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I entered my math class and sat down on my assigned seat, attempting to ignore Namjoon and Jungkook.

I felt like I had a real friend now.

The teacher began talking and I sighed, reading the graffitis scraped on the desk

Jimin is in another class.

What if I changed classes?

That's stupid, nevermind.

I love you but you hate me. But could I make up for it?

I shook my head again, running my fingers through my hair.

I've been hearing unusual voices for a few weeks now. They don't make sense... yet.

I drew on the desk with a pen destroyed by bite marks on the cap.

Random doodles. Sometimes, those doodles helped me feel better, sometimes I could express my feelings through them.

I heard a voice shout my name and I jumped, dropping all of my stuff on the floor.

I heard muffled laughing from the class as I quickly put my pencils back in my pencil case, face flushing red from embarrassment.

I mumbled a few incoherent apologies.

"I was talking to you. Can you come over and do this problem on the board? You don't seem concentrated." My eyes wandered for a few seconds before I noticed the difficult algebra on the board.

I tugged on my uniform jacket while I put the last pencil inside of the small beige case.

I nodded, standing up under everyone's stare. He handed me a piece of chalk and I reserved he problem.

That old freak should stop copying problems from textbooks. I already knew the answer to this one.

"52," I mumbled while I wrote the number before turning around and sitting down. Nobody said anything- not even the teacher. He simply continued the class while I slowly erased the doodles I made by licking my finger and rubbing off the ink.

The bell ringed after a few dozens of minutes and I left as fast as I could. I knew Namjoon or Jungkook would laugh at me at the end of the class.

My eyes wandered before landing on Jimin, who was struggling to walk. I noticed his small figure holding onto the wall and his skinny legs barely strong enough to hold him up.

On top of that, the way older students simply pushed him out of the way to walk past him didn't help him whatsoever.

"Hey, Jimi-" He hid his face with his hands, dropping his books, before I could even finish my sentence.

"T-Taehyung- Wait,"

"What's wrong..?" He covered his face with one hand and reached down to pick up his books, his legs and hand shaking. Jimin fell to the floor.

I reached down my hand to him and he hesitated before grabbing it to stand up.

I picked up his books and handed them to him while he pulled up his hoodie, although his face was already hidden behind his uncut bangs.

"D-Don't look at me. I-I am ugly." I felt my hand crumple a page in my textbook. I knew he felt this way about himself because of bullying.

I didn't nudge him, I knew it was his choice and nudging him wouldn't help him.

I only nodded, smiling.

I couldn't help but think about how cute he was, all flustered.

We kept walking towards the lockers. I found myself trying to peek at his face, but he was already looking away.

"Why did you come to this school?" I asked.

He turned to me, then back, but too quickly for me to notice any major details of his face.

All I could see were black round glasses.

I couldn't help but blush. I had a weakness for glasses and I have only just now noticed.

"M-My dad moved here. He was promoted." I nodded.

"Cool."

Jimin found his class and left, waving me goodbye and hiding his face.

I sighed.

Why was my heart beating so fast?

Why did it hurt so much?

I shook my head and entered my Korean classroom, happy.

But most importantly, not knowing that my life would turn into chaos soon.

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