Jimin's POV (trigger warning)

"Good morning, class," our teacher said in a cheerful voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon," we all said in unison. As if we were robots.

The day went by as normal. That was until lunch came.

Today I had to eat at the cafeteria, since the grass was soggy and the sky was sagging.

I sat alone with Joonie since Jinnie was sick that day. He had some soup, while I just read my book.

"Hey looks, it's a pair of mistakes," Taehyung chuckled, bumping into my shoulder, which caused me to lose my page. He was beside some girl, with Jungkook on the other side of him.

I didn't want to believe it was him.

I didn't want to act like he just said that to my friend and I.

Not after what he told me.

It hurt so bad.

But then I realized.

He's a bad boy.

When we're in public.

He's not the same.

Who knows if he'll change.

It hurts just thinking about it.

About him.

Why does he do this to me?

I'm supposed to hate him.

Why can't I?

It'd be way easier than acting this facade.

He probably doesn't even like me.

He's probably just trying to get me wrapped around his finger.

So that he can hurt me even more.

He doesn't like me.

He doesn't love me.

He has all those other girls.

Why would he like me?

I looked up from my book which was on the wrong page, and looked to Namjoon. His face read disgust and horror. There was also a hint of disappointment.

"Joonie, please just don't believe him. He's an idiot," I sighed, while a single tear rolled down my cheek.

Don't tell someone to do something that you can't.

You have to try first, Jimin.

The day went along like this.

Whenever he'd see me, he'd make nasty comments.

But that wasn't it.

I walked into two of his little make out sessions, and I heard some moans in the janitors closet.

It hurt so bad.

But I don't even know why.

It shouldn't affect me.

But it does.

Today was also one of those days where he'd come over for dinner and sleep over.

This is going to be awkward.

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The walk home was traumatizing.

No one said a word.

There was only silence.

And the obnoxious sounds of birds tweeting.

But mostly painful silence.

As we walked through the door, we were met by my annoyingly loud mother.

"Hey! You guys are home!! Food will be ready shortly~," she sung, as he heads to my room, me following behind.

He sat on my bed, as I took a seat on my chair.

We didn't talk.

He was on his phone.

I was drawing.

The silence was so painful.

I wanted to cry.

I needed to cry.

I did cry.

As silent sobs left me, my body shook up and down.

I didn't want him to notice.

I needed him to notice.

Yet I was left unnoticed.

I cried so much that my drawing was drowning in tears.

I didn't even notice what I was drawing.

But when I did, I immediately crumpled it.

I was drawing him.

"Jimin..." he barely called.

I put my head on my desk and covered my ears.

He stopped talking.

Or I couldn't hear him.

"Jimin," I called a bit louder.

I shut my eyes tight.

"Jimin!" He yelled.

I flinched slightly as my name was called.

But still did not answer.

I stood up.

I went to my washroom.

And I locked the door behind me.

As I walked in, I noticed how worried he looked.

I didn't care though.

It's all just part of his plan.

He can't fool me.

I went to the drawer and pulled out a razor.

I lifted the sleeve of my sweater and brought the blade closer to my skin.

I slowly cut softly into my skin.

And dragged it across.

It hurt.

But the pain felt relieving.

I want this.

I need this.

The blood dripped red.

On my floor.

Escaping my skin.

I did it more.

Until I felt satisfied.

After a few minutes, I heard banging on the door.

There was yelling telling me to let him in.

He could smell the blood.

This isn't what I wanted.

After doing one more cut, I disposed of the razor and cleaned the floor and my wounds.

I decided to make it took like I had a nose bleed.

So I cut once more and put the blood on my face under my nose.

He wouldn't know the difference.

I opened the door.

I was met with a Taehyung who was panting from worrying so much.

Again, all fake.

"Jimin, What the hell were you doing?!" He yelled.

"I just had a nose bleed," I mumbled.

"Why did you lock the door? You had me worried," he sighed in relief.

"Sorry," I mumbled before wiping the blood from under my nose with a tissue.

I made my way downstairs for dinner, with him following. I didn't have an appetite, but my mother will probably make me eat.

"Hey, guys! What's up? You look a little... depressing?" My Mom commented.

"Nothing's wrong," I mumbled.

"Really? You look like you just went through a breakup. Wait! Don't tell me! Did you two... breakup?" She asked, seeming very worried.

"No, mom! We were never together!" I yelled to relieve my stress.

"Woah, Wow. No need to yell, darling," she said, trying to calm me down.

"Whatever," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

We eat in silence.

Or at least I did.

I couldn't hear anything.

I blocked everyone's voice out.

I didn't even touch my food.

I just sat there.

Confusedly staring at nothing.

"Jimin, are you Okay?" My Mom asked, except to me, it sounded woozy and dry.

"Y-Yeah," I mumbled as if I were drunk.

When the dinner finished, we both went up to my room.

It was around 7:00pm. And neither of us wanted to stay up.

I changed in the washroom while he changed in my room.

When I went to go check on him, he was fast asleep in my bed.

I wanted to join him but I couldn't

So I slept in the bathtub that night.

(A/N. NOT EDITED. Sorry I was too lazy hah. This is rlly bad so don't judge plz)