Jimin woke up rubbing his eyes. The first thing he looked was to the right. He saw an empty bed beside him.

Yoongi had been avoiding him for two days now. Ever since the kiss he had tried to give him.

He got up from the bed and went to shower to get ready for classes. Throughout the shower, all he could think about was Yoongi.

What if he wouldn't have tried to kiss him? Maybe, that wouldn't have ruined their friendship.

If he could go back in time, he would. But, at that time he wasn't thinking of the consequences if Yoongi didn't correspond to the kiss.

He was only hoping that he would feel as much as he did. But, one could only dream.

After Jimin got ready he headed downstairs to the school building. He entered the hallway through the back door.

School in general was dreadful.

Not because he didn't enjoy learning it was just the people there. It was such a toxic environment that made it living hell.

You were either popular and stayed safe, a wallflower that literally no one noticed, or everyone's punching bag.

Turns out, Jimin was the punching bag. He made his way to his locker trying to not be noticed by the jocks.

He had his eyes glued to his feet until he saw a familiar pair of shoes. His eyes slowly traveled to Yoongi's face.

They caught eyes as they walked by each other and both felt the room spin around them.

Yoongi was walking around with Jungkook and Namjoon. They looked at each other until they were out of sight.

Jimin finally got to his locker and he took a deep breath. His hand was shaky as he tried to put the combination on the lock.

He opened the door to get his literature book out. Just as he stuck his hand in someone came behind and shut it.

Jimin was barely able to get his hand out the way before it got smushed. He looked at the person standing next to him.

When he saw him his heart dropped. He was back. Had it really been two weeks? Was his life about to be as miserable as before?

"Hey there faggot. Did you miss me?"

Jimin's face turned pale. The guy wickedly smiled leaning closer to him, "You're going to pay for getting me suspended you shit head. Not even Yoongi will be able to defend you. I'll see you in gym class." He told pushing him harshly against the metal.

He heard his footsteps further away, he could finally feel like he could breathe. He felt weak and nauseous to the point we could just faint.

His heart was racing and he just wanted to run. Anywhere and nowhere at the same time.

The noise in the hallways seemed to be louder and he panicked looking around. He was prettified that he will come out of nowhere and beat him unconscious in front of everyone.

He started walking down the hall completely leaving his book behind. He had his hand across his chest.

The students looked at him and some even laughed at his panic attack. "Fucking weirdo."

"Creep."

"Spaz."

"Fag."

Jimin ran out the door to get fresh air. He closed his eyes to calm himself down. He was scared and alone with no one to talk to.

Anxiety was wrapped around his neck like a tight tourniquet.  It felt like everyone could see him struggling to breathe and no one offered to untie him.

That was by far one of the worst feelings.

•••

The bell rung and Jimin winced at the sound. It was indicating that it was time for third period.

Everyone around him was already walking out the class. "Are you leaving, Jimin?" His teacher asked.

"Huh? Y-yes ma'am." He quietly said standing up. He took a while to pack up his books.

Different students started sitting on the desks around him. Jimin walked out slowly making his way to gym class.

He started hyperventilating again when he was closer. His stomach felt uneasy and the fear he felt was indescribable. 

"Park! You're late!" His coach screamed. He was standing by the doorway. Jimin held his stomach like his intestines were going to fall out of place. It felt like it if he was being sincere.

"I...I don't feel so good coach." He said trembling.

"Too bad! Everyone has bad days. Get changed and go out—"

Jimin ran to the nearest boy bathroom. "Hey! Come here!" The teacher yelled angrily.

He rushed to the closest stall and leaned over the toilet. He heard the coach run in after him so he quickly stuck his fingers down his throat to make himself vomit.

He hadn't eaten much, so he threw up clear liquid which was probably his stomach acid. It burned his throat and his nose.

The coach stood there waiting for him to get out the stall. "Can I go to the nurse, please?" Jimin asked when he got out.

"Fine. Head over there. I will call her." He said walking out.

Jimin sighed relieved. He would've never forced himself to throw up or lie if he wasn't this terrified.

No one would defend him so ditching was the only way. Yoongi was angry with him and would probably avoid him. Other than him, he didn't have no one else in that class.

"Jimin! Hello, your coach just called me. How are you?" The nurse asked as he took a seat in front of her.

"Bad." He responded.

"I see. Let me check your temperature and blood pressure, okay?"

He nodded hoping all of this would take a long time so he can get out of gym class. At least for today.

"Alright. Temperature is 98.7 and blood pressure is 137/87 pulse 116. That's pretty high for a kid your age. Have you been running around?"

He gulped nodding, "I guess. I threw up and that made my heart r-race. It scared me." He whispered.

"Throwing up is no fun. I'm going to give you this dissolvable tablet. You put it under your tongue and it will help with the nausea and upset stomach. Alright?"

"Okay. Thank you."

"I think you can go back to class. I'll call the coach and tell him to give you a free pass and just let you walk around the gym." She smiled.

"No!" He quickly answered. She stopped digging in her cabinet for the medication and looked at him confused.

"No, please. Can-can I sit here for-for a little bit? I-I really don't want to walk around. Please. Let me stay here." He begged with a knot in his throat.

"Aright. That's fine. You can have a seat outside my office just in case I get private phone calls or another sick student comes on."

"Thank you!"

"Okay, okay, but just for a little while."

"Thank you." He repeated relieved. He took the pill she gave him and he went to sit outside.

He had his book bag on his lap. The pill came in a small package which he struggled to open.

Then, he put it under his tongue. It was a bitter taste to it. It made him more nauseous than help him.

But, he kept it in his mouth. Maybe he threw up again he could stay longer. He knew this wasn't healthy and that he'd eventually have to go back to gym class.

He just couldn't deal with them at the moment. His heart was already in pieces. Being humiliated and mistreated wasn't going to make it better.

•••

"Alright, Jimin. You have fifteen minutes left of class. I think you can go ahead and start heading back." The nurse said.

"Okay. Thank you..." he mumbled.

"You're welcome. Bye! Hope you feel better."

He smiled back, but as soon as she went back in her office his smile vanished. The knot in his throat came back and he took a deep breath.

He had never walked to slow to get to class. Different scenarios were playing in his mind and awful flashbacks from that day.

What else were they planning to do to him?

"Fag! There you are. Playing hide and seek I see?"

Jimin instantly stopped. He was hanging by the boys bathroom almost like he was waiting for him.

He immediately thought of turning back around and running the nurses office. His legs simply didn't move.

"Baby!" Nayeon screamed running to Jimin. The guy looked at her confused. She held Jimin's hand and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Jimin wasn't sure of what was happening, but he was extremely thankful she saw him and stopped.

"What? He's my boyfriend you shithead." She snapped.

"What? Fag boy is your boyfriend? What about Yoongi huh?"

She rolled her eyes, "He's not a fag if he's dating me idiots. Yoongi and I were only fuck buddies."

He laughed dramatically. "Holy shit. Nayeon, come on. You're so hot to be a beard for a little bitch."

"I'm not your beard so I don't see what you're talking about."

"Stay out of this won't you? Go apply more makeup or fix your hair. This isn't your problem."

Nayeon let go of Jimin's hand and stepped closer to that guy. "What the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

"You're a girl and you shouldn't be defending your boyfriend. That's a bad sign."

"I'm a girl and I can do whatever the fuck a guy can. If you haven't noticed I'm the vocal one in the relationship. Jimin is too nice even if you don't deserve it."

"I said stay the fuck out of it."

"Or what? What are you going to do?"

The guy looked like he was about to push her and Jimin pushed him first. "Don't you dare touch her." He firmly said.

He was very scared, but he wasn't going to let Nayeon get hurt. The guy smirk touching his shoulder. "Wow. About time you do something. You're encouraging me to beat your ass again."

Before he threw the first punch, Jimin swung as hard as he could. He touched his lip which was now bloody.

Jimin looked down at his first and felt good to finally hit him. He didn't believe in violence, but there was a point where you had to fight back.

Once again the guy tried to swing and Jimin was faster to throw the second punch and the third nearly knocking him over.

Nayeon took advantage of this and kicked him in the crotch area. He fell back rolling on the ground in excruciating pain.

"That was for being a dick to me, dick face." She held Jimin's hand again and walked him down the hall.

They walked out the door into the courtyard. They were hanging out by a tree away from school cameras.

"Holy shit. You hit him. Not once or twice but three times! You did that!" She screamed excitedly.

Jimin grinned covering his mouth. "I know! I did that!"

"I hope that teaches him a lesson. He deserved every hit and that kick on the dick. Maybe, that'll teach him to get his head out his ass."

He giggled nodding, "Maybe."

"Sorry for saying that I was your girlfriend and stuff. I just want him to leave you alone with those rumors."

"Thank you." He said.

She smiled wrapping her arms around him and laid her head against his chest. She was a few inches shorter than him so it was the perfect height. He returned the hug and didn't think much of it.

"Hey, I meant what what I said." She whispered.

"What?"

"I meant what I said," she repeated looking up. "Jimin, I want to be your girlfriend. For real."

Jimin's lips parted not knowing how to take this in. He waited for her to laugh and say it was a joke, but she never did.

"When I hug you, I feel so safe in your arms. There's no other place where I'll ever feel safer. And I know we've only know each other for a little bit, but let me show you how capable I am of loving you. I'm worthy of your arms, I promise. I'm going to love you so beautifully, that if you ever had a first love you'll forget them." She smiled with tears brimming her eyes.

Jimin simply kept looking into her eyes and she slowly got on her tippy toes to kiss him. She kissed him so gently and with so much love, Jimin wasn't able to pull away. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. How could he?

She pulled away resting her forehead against his. Her eyes were closed with tears falling. She still held him tightly close to her afraid that she would never get the chance to have him in her arms again.

"You like Yoongi, don't you?" She whispered.

"I'm sorry." Jimin responded.

"I'm so stupid," she laughed laying her head against his chest again. He tested his chin against hers feeling awful at this situation.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

"It's not your fault. I just feel stupid in general. It's like waiting for rain on a sunny day. Pointless and illusive."

"I love you. I really do. You're amazing." Jimin told feeling himself getting emotional.

"It's okay, I'm okay. I feel better now that I've told you. Don't worry. I'm fine. I really am."

And she wasn't lying. Being in his arms made all her worries disappear.

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sorry for any typos >> im at work and didn't have time to edit it ;o thnx for reading! much luv to you all 💞