I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 13~•

Warning: This chapter contains suicidal attempts. Don't read if you're sensitive

Jungkook smirked and signalled for the rest to follow. By now it was empty since everyone had gone to class.

"Who is he talking to?" J-hope whispered.

"I don't know. And back off." Jungkook said, putting his hand on Hoseok's face and pushing him away.

"Let's hide behind the stairs. He won't see us and it gives us a clear view." Suga said

The members grinned and nodded. "Yeah." They muttered as they hid.

They saw Jimin walk up to Ms. Ross.

"What is he doing with her?" Suga muttered.

They watched as they saw them hug.

"What? What is happening right now?" Rm asked, feeling confused.

"Shut your mouth and listen, dumbass." Jungkook said, feeling annoyed.

"So what made you stop by?" She gave him a soft smile.

"I-I just wanted to say hi. I'll really miss you. You were the only person that cared." Jimin mumbled.

Rm felt a pang in his heart. Didn't he have his parents that love him? He thought.

He shook those thoughts off. He didn't want to feel bad for the loser. That would make him a loser too.

Still, he felt sympathy for the kid. Seeing him like this. He was filled with bruises. He even had a black eye.

He looked so torn...

Namjoon scoffed and glared at Jimin. No he wasn't gonna feel bad for that faggot.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" They heard her ask, her voice filled with worry.

They saw Jimin force a smile. For a second, Rm thought he saw tears.

"I-I'm just...just...I don't know. I'm so lost and i-" Jimin said in a broken voice.

There it was again. The sympathy was back.

Namjoon looked at the others and saw as they remained silent. Some were looking at the floor.

Did they also feel bad? He thought.

He looked back at Jimin and saw that he had broken down, hugging Ms. Ross for support.

Namjoon gulped, feeling a sob rising up. Did they make him feel this way?

He remembered all the things they did to him. How they punched his face. How they kicked him continuously.

How bloody they left him after. How they laughed at him. How they humiliated him.

He felt so disgusted with himself.

Namjoon looked away, not wanting to see anymore.

He turned around and started walking away, looking down on the floor.

"Where are you going?" Jungkook asked.

Namjoon let out a sigh and continued walking.

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Jimin stepped out of the building, feeling the fresh breeze on his face.

He closed his eyes, feeling the soothing breeze hit his face.

For some reason, he felt happy. He opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

A smile grew on his face as he walked to his house.

After minutes of walking, he finally made it home. He twisted the door knob open and entered.

It was quiet. Of course his mom wasn't home.

Jimin let out a sigh of relief and made his way upstairs.

He sat on his bed, thinking this through. Should he really do this?

He put his head down and rested his head in his hands.

Thoughts filled his head, giving him reason to stay.

He gripped his hair in frustration. He had been thinking about this for a while but why couldn't he do it? What was stopping him?

Jimin stood up and walked towards his closet door. He sighed as he pulled out a rope.

He held it in his hands as he stared at it.

At that time, it seemed like it was his friend.

"Fuck." Jimin muttered and shook his head. He was so tempted to do it.

He got the rope and tied to something strong enough to hold it, using a chair of course.

He made the loop and stood on the chair, just staring at it. He bit his lip, it was now or never.

Jimin trembled as he grabbed the rope and slipped his head through the noose. He breathed in and out, looking down.

"Okay. You can do this. It's for the best anyways." He told himself.

He slightly kicked the chair away, getting it away from his reach.

Tears fell from his cheeks as he felt the pressure on his neck.

It hurt so bad. A sob escape from his mouth, all the air was blocked. He whimpered as he tried gasping.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It wasn't too far and Jimin could see that it was Ms. Ross. His eyes widened. What was he doing?

He struggled to breathe and felt as if he was going to go unconscious.

Panic shot all over his body as he struggled to reach the chair.

Adrenaline shot through his veins as he tried to rash around, trying to survive.

Everything else had gone away and the only thing he was thinking was that he had to survive. For Ms. Ross.

He tried reaching the chair with his leg. It was his only hope. He prayed to god that he would live. He didn't want to die.

Tears streamed down his cheek as he struggled.

Finally he managed to reach the chair, pulling it in. He quickly got on top. He felt as if he was going to pass out.

His eyes were slowly closing. Jimin untied the rope and collapsed on the floor, unconscious but still breathing.

Sorry that this is very dark but things get better. I J-hope you guys enjoyed and remember....

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