(Completed) Mr. Kim

23 Twenty-three

"So?" Jimin squirms under my gaze, making me gain more curiosity over the past few seconds on why he pulled me over into an empty closet.

"Well Jungkook, I-I wanted to say that I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I deeply regret it, and you don't have to forgive me. Don't blame my friends, they didn't do anything wrong. It was all me, so, if you want someone to blame, blame me."

I watch him, not knowing what to say as with each word that was uttered from his lips, his head lowered, hands no longer playing with each other in a nervous manner.

Not really caring for this apology, I decide to speak up.
"It's fine. I'm not forgiving you, for obvious reasons, but I also simply don't care what you do, so you don't need to apologize."

Jimin stares at me for awhile, making me start to avoid his sharp stare as I start to feel slightly uncomfortable. He leans in, and that's when panic over took me.

I harshly push him into the wall behind him, swinging the door open and rushing out, not looking back once as I dash down the hallway, panic and fear in my veins.

"I knew i......" Jimin whispered from behind me, my ears unable to pick up the rest of the sentence.

Tears started to form and I internally screamed.
I cannot cry right now. I simply cannot.
It's only been two days since college started again, it was simply too early.

I bump into Taeh-Mr. Kim, his eyes filled with concern and worry as I stand still, eyes cast down as he apologizes worriedly.

Noticing my state and slight sniffles, Mr. Kim pulls me aside into the closest teachers lounge, which was empty for the period currently.

That's when I broke down.
I started to cry and wail loudly, the burns and marks under my hoodie and sweats starting to sting and burn badly.

I fell to my knees, the pain too much as I cried into the palms of my hands.
Taehyung wraps his long and slightly muscular arms around me, his head on my own as I now cried into his chest.

He rubbed my back, silent as he waited for my crying fest to end.
Ten minutes later, my wails soon turned into silent sniffles, but my eyes watered again as I felt embarrassed to show my weak side to him once again.

"Jungkook, it's not bad to cry once in a while. The way you did, you've definitely bottled it up."
My red rimmed and puffy eyes snap up to his own glasses covered eyes, the color light brown showing a hint of hazel, showing me the pain in his expression.

I didn't understand why he felt pain, but I didn't care at the moment.

All I cared about was that I finally had a shoulder to cry on.

A shoulder to cry on that wasn't my sisters.

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Lynn~~