THE QUIET.

|fifty one

"i'm so sorry, jimin." my mother tried to hug me.

i leaned away,

still looking straight forward,

refusing to show emotion.

i really wanted to fucking cry.

but i couldn't.

i just can't.

"i'm going to go talk to him. stay with jungkook tonight, okay?"

she patted my arm,

bowed to the man at the desk,

and left.

mentally,

i was an embarrassed,

emotional mess.

but on the outside,

i looked unfazed.

"jimin, i-"

"can we just continue?" i interrupted the principal,

who was obviously as shocked as everyone else.

i guess no one expects that 'the perfect park family of busan' had problems too.

but hell,

we were a mess of issues.

mrs min gave me an understanding look.

"jimin, i'm sure he didn't mean it." mr min tried to reassure me too.

"words don't hurt as much as fists."

yoongi was looking at me with a saddened expression,

i could see it from the corner of my eyes.

"some parents aren't very supportive of homosexuality in their children, but i'm sure he will come around." the dumb ass girl talked for the first time.

"i'm sure." i stood up.

"anyways, if we're done now i'm going to go find jungkook."

"i'll excuse him from class." the principal picked up the phone on his desk.

with that,

i opened the door and exited.

i was lucky that classes were going on right now,

because as soon as i got out of that room,

tears finally started falling.