тнє вєαѕт [YoonMin FF]

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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: BULLYING & SLIGHT PANIC ATTACK ⚠️

Jimin sat awkwardly in the school cafeteria, hidden towards the back of the hall. Jungkook had ran off with one of his other friends, so we wasn't so sure of what to do without the olders company. All he could really think of was to avoid any threats within the school.

He sighed and began to draw on his hand, random designs that came to his head covering his skin.
Maybe if I practice enough I can be like Jungkook hyung..

Just what the fuck is this? How many times do I have to tell you, you're not talented. You're worthless. That's all you'll ever, dumbass.

Jimin flinched at the words clouding his mind as he looked down at his now ink-covered hand. He lowered his head slightly before rubbing the patterns off with his sleeve, looking at his now irritated skin with dull eyes. It looked bad anyways.

He placed his pen back into his pocket, tapping on the table slightly as boredom began to creep into his thoughts. That was, until he felt something wet being dumped onto his head.

The cafeteria filled with laughter, fingers pointed at the now soda-soaked Park Jimin. The boy's eyes widened in shock and confusion, only to be replaced with shame and humiliation. He lowered his head and stared at his hands, eyes becoming glossy due to the embarrassment. A dullness began to fill his emotions as comments were thrown at him from the group behind him, one throwing the now empty soda can at his head.

How's that feel, fag?

I bet you're used to being wet like this.

There's your drink, fat ass. Gonna eat the can too?

Finally realise just how disgusting you are, slut?

I'm sure this is enough attention to satisfy a bitch like you.

Jimin simply stood up and put his bag over his shoulder, walking away from the group and over to the exit.
Laughs increased in volume as students saw him up close, wet stains cover his shirt and a sticky dampness coating his head. The boy clenched his jaw in order to hold his tears back, aware that if he were to cry it would just satisfy the sick people around him.

As soon as he got out of the cafeteria he ran to the library, knowing that Jungkook was most likely there with one of his friends. Jimin quietly rushed into the large room, looking around for any sign of his friend. He looked around a bit, glancing in between rows in attempt to find him. After a minute or two, he found the older boy sat at a table reading, surprisingly alone.

The older looked up at the sound of fast footsteps approaching him, only to be met with a soaked and teary eyed Jimin. He instantly stood up, his book long forgotten as he rushed to the younger.

Jimin almost immediately broke down in tears when Jungkook pulled him into a tight embrace, not minding the stickiness of his clothes and hair. Jimin began to let out soft sobs as he clung onto the back of the taller's shirt, tears staining his cheeks and collar of the other's shirt. Jungkook ran his fingers through Jimin's damp hair in attempt to calm him down, "Shh, it's okay. You're okay." He whispered softly. Jimin just held him tighter, small wails leaving his mouth as panic began to flood his head. He shook violently, holding onto Jungkook for dear life.
"Come on, Jimin, look at me." Jungkook pulled away slightly in order to look the other in the eye, "You're okay. Just tell me what happened." He stated in a soft but direct voice.

"I-In caf-cafeteria, I-I, they," Jimin cried out as tears violently streamed down his face and he began taking in sharp breaths. "Breathe, Jimin, calm down." Jungkook began running his fingers through Jimin's hair again, scratching his scalp slightly. Jimin leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed in brief relaxation. Jungkook continued to whisper soothing words to him as Jimin's breathing began to regulate again, tears slowly coming to a stop. "That's it, Jiminie. See? You're just fine." Jungkook gave him a soft smile.

Jimin looked at a blurry Jungkook, eyes puffy and red, glossed over from crying. Jungkook wiped one of his cheeks with the pad of his thumb as the younger shut his eyes in slight relief. "Now, tell hyung what happened." Jungkook gave him a concerned look, tone beginning to drip with worry. Jimin opened his eyes again, avoiding Jungkook's gaze. "I-I was in the cafeteria, just drawing and stuff. Then next thing I know, I have s-soda in my hair and all over my c-clothes. Everyone started l-laughing at me and they threw the can at m-my head. They called me things like 'slut', a-and 'fat ass'. One g-guy even said 'I'm sure this is enough attention to satisfy a b-bitch like you.'" Jimin's lip began to quiver as fresh tears began to build up in his eyes and blur his vision.

Jungkook's eyes filled with anger, wanting to do nothing more than go and beat the shit out of everyone in that room. But for now he just pulled Jimin into another tight embrace, holding him as he felt tears soak his shirt again.