Today you motivated to kill myself again, Jungkook.
You told me what house I live in and what my parents are like.
No, Jungkook, you didn't tell it to me.
You told it to everyone.
You told everyone that I have no bathroom nor my own room.
Everyone laughed and I pretented that I couldn't hear them.
Jungkook, there were warm, salty tears running down my cheeks, but you didn't notice.
You notice everything, Jungkook, but not the pain that your words give to me.
No, Jungkook.
They are not words.
They are bullets.
They are bullets, that I'm being shot everyday with.
You told everyone in the lesson about my life.
Teacher could hear it, but she didn't do anything about it.
She was afraid of your father.
Jungkook, can you hear it? Can you see it, Jungkook?
Can you hear how my tears are falling on the desk?
Can you see my swollen eyes?
Jungkook, you say, that I'm an ugly son of a bitch. You say, that I should put my head in a toilet and pretend to be a shit.
But don't you realize, that you should do it?
Jungkook, I was terrified while sitting in a canteen. I was afraid that you're going to pick on me again.
I was right, Jungkook.
You sat down next to me and threw your food in my plate.
You said that everyone should donate to poor people.
You were right either, Jungkook.
It was the only food I had.
Everyone started to laugh. You stood up and patted my hair, but after that you pulled them back.
I couldn't keep my balance and I fell out of the chair.
But you didn't laugh.
You froze in place when you saw my watery eyes.
Everyone laughed, and you stood there, observing me with your hazel brown eyes.
I stood up, took my bag and ran out of the canteen, leaving laughter, pain, bullying and you behind.
I have no idea, why you reacted this way, Jungkook.
Do you care?
I don't buy it, Jungkook.
I know you. And I know that you don't care.
Jungkook, I'm surprised!
After school, when no one was around, you came up to me.
I wanted to get away as far as I could, but your hand stopped me.
"Are you okay, Jimin?" You asked me.
I looked straight in your eyes and I just couldn't believe it.
Do you remember my name, Jungkook?
As I collected every ounce of my might, I gently (can you hear that, Jungkook?) I gently pulled my hand out of your palm and slightly raised my lip corners.
"I'm fine, Jungkook" I shuddered, turned around and ran out of the school.
I'm fine, Jungkook...
