The rest of the day went the same as usual.
The only difference was instead of sleeping I just stared at Yoongi and his silky black hair.
Lunch was a bit different as well.
I sat at my abandoned staircase, but I wasn't crying or cutting.
I just looked at my cuts from yesterday night.
They still hurt so I winced at the pain when I gently touched them.Walking home I saw Yoongi.
"Ya, Yoongi!" I called out to him.
He turned his head slightly and stopped walking.
"Hello, I'm Park Jimin."
I said brightly, my heart pounding as I spoke.
"Hello Park Jimin, it's a pleasure to meet you. You're that boy I sit next to in class who always stares at me, right?" he said in a raspy voice.
I tried not to blush, but I felt my cheeks get heated.
"Yeah, that's me," I said scratching the back of my head, "It's just- your hair is so pretty when the sunlight hits it, it's quite mesmerizing."
He chuckled and said with an adorable gummy smile, "Yeah I suppose so. Hey, I have to go home, my mother will be worried if I'm late."
As he began to walk away I realized I go the same way, "Hey-- I walk this way too!"
"Then walk with me until we need to go separate ways" he offered.
I smiled and replied quickly, "Alright!"The rest of the way was great.
We joked around and laughed.
"Alright I have to go, Jimin" Yoongi stated.
I looked at him with a smile, "Okay. It was great getting to know you!"
As I began to walk away I felt a tight grip on my wrist.
I whimpered due to the pain and turned to see Yoongi holding on to me.
He let go quickly,"I-I'm sorry-- are you okay??"
I looked at him softly and nodded.
"Why'd you stop me?"
I asked him with a confused look on my face.
He seemed a little uneasy as he spoke, "Well.. you heard what I told the girl in the hall earlier today, right?"
"Mhm, you're gay" I say bluntly.
He started to get somewhat tense, "It doesn't..bother you..?"
"No, not at all" I said, smiling to reassure him it's okay.
He smiled back and relaxed, "That's great. I have to go now, goodbye Jimin!"
I waved to him as he walked away, "Goodbye!"Once I got home I walked into my kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for something to drink.
I grabbed a coke, then closed the fridge, and headed to the living room.
As I sat on my couch I opened the soda and took a drink.
Sighing, I set my coke down on the coffee table and lifted up my sleeve.
"Damnit.. it still hurts"
I muttered as I had still felt the pain from when Yoongi grabbed me by the wrist.
"Thank goodness he didn't ask why it hurt.. he'd probably be disgusted if he knew I cut.."Some hours passed and it was 10:00pm.
I got up and headed to the bathroom.
While in the shower, I thought of earlier when Yoongi and I walked home.
He's so nice..too bad I'll probably never have a chance with him...
I sighed, looking down at my cuts and scars, wanting to hurt myself even further.
But what if Yoongi sees...? No.. I'll make sure he doesn't..
I got out of the shower once I was finished and grabbed my towel to dry myself.
I put on a pair of sweats and a short sleeve shirt. I grabbed a blade from my mirror cabinet and sat on the toilet seat.
I pressed down on the blade, causing my finger to bleed and swiped quickly.
Doing so, I heard my skin rip and watched as the blood flowed from out my arm onto the towel I laid on the floor.
I cut more and began to cry when I thought of how alone I was.
"No one's going to want you, Park Jimin... You're a disgusting failure.. You should die.. Yoongi won't want you.."
I said to myself, my voice shaky from crying.Once the blood stopped flowing from all of my cuts, I grabbed the towel, and put it in my laundry basket.
Leaving the bathroom I wondered why Yoongi asked if it bothered me knowing he was gay.
I shrugged off the thought and walked into my room.
I plugged my phone into the charger and climbed into bed and fell asleep.[+]
A.N.// Chapter two is finally out! I'm sorry in if my story contains too many grammar errors. I'm new to this ㅠㅠ Next chapter may or may not be Yoongi's pov. Just have to wait and see. ♡
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