Park Jimin, was just an average teenager trying to handle high school and issues with his family.
After the death of his siblings he was left to deal with his father on his own. The pain finally pushed Jimin to plan his death on the day he lost his...
A/N: I have some song recommendations, they help me when im writing or typing and kind of set the vibe for this i guess. Maybe not, i don't want to misguide you, anyways enjoy. :)
Bon Iver & St. Vincent - Roslyn
Daughter - Youth
Peter Manos - In my head
Sleeping at last - already gone
SYML - Body
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Jimins POV
I'm convinced this class will be the death of me, its my last class of the day but it always feels like it lasts for hours.
At the beginning of class i was paying attention i swear i was. But now everything was silent, more than it should be in a class like this. Filled with side conversations, a cranky teacher trying to get everyones attention but settling with the front row, and the sound of led hitting thin pieces of paper. More so doodles than the actual notes but its not like the teacher would actually check it.
I just watched how her mouth moved, how engaged she was with whatever she was talking about. I looked around to see other people moving but slowly, almost as if they were in slow motion.
I'm going crazy.
I felt the first drop of sweat start to go down my forehead and i lifted my hand to wipe it off, but even myself was moving slowly.
What the hell is going on here?
Suddenly the teacher and everyone elses attention was towards me but i still couldn't hear anything. I took my gaze from them and noticed my arm was stretched out in the air as if i had a question.
Then someone finally hit play and the noise made its way towards my ears making me wince at the surprise.
"Mr. Park ill only ask you this one more time, What is it?" her voice was stern and came off as completely annoyed. I wonder how many times she actually asked me or how the hell my hand raised up without me acknowledging it did.
"U-um i-" everyone is still staring at me and im starting to sweat more, "I just-" my heart is pounding in my chest im sure the people around me can hear it as well as i can.
"Mr. Park?"
"Bathroom?" I finally got out, i was breathing hard now, panting as if i had been running laps before raising my hand, "P-please"
"Yes go ahead, get some water while youre out there too you look pale"
The jog to grab the pass and to get outside took forever. My legs couldnt move fast enough, they were already wobbly and weak.
I can't go to Jin again, hes teaching a class. I can't go to Hobi or Yoongi either since i seriously never learned their schedules, and i refuse to drag Jungkook down with me.
