OPPOSITES ATTRACT || VMIN

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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.