𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀..... | 𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 |

from jeon jungkook,

jimin pov
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Brushing my dull brown hair purposely in my front of my face so I can ensure no one will see the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Re-tying my old, beat up converse for the third time, so I can ensure I don't trip and give people yet another reason to laugh at me.

"You're such a dumb ass!" The boy shoved me on the ground of the hallway. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to tell him I'm sorry for whatever I've done that made him dislike me.

But I could say nothing. My mouth didn't move. I picked up my stuff and continued walking. I wanted today to be over all together.

Fat. Everyone's called me that my entire life. I was never skinny enough to be called anything else.

Dumb. People assume that when you get bad grades that you're an idiot. No I'm not an idiot. I just can't force myself to participate in class. To talk to my teachers for help.

Ugly. To be beautiful. That's a concept only a few people could comprehend. There's a possibility someone's called you beautiful before but that means nothing if you don't believe it. Not that I've ever been told such a thing.

Walking fast to avoid everyone that was laughing at me in the hall. I continue to walk with my head down and my heart racing. All I want to do is cry. I can't cry in front of them. I can't cry when all eyes are on me.

Not a single person asked if I was okay. Not a single person asked if I need help. Because the truth is no one cares.

As soon as the dismissal bell rang I speed walked out of the build. Being here made my stomach turn. I hate everything about this place.

School in simple terms is just a popularity contest. It's about whose the teachers favorite or the schools quarterback.

It's never been about helping the kid who is suffering from anxiety or severe depression. They can post as many posters as they want. But no one truly cares about anyone in these places but themselves.

I just happen to be one of the few kids in my school to be bullied. For the most part by one boy in particular. But there were a few others as well. Like the guy from the hallway.

I don't remember when it started. The bullying. The depression. Maybe it all started at the same time. Maybe they offset one another. I'm not sure but I know one thing. It wasn't planning to stop anytime soon. Either of them.

I continued walking faster down the side walk to my house. My safe place. I watched the bystanders glance at me through my bangs. They would give me looks of confusion and misunderstanding.
But no one was brave enough to ask why.

Why I wore my hood. I hate the way my hair falls in the back.

Why I always have my head down. I don't want people to suffer by having to see my ugly face.

Why I never talk. I don't want someone to laugh at how I would stutter and struggle to talk because of my agonizing racing heart.

Why I don't have any friends. No one would ever take the chance of talking to me. They don't want to be bullied too. I don't blame them. I'm not worth the risk. I'm just not worth it.

I wouldn't entertain their stares and glances. I don't care enough. Not that I could explain it to them.

They wouldn't understand.

They wouldn't care.

They couldn't hear me even if I was screaming for help.

Because my reality was I could never talk to them if I tried.

15 minutes. It takes 15 minutes to walk from school to my house. My safe place. My getaway. I take the same path every day. The same route because I need routine.

I need a routine to keep me sane. To keep me somewhat sane. I hated change. But of course it changed. My route. The route I take every single day without fault changed. Something had to change today of all days.

The worst possible situation I could be put in. Jeon Jungkook. The boy that has mentally damaged me for years. The same boy that has physically abused me for years. Why did it have to be today? Why did he have to be on my route?

"Oh look what we have here. Jimin." He taunted and laughed when I didn't look up. I refuse to. "You're fat! Did you know that?" He shouted moving closer with every insult. "You're the ugliest person to walk the earth!" He wailed trying to get a reaction out of me.

"Why do you never fight back?" He yelled and shoved me backwards.

I couldn't take it anymore. Whatever he was going to do I was going to let him. "Park Jimin! I'm fucking talking to you!" He shouted in my face again getting angrier that he couldn't break me. It wasn't until he shoved me again and I fell to the ground scraping my hand that I lost it. I lost it completely. I lost all the composure I once had.

My tear fell. The tear I had been holding in since 2nd period. The tear I've been holding in since the moment I walked into school. My tear fell along with a river of held in heartache. I let out an excruciating cry making him jump.

I screamed and put my hands over my ears. No matter how much I tried my screaming didn't stop. "Stop!" He yelled in an attempt to make me stop but my pent up anger and frustration wouldn't allow me to.

I wanted to stop but my tears kept flowing and my cries became louder. "Jimin! Please stop!" He asked with a panicked tone as he kept looking around. Why wasn't he leaving? Why didn't he just leave?

"Look I'm sorry! Please stop screaming!" He yelled again and my screams turned into painful sobs. He must have been confused. I was confused. I've never once reacted this way.

I fell to my knees and held my face in my hands. He didn't move only displaying a look of confliction. He stayed standing there staring at me like a puzzle he had no idea how to solve. Why isn't he leaving?

He bit his lip and looked around. I'm assuming to make sure no one else was around. Was he going to hit me again? Taunt me until I cried harder? But to my surprise he looked nervous, anxious almost.

"Are you okay?" To say I was shocked would be an understatement. He was the one person I assumed would never ask me the words I wanted to hear so badly.

No. I thought to myself. I looked up to him hoping he'd understand I wasn't. That I needed someone. That I needed help. That I couldn't express it in any other way then pleading eyes. But of course as luck and life would have it he scoffed.

"Fine. I tried being nice but clearly that doesn't matter. Whatever Park." He rolled his eyes and walked away. I wanted to yell for him to stop and turn around. To talk to me normally again.

Because no matter how much I hated him for everything he's ever done and said to me. He has been the only person ever to simply ask if I was okay.

The three words my ears died to hear every single day. I didn't care at this point who they were from. I just wanted him to come back. To understand why I didn't respond.

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Just an idea.... should I continue it?