𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒ᵇᵗˢ

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [p.jm]

━━ pairing: PARK JIMIN x M!READER
━━ dangers: angst, suicide, mental illness, school au
━━ summary: if only you had stayed at the abandoned station a bit longer

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❝WHAT ARE YOU doing here?❞ (m/n) looked up at the voice, turning his head until he met another's dark brown irises that tried their best to conceal the bearer's mental struggles.

it was park jimin. the male who got in simply because of (m/n)'s father, the principal's pity. the one who got bullied and picked on constantly by the other students at the elite all-boys school. park jimin, the guy who people call a psychopath because he hears voices.

(m/n) observed the taller from head to toe. he was not wearing his shabby and disheveled uniform as he would at school, but instead, a black cardigan made of cotton, a blouse of a lighter colour underneath and loose, seemingly worn-out pants along with old boots that went above his ankles.

the shorter of the two rolled his eyes before throwing his messenger's bag off of his shoulder and placing it on the abandoned station. jimin, on the other hand, continued balancing on the fallen log opposite of the railway.

(m/n) tried to ignore the male by playing on his phone, he really did, but doing so was harder than he thought. especially when jimin began humming the tune to a song (m/n) recognized as Save Me, before moving on to singing the lyrics of said song. he looked up and examined the taller once more. he looked worse than usual, (m/n) mentally noted, but what was to be expected? jimin was absent for three whole days.

❝where have you been, jimin-ssi?❞ (m/n) suddenly asked in the middle of jimin's singing, which caught the latter's attention.

his reply was the simple shrug of his shoulders before his head dropped down as he stares at his footwear, suddenly finding the worn-out boots more interesting.

(m/n) wanted to continue asking questions and keep pressing on, but he withdrew himself from doing so; especially since it was the first time that he and jimin actually exchanged words with each other.

an awkward silence the ensued after that. it was only when a wind passed by that (m/n) realized how cold he was, and of course his forgetful ass just had to forget bringing the school uniform's blazer along with him. due to such, he decided to press his knees to his chest, trying to trap any body heat he had left.

the truth was that (m/n) wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to be outside of the 7-eleven where his driver usually picked him up. but he needed to get away from all the pressure and expectations his dad had for him as the first-born, hence, him wandering off to this place. it wasn't long until his eyelids started to get heavy and his shoulders starting to sag. he was near to completely drifting off to the land of sleep, until he felt something warm envelop his frame.

he opened his eyes and looked up, only to see jimin gazing down at him with an unexplainable look in his eyes. he was only in his shirt now, which made (m/n) realize that jimin's cardigan is what's giving him extra warmth.

❝you looked cold.❞ jimin stated plainly. as he was currently too tired to speak, (m/n) responded with a simple nod.

jimin then moved over to sit next to him, and (m/n) was taken aback when he found himself wanting to cuddle with jimin when his nose caught the latter's fruity scent that had a hint of vanilla. it was surprisingly comforting.

another wave of silence washed over them, but (m/n) broke it with a mumbled question.

❝do you really hear voices, jimin-ssi?❞

despite not turning his head around to look at him, (m/n)'s hearing caught the sound of jimin's breaths shortening. when a couple of seconds passed, he turned around to see jimin staring off into the distance with wide eyes.

the male then started to rock himself subtlely and he was about to close his eyes before (m/n)'s voice overpowered the sleepiness and the voices in his ears, ❝jimin-ssi!❞

❝yes.❞ he answered softly, turning around to glance at (m/n), ❝yes, i do hear voices.❞

they fell back into another silence. (m/n) then looked up at the sky, admiring the gradient sky as the sun slowly sets.

❝isn't it beautiful?❞ jimin asks, still staring off at the sunset as he leaned back.

(m/n) turned to look at him. now that he thought about it, it was the first time he had seen the male in close proximity, and he admitted to himself that jimin's features were beyond outstanding in his eyes. his dark brown eyes were filled with something unexplainable, but it brought him comfort, almost as much as his cardigan. even though his mouth was in a straight line, his lips still look so plump and luscious, (m/n) would do anything to have a taste of them. his skin was not as white as snow, rather it was a light olive with a small flush on his cheeks, but (m/n) disliked the whole paper-white skin trend anyway. lastly, he gazed at jimin's larger figure that could cuddle (m/n) so tightly and lovingly.

❝yeah, it is rather beautiful.❞ (m/n) replied absentmindedly. if he was being honest, this was the first time since elementary he got to fully admire the sunset.

jimin turned to him and flashed the smaller a smile, and though small, it could make (m/n)'s whole day.

(m/n) could feel heat instantly rush up to his cheeks, dusting them with a rosy tint. he opened his mouth, about to say something until his phone rang. it was his driver, and when (m/n) looked back he could see the black mercedes parked outside the 7-eleven nearby.

❝sorry, i can't spend more time with you.❞ the principal's son apologized as he rearranged his stuff. his words were sincere and genuine from the bottom of his heart, because he really did want to befriend jimin. he was about to shrug off jimin's cardigan before the taller looked up at him.

❝no, no, keep it.❞ jimin insisted, ❝it'll keep you warm.❞

no words could describe how giddy (m/n) felt, though he masked it with a grin and a simple nod, ❝aren't you going home?❞ he asked, concern now overlapping the initial giddiness.

❝it's fine, i'll just stay here a little more.❞

(m/n) nodded his head and turned around, though his eyes were still gazing at jimin's form, ❝i'll see you tomorrow, then.❞ he says with a smile, and began walking over to the black mercedes once jimin returned it with his own grin.

❝(m/n)-ah, have you heard?❞ his friend taehyung asked. (m/n) shook his head 'no', a confused look etched across his face. a sad glint flashed in taehyung's eyes when he got (m/n)'s response, and he was about to answer had their homeroom teacher not entered the classroom right at that moment.

❝class, i have some bad news.❞ all of the students who were previously doing their own activities now went dead silent, their eyes latched curiously on the teacher.

❝your classmate, park jimin, unfortunately killed himself last night.❞

❝where?❞ (m/n) asked almost immediately as his heart starts beating rapidly and his vision starting to blur from dizziness. every heads were now focused on (m/n), bewildered looks on their faces. why was (m/n), the most popular student worrying about some loner called park jimin?

❝at the abandoned station.❞

the last thing (m/n) heard before fainting were the panicked cries of his classmates and teachers, as memories of his encounter with jimin last night flashed before his eyes.