That night Jimin dreamed about- coincidentally, of course- the sweet new neighbor of his. He dreamed of the two of them in a garden, together planting flowers and blushing as he caught the older staring fondly multiple times. It was dreams like this, that he cherished and hated at the same time.
These were the dreams that gave him disgusting hope.
On his usually gloomy walk to school, you could see the slightest bounce in his step; he was excited. Excited to see the kind, charming Seokjin again and hopefully, become his friend.
Now, Jimin knew not to get his hopes up, he knew that it would lead to heartbreak and backstabbing (as it usually did for him), but he truly couldn't help himself. He felt drawn towards the other and smiled at the thought that maybe, just maybe, the older felt the same way.
The realization hadn't hit him yet, but he had already made it to the school that had awaited his arrival. He could feel the eyes on him and his smile faded when he was, like always, slammed into a locker.
He groaned as his back painfully collided against the steel and felt tears prick his eyes. Looking up at the bully in fear his eyes slowly moved to the crowd around them.
He saw people cheering, some laughing, some recording, but that wasn't what had caught his attention.
No, it was the unfamiliar tuft of hair quietly avoiding the situation, earbuds in his ears as he ignored the public beating.
That, was the moment that reality slapped him harder than any bully ever had.
Kim Seokjin was 19.
Kim Seokjin had already graduated.
Kim Seokjin, wasn't the new kid.
And Jimin once again, felt alone and utterly hopeless.
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His Only Friends (BTS x Jimin)
Fiksi Penggemar"Please," the boy begged as he prayed, "they're my only friends, please protect them." The boy observed the 6 dolls placed neatly on a high shelf. He said his goodnights to all of them before tucking himself into bed and drifting off to sleep, hopi...
