Jungkook.

Rewind.

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"I hate you... both of you" he barely managed to speak.

He thinks- I didn't mean- How did things end up like this?

"N-no Jimin" I said.

He'd already turned his back to me and began running. I stepped forward. Taehyung grabbed my arm, but I didn't allow him to hold me back anymore.

I ran after him. Keeping my eyes on his back in the hallway. Other students were beginning to head to their classes at this time. It's a normal day to everyone else.

I didn't yell out for him anymore. I didn't want to bring him that kind of attention. I didn't want him to feel like all eyes were on him anymore. That's not how I want this to go. Not how I ever wanted this to go.

The both of us ran down the stairs. He was surprisingly fast considering his health. It wasn't till he made it outside that he paused for only a second. He looked behind him then. Eyes on me for only a second. I pushed through the glass door to the building and paused then too. Watching his teary eyes blinking once before he turned his head forward and continued to run.

The streets were oddly dead considering the location. The air was cold and humid. The kind of breeze that lets you know it'll be a rainy night.

My legs caught up with his. My already racing heart felt about ready to jump out of my chest. I ran forward just a bit more and reached out my arm. Grabbing onto his bookbag and yanking him back rather agressively.

"Jimin, please. Let me explain..." I said.

He said nothing as he his bony fingers weakly tried to tear my hand away.

"T-Taehyung's not mentally there. Jimin please, don't ignore me. It looks bad, it looks so bad, I know. Fuck, it is bad. I just..." How do I even begin to explain to him.

How do I justify what I've done when I know it was wrong? It was disgusting. I'm a deranged for why I've done. A sicko.

Taehyung said if I got Jimin to strip for the camera and flaunt his eating disorder, he'd treat him better afterwards. He lied straight through his fake smile and said he wouldn't pick on him anymore. Said that I could date him.

Why did I think it was ok? Why did I think I had to listen?

I can't explain that to him because now that I truly think of it, I don't deserve to be forgiven. No matter how the situation is explained, what happened was sick.

He gave up. He couldnt pry my hands from his bookbag, so he took it off. Leaving it in my hand while he took off again.

And I stood still.

He wasn't heading home today.

Where are you going, park Jimin?