Jimin's POV

i was walking through an empty hallway when i heard muffled cries coming from the janitors closet.

i just ignored it.

that was until i heard louder cries, along with the smell of rusted metal.

the cries of pain.

the smell of cutting.

i ran in quickly before flicking on the light.

no one was there.

i had threatening tears, and i was panting uncontrollably.

was i losing my mind?

probably.

i couldn't smell the metal anymore, and silence suffocated me.

i flicked the light back off before leaving the empty room.

back into the now filled hallway.

all of this was confusing.

was i drugged?

is this all a dream?

am i going insane?!

i looked at my hands which seemed to only get smaller, and took a deep breath.

"i can do this... there's no need to be afraid... there's a whole universe if this doesn't work out," i whispered to myself, only getting more and more anxious. "the thing is, i think he might be my universe."

i walked back to my locker to grab my things. it was quite cold out today so i had a baby blue t-shirt, with an over-sized black coat thrown over top, along with black skinny jeans and tan timberland's. i pulled out my homework and put it into my pastel purple backpack before leaving out the front door. there was a black figure lying against the pole, looking as if they were waiting for someone. i didn't think much of it, so i started to walk further. while i was slowly walking towards the exit, i saw a boy running over to the waiting boy.

it was baekhyun.

he gave the waiting boy a bone crushing hug.

i just assumed it was his boyfriend.

as i was staring at the couple, i noticed someone walk past me.

it was taehyung.

"tae!" i yelled, grabbing his wrist.

"what the hell? w-what do you want?" he asked, slightly annoyed.

"i can't do this anymore," i whispered. "i hate the way you make me feel... and knowing that i probably like you more than you like me fucking hurts.." i laughed.

he shook his head slightly before speaking, "jimin, i can't do this right now."

"oh right," i giggled. "you care about popularity more than my feelings," i laughed, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"it's-n- uh!" he had a loss for words.

"i really should hate you," i smiled, before more tears stared falling. "but for some reason i just can't let you go... for some reason i still think i can change you... after all the times you've said to me, "i'm sorry, but i can't change"," i said, wiping the tears with my sleeve.

he looked at me shocked, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me over to a hidden spot.

"look, jimin. baekhyun was right. you were right. i let popularity get the best of me. yet, in reality, i will probably never see these faces again after high school," he sighed. "i don't know what happened to me," he started to cry. "i wish i was a little kid again. when i was young and dumb, and i didn't understand what people would tell me... it's just... i was scared of myself... and what would happen if i gave myself to you...look at me... i'm a mess. i didn't think you even really cared about me. i'm disgusting. i thought you only liked the old me... the better me.." he stared bawling, choking on his own tears.

"taehyung," i whispered. "i promise you, if you let go of this popularity shit, i'll be the bestest friend you could ever have. and-and we can make friends together. better friends. friends who love and care about you for who you are... not what you have or don't have.." i said, as a single tear left my eye.

"jimin, thank you so much," he sighed, "you're honestly a great person, and i'm so happy that you moved... i don't deserve you," he said, putting his head down as i went on my toes to reach his forehead with my own.

i'm happy i moved too

he took his large hands into mine and whispered, "hey, do you mind if i crash at your place? i don't feel like going home tonight."

"of course," i giggled, as he moved my bangs out of the way to kiss my forehead.

"thanks, shorty," he giggled, as i slapped his arm.

(A.N. oml why did i find that so cute. also i never thought that people would actually read my shit writing so yayy)

NOT EDITED