Picture Perfect™️ Taegi FF - Book 1

Chapter Twenty One

~A Broken Heart~

Jimin's POV

Grunting loudly, I walk out of the staff locker rooms, rubbing my wet hair with a small towel that continues to drip on my vest shirt.

I was told to teach P:E today, which I didn't mind since Yoongi was actually there, but got those kids don't want to move an inch. That made me have to drag them, running around the race track with me to start them running.

They were like zombies! Some slowed down so I had to drag them again. It felt like I was the only one getting a proper workout!

I grunt loudly, my legs still awfully tired as I walk slowly down the hallways.

Little, but fast patterings of feet echoed throughout the school, leaving me a little confused until I hear little whines getting closer and closer to me until–.

I grunt, falling back a little bit at the harsh contact. I look down, watching as a small boy push his head into my chest, punching my stomach with all of his strength. The good thing was, he is pretty weak so I can hardly even feel it.

Little sniffles and whimpers came out of the black haired boy's mouth as he continued to punch my stomach, although now they are even sloppier than before.

"I-I, fucking hate you Mr Kim-." The boy's words were interrupted by tears and hiccups. Then it hit me. (Not physically I mean mentally.)

I grasp his small hands, crouching down so I was now looking up to the saddened boy. My heart instantly broke as I saw the horrible state he is in.

"Yoongi?" (A/n: and yes Jimin is taller than Yoongi)

I watched the fragile boy's tears wet his pink cheeks. His hair is all tattered, possibly due to running and his nose red and running slightly. His pink lips tremble sadly, as he sniffles.

"M-mr Park?" He gasps a little, chocking on his tears. My heart was now breaking into little pieces as I wipe his tears away, not really helping since more just fell.

I grasp his waist, pulling him into a tight hug, my head next to his ear as I shush him like a baby. He didn't seem to mind it and just clung onto me, his tears wetting my chest.

"C'mon, you can tell me in my classroom." I say quietly and calmingly as I lift him up in bridal style, thanking god that there was no teachers around.

I feel him play with my wet hair, his small hands making a small braid, which seems to calm him down, with a small strand.

I open the door to my classroom hurriedly, sitting down on my chair and sitting him sideways on my lap.

I shush him, his head digging into the crook of my neck.

I would be having so many dirty thoughts right now if he wasn't creating a pool of tears.

"Shhh, it's okay baby." He sniffles as I caress his hair gently in a calming way.

"Now, tell me what's wrong?" I say softly, pulling his head out of the crook of my neck so I'm looking at his glassy eyes.

He sniffles, playing cutely with his fingers as he looks down at his lap.

"M-mr Kim is mean." He said softly, I felt like laughing, actually rather happy he thinks of him like that. But of course I wouldn't do that in front of my baby.

"Why? What did he do?" Now I start to think of all of the possibilities that could've happened.

Did he yell at him? Cuss at him? Slap him? Or did he..

I feel my body being engulfed in anger as I watch his cheeks turn pink.

"H-he plays with my feelings." He explains shyly, fiddling cutely with his fingers more.

"You have feelings, for Mr Kim?" I ask, my heart filling with drought as he nods.

I feel my heart break into more tiny pieces as he smiles at the thought.

"Well, if he plays with your feelings then he isn't really a good person to be with." He hesitates before humming a little, more crystal like tears running down his cheeks.

"No, shush baby it's alright, don't cry." I pull him back into my embrace, cuddling him as his head goes back into the crook of my neck.

"Shh.."

Nobody's POV

But what they didn't know, was that someone just walked past Mr Park's classroom at the wrong time taking a picture of them secretively.