I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 3~•

He put the apple he had on his hand, back on the tray. He looked down as his lip quivered.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Suddenly, he held something cold being spilled on him. Jimin flinched as Jungkook spilled milk on him.

The wet continents spilling all over his hair and clothes.

The whole cafeteria laughed at Jimin as he just looked down in embarrassment.

"You're fucking pathetic. And you will never be anything more than that." Jungkook glared at him.

Jimin got up from his table and started walking towards the exit of the cafeteria.

He still heard the laughing as he pushed the doors open. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve as he walked to the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror and saw what a mess he was. He grabbed some paper towels and began drying his hair and cleaning his clothes.

How fucking cruel.

He was just minding him business. What did he ever do to them. Nothing, that's for sure.

Jimin felt tears falling down his cheeks as he finished cleaning himself up.

Jimin was walking around the hall when he bumped into a lady.

"I'm so sorry." Jimin apologized.

"It's okay. Jesus what happened to you?" The lady asked, feeling concerned.

"It's nothing. Just a couple of kids." Jimin mumbled.

"I'm Ms. Ross. I work at the front desk." She introduced herself.

"I'm Park Jimin." he shyly said.

"If you ever have a problem or if those boys are giving you trouble, stop by and we could talk about it.

I know the school doesn't do much for bullying cases. And I'm sorry." She said, softly.

Jimin shook his head "it's quite fine. I need to go." He said and excused himself.

He started walking away when he got an idea.

"Actually, can you please do me a favor?" He turned around and asked her.

"Sure. What is it?" She responded.

"I don't want to go to my next class since they're going to be there. I don't want the school to call my mom about me being absent. Could you please change it that I was here?" He asked, nervously.

She thought about it. She really felt bad for the kid. Besides, that class was gonna be hell for him.

"Okay. I'll change it. Just don't tell anyone. I could be fired.." She said.

Jimin smiled at her. "Thank you." He said and walked away.

Jimin kept smiling throughout the walk to the park. She seemed like the only one that cared.

Jimin sat down at the bench and just kept looking around. It sure was nice outside. No bullies around. No worries.

Jimin felt tired. His eyes were closing as he stared at the sky. He was fucking exhausted. He just wanted to take a nap. Even if it was for a couple of minutes. Jimin closed his eyes as the sleepiness overtook him.

Jimin opened his eyes, his eyes still adjusting to his surroundings.
Then he realized, it's fucking nightime. His mom would beat him for being out so late.

Jimin panicked as he rushed out of the bench and began sprinting home. It hurt. His throat, his stomach, everything just hurt. He was out of air but he pushed himself in not stopping.