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" Sometimes, the biggest battles are fought in the quiet spaces, where the clash of intentions echoes beneath the surface."
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The next morning, Jimin awoke to an excruciating pain that seemed to radiate through every fibre of his body.
With a weary sigh, he pushed himself out of bed.
As he splashed water onto his face, he gazed at his reflection, and an overwhelming surge of anger welled up within him.
His pent-up frustration burst forth, and he began to mercilessly punch the wall repeatedly, causing the mirror to shatter into a cacophony of echoing shards.
His voice trembled with self-directed condemnation as he muttered,
"Stupid, stupid. You are so.damn.stupid."
The once pristine and fancy mirror now lay broken and tainted with his blood, much like his fragile heart and battered body.
His knuckles bore the evidence of his rage, bloody and bruised.
Wincing in pain, he leaned against the marble-tiled wall, hastily reaching for the soap and vigorously scrubbing his hands.
"Get a grip, Park Jimin. Get a grip of yourself," he muttered under his breath.
When he was satisfied that his hands were no longer stained, they were left wounded and bruised, the skin glowing red from his vigorous scrubbing.
Jimin sighed and undressed, entering the shower.
The hot water pricked his skin, trickling from his hair down to his delicate facial features and over the still painful scars.
As the hot water met the long, red scars scattered across his chest, back, arms, and legs, Jimin couldn't help but hiss low curses.
Exiting the shower, he dressed in attire that would conceal his scars - sleeves and pants that hid the evidence of his suffering.
He made his way through the hallways, the guards and maids bowing to him as he passed, too fatigued to engage in any pleasantries.
However, he stopped to offer a low bow to the elderly maid who had cared for him.
She smiled warmly in return.
Upon entering his car, he instructed the chauffeur, "Sebastian, drive." The car's engine roared to life, and as they navigated the streets, Jimin reached for his iPad.
Unbeknownst to him, tears welled in his eyes, and his scars began to throb, crying out for help and liberation, much like his fragile soul.
Furiously swiping the tears away, he hastily applied face powder to conceal his running makeup.
Gazing into the makeup mirror, he couldn't help but feel ugly.
The reflection that stared back at him seemed phoney, made up, and two-faced.
His turbulent thoughts were interrupted by Sebastian's voice as he called out,
"Sir, we are here." Jimin exited the car, heading toward his daily responsibilities, his inner pain hidden behind a carefully composed facade.
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Jimin sat in the science club, indifferent to the teacher's saccharine demeanour.
As the class settled, he mechanically pulled out his book and pen, glancing at Jungkook seated beside him.
Briefly captivated by Jungkook's piercing gaze and subtle lip movements, Jimin's stoic facade remained intact.
The teacher's announcement about forming science pairs barely registered as Jimin continued to jot down notes, seemingly unaffected.
When the teacher called out "Jimin and Jungkook," Jungkook's excitement was met with a cold, indifferent gaze from Jimin.
Expressionless, he raised his hand, requesting to work alone, only to be met with a firm
"No."
Resigned, Jimin sighed, avoiding further confrontation to preserve his image.
As they delved into the project, any fleeting warmth in their interaction was masked by Jimin's reserved demeanour.
The bell rang, signalling the end, and Jimin swiftly packed up, keen to distance himself from the forced collaboration.
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Jimin entered the bustling cafeteria, his blonde hair catching the warm glow of the ambient lights.
He grabbed a frigid coffee and sat down, his presence marked by the distinct hum of activity around him.
Swiping through his iPad with an air of detachment, he sipped his drink amid the cafeteria's lively atmosphere.
The serene routine was abruptly disrupted as a forceful pat landed on his back, causing a flicker of annoyance.
Pain etched across his face as the hand pressed against a sizable red scar, drawing attention in the midst of the cafeteria's background noise.
Jungkook, with an irritatingly cheerful smile, was the culprit.
Unperturbed, Jimin continued his activities, seemingly unfazed by the lively conversations and clattering dishes.
Annoyed, he responded, "What do you want?" in a seemingly rude tone, signalling his disinterest in being disturbed amidst the cafeteria's hustle.
Jungkook, still grinning, sat next to Jimin.
Removing his headphones to look at the idiot, only to find Jungkook's stupid smile still plastered onto his face.
"Hey, Jimin," he said cheerfully, sitting next to Jimin, who focused back on his glowing iPad.
"What do you want?" Jimin said, seemingly rude, with no desire to talk to the boy pestering him about the project.
"About the pro—"
He was suddenly interrupted as Jimin slammed his iPad shut using its cover.
"Listen, Jungkook," Jimin started, huffing.
"I will do the project myself. All you have to do is copy it and tell the teacher we did it together."
Jungkook seethed with anger, his habit of poking his cheeks surfacing as his tongue poked his cheeks.
Huffing, Jungkook started, angered by Jimin's perceived leeching and the cold behaviour Jimin had consistently shown him, regardless of the occasional happiness.
"No, do I look like a leech? We are doing this together, whether you like it or n—"
Jungkook was caught off guard once again.
"Jungkook," the blonde guy stated, looking at Jungkook.
"I need to do this on my own. You'd help me," the brunette guy cut him off once again, their exchange marked by interruptions.
Jungkook questioned, "Helping from what?"
"Helping me fro— " Jimin cut himself off,
"You know what, whatever. But not at my house." Jimin got up, picking up his belongings and trashing his remaining drink.
He had never brought anyone to his house; rules and regulations in and out of his house were meant to be followed, and one of them was not lying.
However, to protect the image he was always meant to follow, he had to do something he never once imagined doing
—lying to his dad.
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