BTS • Jealous •

Love Bite (Park Jimin)

Jimin's POV

"I'm not hungry hyung." I stated, pushing the 'tomato packet' back toward Jin's direction.

"You haven't eaten in days Jimin, how are you not hungry? You can't constantly wash off your hunger like this anymore." He said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm just not, ok, I'll eat something else."

"You can't eat anything else Jimin, you aren't human" Jin stated, sliding the packet under my hand. " Please eat." His eyes pleaded near my direction but I ignored it and walked out of the door to the bus stop.

It was early, and cold, and chills began to creep up my arms, but I couldn't act like I wasn't cold already. My body was thinning out, and my skin was wrinkling terribly. I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten to prevent this from happening.

But I wasn't doing this for no reason.

As I got off of the bus, I went inside of the school and quickly managed my way through the crowd of people to my locker. I looked over at you across the hall, reading a yellow slip of paper in your hand. The slip that I put in your locker last night. Like I did every night for the past 3 months. I know it seems creepy, but I knew if I approached you, you'd think I'm a freak.

Y/N, the person I fell in love with after my move into the city. I had never seen anyone like them before, my heart completely melted just looking into their eyes, but I knew what I saw I couldn't have. So that's why I had been sliding notes in your locker, so you wouldn't know it was me. And every note managed to make you smile, but I knew that you'd want to know who I was eventually.

For the time I had been leaving the notes, you've constantly asked people who they belonged to. Some people claimed it was them, but in the end you found out that they were lying and you kept searching.

Of course I was not clean to the subject, people asked me as well, but I just said no constantly hoping they'd stop asking.

As I walked to class, Taehyung approached me.

"Jimin, hey, ah, Jin wanted me to give you this." He handed me a tomato packet and walked away quickly hoping nobody would have seen it. I clenched it and threw it away.

I sat down in my desk with my head burrowed in my books, this was my least favorite class, imagine having to learn the same thing over four times. Yes, four times. Every time when someone finds my identity, or my hyungs, we have to make a move through dimensions and live our lives as highschool teenagers until we graduate. This was our last chance at life. If any of us were caught, we'd be killed. And I was sure of it.

"Jimin ! This is the third time I've told you to get up ! You're working in groups of three, go with your partners now." The teacher said in anger.

I turned and saw you waving your hand at me. You were sitting at the table with another person and I went over and sat with everyone. You explained the whole project to me, but I couldn't stop looking into your eyes the whole time. I just nodded and acted like I understood what you were was saying and looked back down until the person next to me whispered something.

"Stop looking at Y/N like that and do the damn project." He stated and I clicked my tongue at him in a smirk until I felt a tight grasp on my wrist, almost twisting it. " Y/N is dating me you fool, remember that."

Right, I forgot about your "friend" . I rolled my eyes and looked down at my paper but my vision started to blur and my stomach rolled into a cramp.