THE QUIET.

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"thank you all for coming." the principal cleared his throat.

i closed my eyes,

desperately wanting to disappear.

"no problem." my mother nodded.

this room was actual hell for me right now.

"why are we here though, if i may ask?" mrs min asked.

yup.

my parents,

yoongi's parents,

yoongi,

and i.

all here in one room.

and so was that fucking girl.

it was like she refused to leave his side,

so they let her stay.

"there were a few rumors going around school from an anonymous source saying jimin had physically attacked yoongi a week ago." he explained with folded arms.

"my son has never been involved in any fights, sir." my mother's expression instantly changed.

"no, but he has had a long list of criminal activity."

i rolled my eyes.

i'm sure my mother was not expecting that.

"i told you money doesn't erase police documents."

"park jimin!" she gave me a firm glare.

mrs min cleared her throat.

"yoongi has been gone because his friend arrived to busan last week." she motioned to that fucking girl.

"i see."

"so, you are going to take this off his records, right?" my father asked,

still trying to calm my mother.

"i'm afraid not." the principal took out a paper.

"we would like it removed too. jimin didn't do anything." mr min added.

i'm surprised our parents were being civil right now.

especially mine after i confessed yoongi and i used to be involved with each other.

"i would if i could, but jimin confessed to the incident and we forced him to get his hands wrapped by the nurse because his knuckles were still bruised."

all attention now went to me.

just me.

that girl was looking at my hand and i really just wanted to flip her off.

my mother grabbed my hand,

looking at the small scars and light bruising on each finger.

"when did you do this?"

i didn't want to answer.

yoongi was staring at me;

i could feel a panic attack waiting to happen.

"are you okay?"

i ignored that damned blonde boy,

just like he did to me.

"after our talk." she looked away,

clearly not wanting me to bring it up.

"i punched a wall. can i go now?"

my father grabbed my wrist when i stood up.

"sit the fuck down, park jimin."

mr 'lawyer of the year',

finally lost his cool for the first time in months.

"do you know how hard your mother and i try to clear your name from all the stupid shit you keep doing? underage drinking, smoking, sneaking out, sex, trying to kill yourself. we've spent a lot of money trying to get you professional help, but it's clearly not working. stop acting like a little girl and deal with your problems like a man- not by cutting your wrist, faggot."

he walked out,

slamming the door.

no one talked.

no one could.