'Fuck fuck fuckk' Namjoon tried to hold back the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes.He never thought the words 'Die soon!' would hurt so fucking bad. He felt like dying with them, but he knew there was a way to cure his parents' illness. He knew that his parents won't let him down. Won't even let him die just like that. Just because some brat ass student said those words to him.
'The fuck am I supposed to go now?' He wondered as he walked down the corridor, 'I can't just skip school' Namjoon stopped, leaned against the wall and dropped down to the floor.
"Fuck. Why am I such a fucking favourable student" Namjoon covered his face with his palms and started to tear up. His cry won't be heard anyways, the hallways were always loud due to the music class practising for the school festival coming up very soon. He sat like that for almost 30 minutes now, he decided to come to his senses and dried his tears up. Before he could fully dry his wet face with the back of his hands, a figure picked him up and steadied him onto his knees.
'Shit. I got caught by the staff' Not knowing who it was he wiped his hands on his shirt and bowed cussing out a few apologizing words to the figure
"I'm so sorry. So so sorry. I didn't mean to stay here. I'm really really sorry. Please don't put me in detention!" He kept bowing apologetically towards this figure.
"I can't really put you in detention, can I?"
Namjoon looked up from the ground, tears forming onto his eyes again, "Damnit it Jimin!", he sobbed, "You scared the shit outta me" He continued to cry while wrapping his arms around Jimins neck, and into a hug to comfort himself from the cruelty of his classmates
'Shit- God' Jimin tried not to squirm as he felt a hot breath on his collarbone. Namjoon looked up after not hearing a single word out of Jimin,"SHIT! Jimin are you alright?!", his face was now cherry red.
"Are you fine Jimin?" Namjoon asked feeling his forehead if he had a fever "It's fine Joon. I'm alright", Jimin pulled Namjoon away from him and smiled. "Its almost lunch break. Let's head to the cafe to calm you down?"
Namjoon smiled
[ 11:48am ]
The door chimed when Jimin and Namjoon entered the cafe. A stand-by waiter walked up to the 2 boys and asked what to order.
"Joon"
"Hm?"
"Do find a seat for us. I'll be back with our order"
"I want a mocha frappe with no-"
"-with no sugar, warm milk, caramel drizzle with extra whipped cream, mocha bits sprinkled on and not too thick. Right?"
Namjoon smiled, "Right!"
______________________________Namjoon took a sip from his frappe, "The sky looks nice doesn't it?" He took another sip
"Sure does look beautiful" Jimin said, while staring at Namjoon. The florescent light from the sky outlined his profile. His eyes turning bright. Sparkling rather. How could he be so lucky for having a best friend look like a beauty-
Then it dawned on him. 'Best friend. Right. I forgot..' He sighed and rested his head onto his hands while taking a sip from his smoothie every now and then. The sudden sigh seems to get Namjoons attention, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm alright. Enough about me", he sat up straight and looked Namjoon into the eyes, "Let's talk about you: Why were you crying?"
"Financial problems.."
"Cut the crap Joon. Who hurt you? Who made you sad? Who should I beat the shit outta?" Anger was now boiling from Jimins eyes: Visible
"Ho-Yun....class.....excuse...." he was now mumbling, dropping his head low looking at his hands where they are now resting in between his legs.
"What about Ho-Yun? He hurt didnt he?"
No reply//
"Oh that motherfucking dog" Jimin sat up from the seat getting ready to 'pretty' up Ho-Yun. But a hand stops him. "Namjoon let-"
He was staring at a 20 year-old man who didnt want to hurt his bully, even if he hated him that much. He was staring at two pairs of eyes that were filled with sorrow. He was staring, at his beat friend who, was too scared to offend someone. Jimin sighed and sat down again.
"Explain the situation to me Joon. I wont judge you, and you know that" Jimins warmhearted words gave Namjoon the courage to release everything he pent up in his little body. Away from everyone.
>He explained how Ho-Yun along with his other classmates teased him for being always so 'nerdy', how someone said that his parents were going to die soon, how he felt so embarrassed, felt so alone, how he made up an excuse to get away from the class and cry his eyes out..
Jimin thought how badly Joon must've been hurting bad
God he felt so terribly. Ashamed even. His best friend and 2 year-long crush was going through all of this. Alone..
'Is it better to die, then to keep up with this world?' The words hit Jimin, like a sword, hard into his chest. How Joon must've felt this whole time. It made him cry
"Joon..stop.." Jimin embraced the broken hyung into his arms
For the whole day they missed the rest of the class periods, but Jimin knew it was worth it for his best friend..
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🎭Authors Note: Sorry for only this much on the 2nd part of the 1st chapter! I'll try to add more onto the story once I get the hang of it. Also, sorry for any bad story line and nonsense I wrote..😅
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Fanfiction(DISCONTINUED) Twenty year-old Namjoon plans on dropping out and getting a part time job at his nearby local cafe, to earn the expenses for his parents' illness. When servering, he ends up spilling a drink on a man he has never seen before. Is this...