I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 10•~

Jimin picked himself up, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

His eyes were all red and puffy. He felt his stomach grumble.

Jimin hated himself. He hated himself because he was hungry. Hungry and restricting meant that a binge was coming soon.

And Jimin hated that. He doesn't want to eat. He doesn't want to be fat.

He had listed every single thing he hated about himself. He hated his chubby cheeks. He hated how big his thighs are. He hated his big stomach and his ugly face.

He hated caring about what other people think of him. He just hated everything about himself.

If only everything would end. If only everyone left him alone.

Jimin snapped out of his thoughts as he got pushed against the lockers.

The students laughed as they high-fived each other. They walked away, muttering about how weird Jimin was.

"Such a freak." Jennie said, walking away.

The halls were clearing up so Jimin decided to just ignore them.

Jimin sighed and was about to walk away until he saw Jisoo approaching him.

"Ew. It isn't Halloween so you can take off that ugly ass mask." She said, crossing her arms.

He felt so embarrassed. He was nothing compared to her. She was pretty and popular.

And Jimin was just...Jimin. Nothing compared to her.

"Leave me alone." He muttered.

She scoffed and slapped him. Jimin's head turned to the side as he felt his cheek sting.

He suddenly saw her smirk as she looked the other way. Jimin's eyes widened as he saw her slap herself.

She cried and held her cheek. He heard footsteps and saw BTS coming his way.

Suddenly, it all hit him. He was being framed.

"What's wrong, babe?! What happened?!" Jungkook said, fuming.

"H-He slapped me. I didn't even do anything." She said, crying.

She even showed the red mark on her cheek.

Jungkook turned his head to Jimin, fuming. Jimin could see how pissed off he was.

"N-No! I didn't hit her! She made it up! I swear!" Jimin stuttered.

"Oh so now you hit her and call her a fucking liar? You're gonna get it now." Jungkook said and swung at him, hitting Jimin in the cheek.

Jimin fell onto the floor, feeling the pain on his cheek.

"You are not a man if you abuse women. You are fucking weak and pathetic if you do that." Namjoon spit at him.

Jungkook grabbed him by the collar and used all his strength to punch him in the stomach.

Jimin fell on the ground, coughing up some blood. He felt his eyes blur as he looked at the floor.

He felt tears building up in the corner of his eyes.

He felt a sharp pain at his side as Jungkook kicked him. And it continued.

Jimin looked up and saw many students recording and laughing about him. Talking about how weak he was.

Jimin looked down in shame. He felt someone pull him up.

"Don't ever touch my girlfriend. Or you'll fucking regret it." Jungkook's words spit out like venom.

He punched Jimin right in the nose. He walked away his the rest and left Jimin alone.

Jimin felt blood rushing out of his nose. He cried as he tried wiping it away.

Blood was all over his clothes. Jimin picked himself up no matter how much pain he was in.

He walked out of the main doors. He was going home. He didn't want to stay any longer.

Jimin cried on his way there, tears blurring his view.

"FUCKING HELL!" He screamed, tugging at his hair. Tears fell from his cheeks.

He was a mess. He couldn't believe that he was that weak. That he didn't even stand up for himself.

He hated them. He fucking hated them. He hated himself. For not doing shit about how he was treated.

Why wasn't he born differently? Things would have been different.

Thoughts surrounded his mind as he made it to his house. He opened the door and ran to his room.

He slammed the door close rushed to his wardrobe.

His face was all red from crying and tears blurred his vision.

Jimin grabbed the razor blade and sat down on his bed. He looked down at his arms, tears falling onto it.

He brought up the razor bladder with his shaky hand. Jimin sucked in air as he pressed the cold metal against his skin.

He let out a sob and he continued carving out a word. Tears fell onto the cut which stung.

After he was done, he felt so much better. He felt relieved. He looked at his arm and saw the masterpiece.

'Useless'

Carved in big bold letters.

Jimin let out a shaky sigh and smiled, looking down at his arm.