jimin

just like every day, jimin's week was horrible.

yoongi has been having his boyfriend, who is also jimin's best irl friend, over at their house. now, hoseok's a great guy, but yoongi has been telling him all of these untrue rumors, trying to make him hate jimin. jimin doesn't know when his brother started to hate him, but he hates it. he wants it to be like the old days. when the five of them (including jungkook and seokjin) would just all sit in a circle and laugh together.
but now, they were currently separated by a wall, jimin being all alone, attempting to study with the loud music and the obnoxious laughing.

oh, how he missed jin's laugh.

jimin couldn't do it anymore.

it was hurting him.

he's friends laughing without him.

in the same house.

the same floor.

with the same people.

everyone except him.

he did the unexpected.

jimin got up from his blood stained desk and trudged to yoongi's room.

without thinking twice, he carefully opened the door, to be met with the group of friends he dearly missed.

"can you guys please keep it down..." jimin aggressively yet quietly said, trying not to cry.

"oh, are we being too loud?" hoseok asked, genuinely confused.

"just a little bit. i'm t-trying to study, that's all," jimin said, trying to breathe properly.

"oh, okay," hoseok sighed, facing the group again. "we better listen, you don't want to know what an angry jimin looks like," he whispered to the group. they all nodded.

no one asked jimin if he wanted to join.

no one said hi.

no one asked if he needed help studying.

because,

well,

no one cares.

"hey," jungkook spoke up. "how's your imaginary boyfriend?" he laughed.

this made jimin furious.

"h-he's not imaginary. and h-he's not my b-boyfriend," the annoyed boy stuttered. "and he's definitely better than all of you fuckers."

"jungkook!" jin whisper-yelled. "we said not to get him angry."

"i don't care, baby. he needs to learn that living is the last thing he needs to do," jungkook smirked, standing up from the circle.

"did he just call me b-baby?" jin whispered to himself, touching the cheek jungkook had kissed when he stood up.

no one knew what was going to happen.
nor did they care.

they just wanted it to be over quickly. so they didn't have to see the "ugly" boy anymore.

"w-what are you doing?" jimin asked, stepping back from the younger boy who was inching closer.

"just giving you want you deserve," jungkook answered, swinging his first punch at the small fragile boy.

"f-fuck," jimin stuttered.

that boy has a strong punch.

jungkook didn't stop there.

he kept punching him until his fists were covered in his enemy's blood.

sadly, no one helped jimin.

not even hoseok.

everyone changed.

they used to be obsessed with the now bloody boy.

but now they'd rather hang out with a trash can then him.

there was no point for him to be alive anymore.

he didn't sleep that week.

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poor jiminie

i wish i could just write all day every day

also, hello to my silent readers. how are y'all?

i'm fine i guess, thanks for asking