Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin

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Jimin couldn't focus in class, let alone hold the pencil to take fucking notes. The carved mark on his hand now is slowly healing but it still hurts, like his damn tongue that still hasn't healed.

At least Taehyung has been on the more calmer side lately. Obviously if Jimin doesn't test his patience. It's funny that the only way Jimin can last a night without bruises is by now hurting himself, or fighting him back. Taehyung doesn't touch him, nor speaks to him at times, but he does walk around his apartment as if it's his. However one time Jimin did end up slipping and he was cutting on his hip.

Taehyung caught him.

Let's just say Jimin was drowned repetitively in the bathtub for possible a good thirty minutes until Taehyung just began to beat him. That was a lesson to never, ever, try something like that while he's around.

To never attempt to hurt himself.

Each day Jimin grows more and more drained, finding more reasons to die and he's hanging on a thin string at this moment.

Now that someone is being a fucked up version of his babysitter, he wants to die more than anything.

He would, he definitely would.

Even right now. Taehyung isn't here, no one is paying attention to him in class, all he has to do is stab his pen to his neck and that's it.

He'll be dead-

"Park Jimin, you seem a little distracted there," Mr. Park Bogum says, snapping Jimin front his dark thoughts. He snaps his eyes up from the mark on his hand to see the professor approaching him, causing his heart to start to pick up speed in his chest.

Fuck.

"I uh.... I'm sorry," Jimin squeaks lowly, especially when Mr. Park stands beside him from his row and it doesn't make it easier that Jimin is sitting at the edge, so that's the perfect angle for him to make Jimin feel incredibly small.

The professor glances down at his notebook empty, grimacing, "Stay after class," Was all he said before going back to the front of the class.

Oh great now he's going to have to come up with an excuse.

Jimin is a horrible liar as it is, so this is only leaving him in heaps of anxiety. So for the remainder of the class he took notes, well tried with his other hand, all the way until Mr. Park dismissed the class.

By now Jimin is rattling in panic, unsure what Mr. Park may say to him as he gathers his stuff and approaches the professor. By now the students have left the class and Mr. Park was gathering his stuff just as Jimin walks down the steps and stands in front of the desk.

"You wanted to speak with me sir?"

Mr. Park looks up to the sound of Jimin's voice, sighing heavily as he leans to the desk with hands pressed down, "Yes actually I did," He says, perking a slow eyebrow raise, "You are usually always participating in class or being attentive, is something going on that's making you not focus?"

Oh yeah, I'm practically living with a fucking psychopath who has a blood kink and doesn't leave me the hell alone because he doesn't want me to kill myself.

"No not at all," Jimin says effortlessly, gripping tightly to the lace of the backpack, "Is that all? I have to go to my next class."

Mr. Park narrows his eyes at him for a moment before going to a folder and digging through some papers. After a while he pulls out a packet and lays it in front of Jimin.

The midterm exam.

"A 55%!" Jimin exclaims, taking the packet to see the number in bold red, "H-How? I studied so hard for this-"

"Yeah that's what I'm trying to understand too," Mr. Park says lowly before standing up straight, "Meet me here during my office hours today. We will go over the exam and perhaps I'll give you some extra work to make up for it."

Ugh, the last thing Jimin wanted was to come back to this school during the afternoon, which is when Mr. Park has his office hours. This is his anatomy class, he honestly can't fail this class or any other class! This will mess things up for medical school.

Sure he's suicidal as fuck, but while he's still alive, he needs to keep his shit together before he dies.

So with a heavy sigh Jimin slowly agrees, "Alright, I'll be here around six," Was all he says, making the professor smile at him as he leaves the classroom.

The two not being aware of the other person all the way to the back of the class, hiding in the shadows, who watches Jimin walk out the door before glaring murderously at the professor.

All the while playing with the knife on his hands.

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A/N:

Oh......

Ah....

Hmm....

I don't know how to feel about the next chapter hahaha I like the song that goes with it though, so that's some inspiration haha

Let's see what's going to happen!!

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