Karma's a Bitch but I'm Much Worst [Dropped]

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(Jeon Jungkook POV)

It was the last day of school, and Jimin was still no where to be found. Ever since that day I stopped him in the hallway, he didn't return to school.

I needed to talk to him, I wanted to apologize and sort what happened in the beginning of the year. I know it was a little late, but I'm ready now.

But then the others came out and started throwing things and saying homophobic things to him and my mind put me in that situation. That it could be me getting hit with trash and made fun of.

I should've ran after him, but my body just wouldn't move.

And now Jimin can't be found.

Rumors had start up when Jimin started missing classes. Even though he was bullied every day, he never dared to even have a tardy. Something about strict foster parents or something.

People would often whisper that Jimin got hit by a car and was now in a coma, or he and his family moved away, and many other things.

But the one that was far worst, Park Jimin had had enough of the torment and bullying and took his life the day Jungkook confronted him.

After the third day I thought I would try meeting him at his house, only realizing then that I actually don't know where he lived. No one did.

Wait! That pale blond kid Jimin would meet on the roof, that's his friend right? They were almost always together. Something in my chest clenched at that. The thought of Jimin hanging out alone with someone that wasn't me did bad things to my gut, but I knew I had no right.

I watched the clock on the wall of the classroom. The second the bell rang for lunch I wasted no time sprinting up the steps to the roof.

"Hello?"

It was a little windy today, maybe the guy wasn't here...

"The hell do you want?"

Before I could turn away, a figure slunked out of from the shadows. Upon closer look, he wasn't half bad looking.

He was pale, but an attractive pale. Hair that nearly matched his skin color fell in soft looking bangs around his face. He was quite handsome if you actually saw him.

Which only fed the jealous fire that grew in my stomach.

"I'm looking for Jimin. Park Jimin." I tell him. He rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"And what do you want from him? Throw trash at him? Make fun of him, or beat the ever living crap out of him?" The blond asked, turning around dismissing.

I felt rage build in my heart, I would never do that to my Jimin. But you did all of that the second you humiliated and exposed him a voice in my head spat.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook. I really need to talk to him." I try and run after him, but I didn't expect for the guy to turn right around and punch me straight across the face.

"Jeon Jungkook huh? I've heard all about you. God, do you have any idea how hard it is when you have to listen to some short guy talk about how amazing and breathtaking thee Jeon Jungkook is? You really broke his heart, you know that? At this point I wouldn't be surprised if he really did jump off a bridge or something." Yoongi snarled, turning away once more but this time Jungkook didn't dare to follow.

If Yoongi didn't even know what happened to Jimin, unless, wait. Was he implying that Jimin really did kill himself? I-

No he couldn't have.

He wouldn't.

Jimin can't leave me.

Doesn't he know how much I loved him? How much I still love him?

I hadn't realized but there were tears running down my face. The thought of the love of my life leaving me. Of never seeing his nerdy glasses, cute chubby cheeks. His pudgy fingers and beautiful smile.

Jimin. Jiminie please. Please come back.

(Min Yoongi POV)

These absolute retards.

They absolutely torture a kid for his sexuality (which he had no control over might I add) for an entire year, and then freak out when that kid goes missing.

It's sickening. I roll my eyes for the eightieth (trust me I've been counting) time today.

I was walking down the hallway when I see a damn shrine dedicated to Jimin. His picture was set up with a bunch of little offerings like his favorite candy and whatnot. The one thing I hated the most, was what they did to Jimin's locker.

Neon sticky notes practically covered all the walls. Stupid things like; "If he were still here, I'd apologize for all the wrongs I did him." And "Maybe if we took a moment to see things from his eyes, we would have understood sooner."

It would bring me no greater joy then to rip every single one of these things down and burn them with one of my sick raps.

They're acting like the guy is fricking passed on already. It's been only a week, who the fuck even started these dumb rumors?

(Last Night)

I tiredly walked down to the apartment mailbox. It was pretty late, the stars shining brighter than the moon itself. It took only about three tries to get the key in correctly, which is pretty good considering my other tries.

I wanted to curse when I saw I had to get a package from one of the bigger mailboxes, another key in my smaller one.

Finally get that one open, I grab a semi large but still small box, on top was an envelope.

It was rather light, so not a bomb. Flipping out my pocket knife, I cut the box on the tape.

I chuckle at what I find inside, it's a dark blue, plush neck pillow. Squeezing it in my hands, I go for the envelope next.

Dear Yoongi,

I know it's a waste of energy writing a letter and shipping this all old fashionly, is that a word? Probably not... anyway.

I just wanted to let you know I'm skipping town for a while, I don't know when I'll be back but I do know that I can't take going to that place anymore. My life was a living hell.

I want to thank you for always being there for me though. It really means a lot to hav a friend for once in my life, so thank you. Also don't change you're phone number, I'll try and get a cellphone ASAP once I arrive where I'm going.
            Your Mochi, Jimin.
P.S. I saw that pillow at a store and couldn't help but think of you, hopefully it can be a good substitute for my lap!

Looking from the note and back to the pillow again, I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Park Jimin, I guess I'll see you later.

I know that ending was kind of crap, sorry.