(was limpidity, just changed the name and cover)
it's more than harassment.
it's more than stress.
it's more than heart break.
everyone encounters something in their life that turns it around completely.
others for the good, majority for the bad.
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Prologue
100 days;
it has been 100 days since Park Jimin's parents brought him to Dongsan Medical Center.
flashback:
He was at school when he got called down to the office, there were his parents, his literature teacher Mr. Yaow, and his principal. He was about to faint from the pressure in the room. He sat down next to his parents. Mr. Yaow then showing the poems Jimin had been creating in class. Tears began to fill his eyes. He wanted to run, but he was paralyzed. His father had tears of his own, mumbling words of pitty. His mother on the other hand was disappointed, to see how weak her son is. The principal then gave options, but when his parents heard about hospitalization, Jimin snapped. He got up and tried to snatch away the phone from the principal, but his sweater sleeves rolled up, reviling many deep cuts. His fathergasped, as now the tears that were once in his eyes were flowing down his cheek's like a river. Jimin just stood there. He was then escorted to the hospital. The whole ride was silent, but painful, and full of betrayal.
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Now, 100 days later,he wiped his bloodshot eyes. They were puffy from crying all night. If there was something Jimin learned from here is how lonely he truly is. The bag's under his delicate eyes reviled he stayed up all night, thinking about what he had done wrong to deserve this.
All his life he was loyal to his mother and father. He was caring to his little brother. All these scenarios played out like a film in his head. With each scene having details to make him wonder if it were real, or just a dream. You would catch Jimin like this most days. In a ball, thinking, and thinking until his body gave out. His doctor, Mr. Tokko said he was anxious. The word scaring Jimin. Making him think there was something wrong with him. Worrying him. "Maybe that is why mom doesn't love you", "Maybe that is why dad signed the papers in a blink of an eye".
When he was about to let out his sorrow's, when a knock on the door interrupted his event, startling Jimin. He quickly dropped himself under the covers, pretending to be asleep. The door knob twisted, reviling Mrs. Kim, the nurse who Jimin despised.
"il-eona Jimin, the group is waiting on you, wash up and take your pill" she said. She kept poking at his sides, pushing him harshly. But when she accidentally rubbed his lower back Jimin had enough.
"Stop. I will get up, just leave already" he said in a stern manner. He had always been conscious of where people touch him. Let's just say he had a thing with, well, let's just say germs. Mrs. Kim took his words and left his room in a matter of seconds, only doing one thing before she left.
She changed the flowers.
Jimin hated it, like it was a constant reminder of how this little plant,
was more alive than he will ever be.
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He walked down the short, narrow hallway. He looked into the lounge to see 2 other boys surrounding the circular table. The room blinded his eyes, even though he was awake, the light attacked his eyes, making him squint. The bright, white light's enhanced the other boy's features. As Jimin sat down he looked at his tray. A bowl of cereal, yogurt, and an orange. He was about to eat when someone interrupted him.
"Yah, banbaji, let's trade" Said one of the boys. Jimin was clearly annoyed. Everyone had the same thing, he didn't see why they had to trade. Jimin didn't listen to him and took a bite out of his cereal. It tasted so plain, useless. The other boy was distraught, someone didn't listen to him. He stood up causing the table to shake. Jimin looked up, more annoyed than ever.
"Neo Babo, we have the same shit. calm down." Jimin said calmly while looking into the other's eyes. Jimin was surprised when the boy lunged at him, pinning him against the wall. Thus triggering him. Many flashbacks came back to Jimin, causing tears to fall down his eyes. Just when Jimin was about to scream, someone stood at the door frame.
"Daeyung, let him go." That's all it took. 4 words helped Jimin breathe again. Jimin was on the floor when someone came up to him. The person gave him a hand. Jimin hesitated at first, but eventually gave in. Even though Jimin felt dirty, he still took his hand.
"T-thank you hyung" Jimin said quietly.
" Jimin I told you already, call me Yoongi" The calm, reassuring tone in Yoongi's voice was able to stabilize Jimin. Yoongi was the only one Jimin talked to. He was Jimin's only friend. They arrived to this hell the same day. Yoongi has anger problems, he was anxious and depressed like Jimin. They bonded really fast. They had this thing, everyday the would have a topic, and they would talk about something from their past that related to that. So today, Jimin was thinking.
"So Jimin, what is the topic for today?" Yoongi said. He found Jimin quite interesting. He was fond of him actually. Jimin was just so mysterious to him, he wanted to find out his secret. Why he was here? Jimin had told him countless times how he got here, just never why. Yoongi always asked "What were the poems about", or "What was the 'childhood trauma' about? " But Jimin never answered. He just stared at Yoongi, unsure if he should tell, trust.
" I was thinking love" Jimin said quietly. The light in Yoongi's eyes vanished, as if that one word had total power over him. He was silent. But then his soft, pink lips opened. Taking Jimin under it's spell, captivated by whatever words would hypnotize him.
"The worst thing ever delivered to man kind. Too much pain, but there is too much lust, longing for someone's presences that hits you where it hurts. Love in confusing. Love can lead to a rare kind of happiness, but one wrong turn can be a never ending spiral of betrayal, insanity, and sadness. I wouldn't be surprised if it killed people, if anything, it killed me" and with those words, Jimin's heart fell into the earth's core.
As they turned the corner, they see two nurses, one in front of each others their door holding papers. They both looked at each other confused. Both anxious, they walked slower. This was the same feeling Jimin had 100 days ago. He soon realized he was clutching Yoongi's hand, but Yoongi was holding on too.
"Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, you are being discharged, gather your things, your parents will be here in half an hour." And with those words, Jimin collapsed. He was so happy he was crying into the crook of Yoongi's neck. He sniffled and went into his room. Today was the day he thought. He put on black, ripped jeans, and a over sized grey sweater. He took one last look at his "room" and thought, "am I gonna miss this place? Nope!" And he walked out. He saw Yoongi outside of his door. He was wearing all black, His pale skin and mint hair being the only two colours in his outfit. They both looked at each other and hugged.
"See you soon" Yoongi whispered into Jimin's ear. Causing shivers to go down his spine. Yoongi walked away into the direction of two other boys. Yoongi's hand slipped out of Jimin's, and he was gone.
