My Ex Bully-Jikook

Chapter 1

Hello. My name is Park Jimin. I'm 17 years old and I've lived a rough life up until now. You'll see what I'm talking about in a second. I spent most my middle school years worrying about everything I came across. I thought it was going to be easy, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Everyday I stepped into that school, I had to fight through my thoughts to get this one specific guy out of my head. His name is Jungkook. I met him in 7th grade and ever since then, he has tried to make my life a living hell.

Whenever I saw Jungkook in class or in the halls, that was my sign to get out of his way at any cost. I remember one time I got in his way when he was in a hurry. Wanna guess what he did? If you were gonna say he bashed me into a locker; you are correct. I was sitting in the nurses office with a fractured arm that day and I will never forget it. I learned the hard way he was bad news. Jungkook is much stronger than me, so I had no chance against him.

"Jimin, we start school in 2 days. Aren't you excited?" Hobi asked me smiling.

"Not really," I frowned.

"You need to get over Jungkook," he said frustrated. "He's full of shit and lies, so he's not worth wasting your time and energy on."

"I know Hobi, but I just can't get over him that easily," I rebutted. "I've liked him for 4 years."

"Well who cares how long you've liked him for," he rambled. "I bet you will find someone this school year who will treat you right, Jimin."

"You're right, Hobi, it just hurts really bad," I spoke holding back the tears.

I couldn't hold in the pain anymore and let the hot tears fall down my cheeks. Hobi scooted closer towards me and hugged me tightly. His hugs always seem to calm we down when I get overwhelmed. I don't know how though. Hobi is the only person I can trust with my problems, so he is the only one I don't push away.

"Thanks Hobi," I thanked him wiping the tears off my face.

"No need to thank me," he said smiling slightly. "I never want to see my best friend cry."

"I know, but everyone has to cry sometimes," I chuckled.

Hobi didn't laugh or respond to what I said, he just sat there on the edge of the bed looking at me with a blank expression. Going in to give Hobi a hug, I froze in place as my bedroom door creaked open.

"You ok, Jiminie?" My mom asked concerned. She obviously knew I was crying, but I didn't want to say anything. I stayed quiet.

"He was just laughing at something I told him. That's why his eyes are really red," Hobi persuaded.

Hobi lies for me sometimes so my mom doesn't have to worry about me all the time. She doesn't know about Jungkook or my feelings for him, which is hard to believe. It's been plain obvious for years. I always try telling the truth, so it's hard for me to keep secrets from my mom.

"Oh. I thought I heard crying," she said in a calm voice.

"I'm fine mom," I responded joyously. My mom closed the door behind her leaving me and Hobi alone.

"That was close, Jimin," he sighed relieved. "Next time, just cry into my shoulder."

I remained quiet and gave him a fake expression. Hobi knows me better than I know myself, so he can easily tell what's bugging me. He grabbed ahold of my chin forcing me to look at him.

"Jimin, I know what you're going through. Don't put yourself down over the situation," he said calmly.

I knew he was upset deep down. I can read Hobi's facial expressions like a book, so it shouldn't be surprising to him if I know he's hurting inside. Hobi hates seeing me upset, but I still don't know why he gets so angry about it.