Park Jimin. The newbie in class. Topper in sports, grades, and practically all you can think of. Doesnt talk, no one knows him, he got no friends and doesn't want any. Comes a sec before class and is gone as soon as its over.
Isn't it weird then that such an introvert goes after the popular girl, class bunker, chitchatter and exam flunker.
I mean, What does he want from me?
When he's already got it all...
There had been a murder at his place...
No report, no mess, like it never happened...
In this twister, Everyone's pointing fingers and daggers until they start to question the victim...
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I couldn't take it anymore...
"What is wrong with you Jimin!
What do you see in me?"
He looked at me with a grim face and empty eyes, the feelings inside, dead long ago.
" I don't want your time, attention or love"
" Im not in love with you, huh..,
I quit that long ago"
How rude he is...
"What's your problem then?"
"If you're done then I have a busy day"
I got up and started to go, leaving him and his attitude to himself...
He grabbed my hand softly, but his look was hard enough to freeze someone on the spot.
"Stay right here
"I need someone to listen to me, to hear me out"
I looked closer and saw something that broke me.
He was crying. O.O
Park Jimin, the statue with no emotions was crying in front of me.
"I know, we have never met, you may not even know me
But I know you..."
And I'm just thinking like "this guy has serious issues"
"Everyone I put my trust in broke my heart yet,
I like a fool, continued to make more friends,
All of them stabbed me in the back and more sharply,
In my heart....."
" They came again yesterday." I mutter, absorbed in the wave of happiness the memory brings me.
" Who came?" The Therapist questioned, eyes glued to the computer.
I look down at my hand, lightly tapping a melody onto the armchair. I smile.
"My friends."
The Therapist stopped typing and met my eyes. "Your friends? What did you guys do?"
I lightly laugh, eyes twinkling as I begin my story.
"They came back for me- Hobi, Jungkook, all of them, they came and broke me out. We ran around and played all day. Even Suga hyung ran and laughed with us. We rode bikes and threw around the pillows. Jin took pictures of everything, I wish I had them. We had so much fun, its too bad I'm back here, I hope they come again soon." I lean back into my chair turning my head to the photograph of hazy trees on the wall, maybe we should go on a hike next time? Jin could even make lunch for us! ahhhh, I miss his cooking!
"-Jimin" The Therapist interrupts.
I look back to him. My smiling face un-reflected in his creased and taut image.
"I thought we got through this already, you know they're not coming back."
My smile fades.
"Why not?" I question forcefully
The Therapist sighs, "You know why Jimin. "
I look back down at my hand tightly griping the armchair, knuckles turning white. I fight back tears as I come back to reality.
"I know."
"Lets up your medication, okay? Then everything will be better again." The Therapist voice rings in the silence.
A tear falls.
Nothing will be better again.
-1st place all of BTS Her award-