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During the entire time I am inside school, I can only stare out the window and think about Jimin. It's been a full three weeks since I've seen him and nothing has changed from the last time we spoke, not that I expected anything. And it will probably be like that today too.

When the bell rings, I take my time organizing my things and heading out the door. As I am walking down the halls, I place my earbuds in and choose a melancholy type of playlist. I tried doing my best to keep myself positive, spending time with school friends, going out, just trying to live life the way I had done before I met Jimin. However, it's not easy. It was like a cliche type of thing. When someone important leaves your life, they take part of you with them.

The past few days the weather has been so gloomy, so as I step outside, chilly winds attack me quickly making my jacket fly back. The sky is covered with gray clouds, meaning it should be raining sometime soon. My eyes suddenly go to the bus stop, and my heart begins to race.

Jimin is there, alone. I am hesitant as I walk, not sure if I should say anything to him. I check the parking lot, where Jungkook usually waits, but there is no sign of his car anywhere. Still, I am afraid to approach Jimin.

I don't bother trying to catch Jimin's attention, feeling like he is going to ignore me anyway. Leaning against the post, I choose to ignore him. If he can and wants to talk to me, he can approach first, I don't want to make the first move and find out I am wrong.

A few minutes pass before I feel a slight tugging at my school jacket, making me turn my head and see Jimin's small fist, gripping the end of my clothing with his head down. "What?" I ask, maintaining my voice at an appropriate tone.

Jimin lets me go and I able to turn around and look at him. It's a few seconds later, and he raises his head to look at me, and I quickly notice the tear streaks on his cheeks. My face softens at sight. "Jimin, what's wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry," he manages to say in a shaky voice.

"You're sorry for what?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

"I shouldn't have been letting him control my entire life," he says in a whisper, barely audible.

Calming down, I sit him down on the bench then sit next to him. "Do you want to explain to me what happened?"

He then began to explain how Jungkook controlled every thing he did. It all began when Jungkook decided to quit going to the dance studio that he and Jimin would go to. And he later wanted Jimin to follow him too, but since Jimin loves dancing, he declined, leaving Jungkook mad. More fights and disagreements happened between the two, and Jimin thought nothing of it but as a phase. JImin hoped Jungkook would stop until things became abusive.

"Have you tried leaving him before?" I ask when he is done.

Jimin nods. "I have, but I would always go back to him. I guess he was using that to his advantage."

"I never want you going back to him again," I say without thinking.

"Huh?" he says. looking slightly startled.

"Sorry if it sounds so direct, but since the first time I met him, I don't like how he yelled at you. And I don't know . . . It made me mad," I lower my tone of voice at the end.

I notice a small smile on his face. "Thanks for caring. I can promise I won't go back to him."

I take a deep breath, letting it go, and calm down. "Good," I sincerely say.

"As I said before," he begins, "I'm glad you're here, Tae."

I slightly chuckle. "Yeah, me too."

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Alright, that's the end of this story-

Just kidding, but I am planning to finish it with 21 or 22 chapters. I don't usually write too many parts for my stories.