I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 1~•

Jimin pov

I woke up by my alarm ringing. I was fucking nervous. I just moved into Seoul from Busan. I was going to a different school and I didn't know anybody.

"Its okay. Just be nice and you can make friends. People are nice." I convinced myself. I took a deep breath. I got up and began to get prepared.

I changed into some light ripped blue jeans and a black and white striped shirt.

I neatly combed my brown hair and looked in the mirror. I never look good enough.

I sighed and went downstairs where I saw my mom passed out on the couch and beer bottles surrounding her. I sighed and went inside the kitchen. I grabbed a quick snack since I was hungry.

I walked out the door, making sure to lock it before I walk to school.
I began walking and just looking and my surroundings. Seoul was beautiful. Although I do miss my hometown.

I made it to school where I saw a lot of people talking to eachother outside. Everyone was in their little groups talking and having fun. They all looked cool and were good looking.

I frowned and looked at myself. They were good looking. They were skinny. They had friends.

I was envious of them. I wish I was like them. I wasn't skinny or good looking like them. In fact I was the opposite. I mean I wasn't over weight but I wasn't skinny.

I sighed and put on a big smile. I walked over inside the building. It was a big school. I collected my schedule and was heading over to my class. Everyone was in their classes by now. I got lost and walked around in circles but I eventually found my class.

I prepared myself. I took a deep breath ans put on a smile as I entered. All eyes were on me now.

"Hi. I'm a new student." I said nervously to the teacher.

"Introduce yourself please." She said. She looked uninterested and didn't even bother to smile.

"I'm Park Jimin. And I moved here from Busan." I bowed.

I looked around and saw that many people weren't even paying attention. Or some were looking at me with disgust.

This threw me off and I quickly looked down.

"Sit behind Min Yoongi" She said as he had to raise his hand.

I walked over to him and sat behind. I smiled and introduced myself.

"Hi-"

"Don't fucking talk to me you pig." He said which caused some students to laugh.

I felt embarrassed and put my head down. I just got made fun of in front of the whole class. I felt like crying but I couldn't in front of them.

I looked down and all I could see was my belly. I was a pig. He was right.

I took a deep breath and payed attention to the lesson. After 40 minutes or so the bell rang. I got up, taking my stuff and looked at my schedule. I had reading next.

I walked around until I found my next classroom and went inside. Everyone was looking at me as I entered. I was feeling anxious. The tables were in groups. I didn't have any friends.

I saw a table that didn't have anyone and I took a seat. It was depressing sitting alone while everyone is with their friends.

I even saw some people stare and me in disgust and laugh at me. I felt ashamed. I wanted to go home now. I don't want to be here.

I sat alone for 40 minutes which felt like forever. It was eventually lunch time. I wasn't excited about that.

I got up and walked to the cafeteria. I waited in line as I was anxious on who I was going to sit with. I didn't have any friends yet. Eventually I was next in line and I grabbed a sandwich and milk. I grabbed my tray and looked around on where I would sit.