jimin made his way to class, saying sorry to everyone he bumped into, just because he didn't want to be like...well, yoongi.
he walked into class, and there he was. that same blonde haired, cold hearted, no good, yoongi.
jimin groaned, and it looked like yoongi did too.
jimin sat towards the front, where yoongi wouldn't mess with him. and of course, yoongi was all the way in the back. that way, no one could mess with him or anything.
yoongi was actually a pretty good student. he made good grades, because is his parents found out anything about jimin, or him fucking girls, or doing drugs, or drinking, then his ass would be beat. and yoongi knew that. he was nice to the teachers, but he was still just another badass kid, who hated jimin.
yoongi didn't know why he hated jimin; there was just something about him that pissed yoongi off so much.
year after year. the bullying. it had gotten worse every single year too. last year, the worst thing that had happened, was that yoongi pushed jimin into the mud at prom. jimin's suit got mud all over it, so he had to go home. and it sucked. yoongi just made the younger males' hell. and jimin couldn't do anything about it. if he told someone, he already knew he'd be dead.
jimin put his bag down, and then he put his head down. he sighed, and then groaned because he forgot to get his things out of his bag. he grabbed his notebook and a pencil. he wrote down what was already on the board, probably from the previous class, so he wouldn't have to write down the notes later.
in his notebook, he wrote down song lyrics in the very back. he turned to the back, getting a paper cut as he flipped the flimsy paper. he flinched and pulled his finger back, putting it in his mouth, to make it feel somewhat better.
he continued to flip to the back, and then he took his finger out of his mouth, ignoring the cut on his finger. he started to write more lyrics down, and he erased some of it and wrote new ones down, and then he stopped to think for a second to be deep in his thoughts.
as he was just about to get very deep in his thoughts, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and saw his teacher. she closed the door, rather loudly, and made a 'oops' face after that. she walked towards her desk and looked upon her students, and she welcomed them. once she greeted them, she sat down at her desk to take attendance.
when she was taking attendance, yoongi took out his phone and looked at his photos. earlier that morning, one of his friends had photoshopped jimin into a picture that wasn't kid friendly at all. it had jimin sucking some guys' dick, with some type of disease on it. which, it was blurred out a little, but it was easy to tell that it was disgusting.
yoongi airdropped it to everyone he could that was in the classroom and had their phones on it, since class hadn't really started yet. a few people covered their mouths and started to laugh, while some just jumped a little and got frustrated that they were even airdropped something like that.
poor little jimin was so confused, and he started to look around. he was sitting next to someone who was laughing, well, pretty much wheezing from laughing too much. jimin peeked over and saw the picture. at first, he didn't notice anything. just another one of 'those' teenagers who had pictures like that on their phones. but then his eyes focused on the face, and there it was. jimin's face was photoshopped, and they didn't do a great job of it either.
at that moment, jimin felt super embarrassed. he asked to go to the restroom, and he ran all the way there to just get away from the classroom. he didn't want to cry or anything. once he entered, he went right to the mirror and looked into it. he was already sick of the day, and he wanted to go home. the first day, in the first hour, and he wanted to go home.
because of yoongi. just like always.
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hey! it's angel again :)! sorry, this week has been so so crazy, but i'll try my best to update very soon!
