Jungkook

For the first week, Jimin was still enrolled at the school. He became the talk of the school. Rumors spread fast. They spread even faster when you have the kind of power over a crowd that Taehyung does.

Today, my classmates said his name was finally taken off the roster. Park Jimin no longer attends this school. This confirmed it to not only me, but to everyone. The moment he collided with the current, he died.

And I couldnt save him. I couldn't even keep him alive.

I know now that if I would've reached out to grab him and he panicked and fell or simply jumped out of spite, I would've directly been the reason he died. I know those strangers held me back for my own good, but it still tears me apart knowing I could've grabbed him and he might still be here.

I really did like him. I know I was horrible, there's no justifying that with my feelings. I'm filled with regret and sorrow. I'm so sorry I made him feel so depressed. Im sorry, Jimin hyung. I just... was afraid, I've always been afraid.

The second Taehyung brought him to eat with us, I knew he was going to take him apart and break the boy. God, even when they weren't around though, I still was so cruel because I was paranoid Taehyung would pull something if I wasn't. I thought, anything I do to him could never be as vicious as anything Taehyung could do.

Taehyung's hurt a lot of people just for his own amusement.

I abruptly stood from my seat. My teacher eyed me.

"I'm going to puke. I'm going to the infirmary " I stated.

She nodded and waved me off, returning to her lesson unbothered.

Everyone was watching me as I walked out. This last week's been filled with randoms giving me their condolences, telling me how my friend group must miss him.

I glanced into the classroom next door. Taehyung's class. The door was opened and I has a clear view of him.

He was crying. Other students were as well. He had people surrounding him. Someone was rubbing circles into his back. Another person took his hand and held it with both of theirs.

"I'm so sorry. I think I should go to the office and call my parents. I simply can't work right now. You all know how close we were. He was one of my best friends. Aish, I'll fall behind in my classes. I'm really a wreck" he lied.

I scoffed. He's put on a convincing show.

"Taehyung oppa, I'll take notes for you, ok? Please get some rest. Let your mind and heart heal." The girl holding his hand said to him.

I rolled my eyes. He has them eating out of his palm. The poor girl really soaked up all his words like a sponge. Pathetic, really.

"Oh no, that's really too much to ask of anyone. I can't accept"

Classic. He denies it, so they'll only want to do it more.

I clenched my fists.

"Don't worry about it, we're here for you. On our group project, I'll even do your part. Please don't stress" the girl added.

"Hey man, I'll do your part to ours as well. I can't even imagine how you must feel. Losing your desk mate and close friend"

Idiots. They're all miserably stupid. You've all just played his game and lost.

Taehyung stood from his seat. Grabbed his bookbag, and walked towards the door. His teary eyes met mine. I clenched my jaw as I watched them change from sad to blank.

Once he was out the door, he blinked the tears away. Patted his cheeks. He wore now the expressionless face he owns. Hollow eyes staring at me. He smirked at me just as he turned and walked away.

I continued on my way to the infirmary. Keeping my distance from him. He didn't turn to say anything at all. And once I was met with my destination, we parted ways.