He's My Only One

{Kimma’s pov}

"Kimma, hey. Are you alright?" I heard as I pried my eyelids open.

Where am I? What the hell happened?

I took a look around to see that I'm in the nurse’s office.

Great, this is just what I needed.

I rolled my eyes and sat up in the bed. My head throbbed as I winced in pain.

"Hey take it easy. The nurse said you lost a lot of blood or something and that's why you passed out. She said to take it slow,” he said as he gently pushed my shoulders back to lay me down.

"So why are you still here,” I said as I sat back slightly, not lying down.

"Because.... Uh... You got blood on my clothes. You need to pay for the cleaning,” he said in annoyance. I scoffed and pointed at my backpack that's sitting next to my bag. He took my backpack and hands it to me. I opened it and took my wallet out of my backpack, handing him 20$.

"Is that enough to pay for it", I asked as I placed the wallet back in my bag.

He nodded with a little scowl and puts the money in his pants pocket.

We sat in silence for a couple minutes until I asked, "what time is it?"

He checks his phone and said, "2:20".

2:20?! School gets out in only 40 minutes!

I can't believe I slept for about 6 hours!! I even skipped lunch!

"I'm better now, let's go to music class,” I said as I got out of bed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jungkook said as I picked up my backpack. I nodded and left the office with Jungkook following behind me.

"So... How did you really get that gash on your forehead?" Jungkook said as we walked towards the classroom.

"I already told you, I fell when I was running home. Can we not talk about the same subject now please?"

He nods and I sighed in appreciation. We made it to the classroom and I picked up my guitar from the corner of the classroom. I unzipped my guitar case and open it to see...

My guitar, in pieces. I screamed involuntarily and instantly slammed the case shut.

"Kimma?! What happened?" I heard as Taehyung ran to my side. I couldn’t control my breathing anymore. I started to shake as I zipped my guitar case back.

"What's wrong Kimma? What happened? Tell me", Taehyung said as he rested his hand on my shoulder.

"N-Nothing.. It's nothing I was just... Practicing my v-vocals", I said in a shaky voice.
I picked up my guitar case and tossed it on the floor.

Who would do this?!! The guitar that my mom and dad saved up for years to get, is now smashed in pieces..

I heard snickers from across the room and looked up to see a girl, sitting in her seat holding a violin in her hand, holding in her laughter.

Her... She did it!

I can feel my blood boil as she continued to stare at me and laugh. I abruptly got out of my seat and walked towards her. I can feel all eyes on me as I stood in front of her.
"What do you want?" She said in an annoyed tone.

"I know you dislike me because I'm paired with Jungkook, but you didn't have to break my guitar,” I said with venom, glaring at her.

"Why are you blaming me for something I didn't do?” she said in a fake shocked tone.
I scoffed and say, "I know it was you because you're the only one here snickering like a weird hyena. So obviously it has something to do with you and what you did,”

I took her violin from her hand as she yelled, "Hey what are you doing?! My grandmother bought me th-"

"Oh, your grandma bought you that? Well, my mother bought me my guitar before she passed away you piece of shit,” I said as I held in my anger.

"Please... Please don't break my violin, it's the only thing I have left of her. I'll do anything", she says her eyes started to tear up.

I take the violin I'm holding and swing, aiming at the corner of her desk. I stopped as it's about to hit the corner and looked at her to see her sobbing like a baby.

No matter how much I want to smash her violin, I won't. I'm not going to go down to her level. I gently place her violin on the desk and she looks at me as tears slip from her now swollen eyes.

"W-What?" She stuttered as the classroom was now filled with silence.

"I'm not going to smash your violin. I'm not the type to get revenge on those who are being pathetic,” I said as I walked away. I heard someone clap and I look to my left as I walk to my seat to see Suga clapping. Then J-Hope starts to clap, then Taehyung and etc. By then, the entire class is clapping for who knows what.

The teacher walks back into the classroom and looks around questioningly as she sits at her desk.

"Alright class, please continue working on your projects,” she said as everyone starts to get busy again.

I continued to stare at my guitar case, now holding my broken memories inside along with it.

30 minutes passed and the bell rang, finally signaling the end of school. I got up and picked up both my backpack and my guitar case.

I walked out of the classroom and walked down the hallway as I heard the broken pieces of my guitar inside the case moving around.

I found the staircase that leads to the rooftop and walked up. I closed the door behind me once I've reached the top and threw my guitar case on the floor.

Who needs it anyways? The people who bought this for me are either no longer here or have completely changed.

My mom passed, and my father no longer sees me as a faithful daughter.

I need something, anything to deal with this pain inside my heart. I cry out to the sky, hoping that an angel can be sent from the heavens to help me.

"Please... Help me,” I said as tears continued to fall. About 10 minutes pass and I made my way back towards the door that leads to the staircase. I take one look back at the guitar case with the broken pieces inside and sighed in sadness.

"It's broken, just like me", I said as I opened the door. I bumped into someone and stumble backward.

I looked up and see Minje, staring at me with her eyes watering.

"What's wrong?" I said as I walk towards her. Before I can comprehend what's happening, she hugs me tightly and sobbed into my shoulder.

"I didn't know you would go up here to cry Kimma . Why didn't you tell me?.. I'm your friend aren't I?.. You can always talk to me about anything,” she said as she lets go of me and gripped onto my shoulders.

"I may not understand what you're going through, but I'm always here to lend an ear to you. I want to become really close friends with you, too. You seem like a really cool person and I really want to be there for you. I can be your angel if you want,” she said in a choking voice as she smiles. I nodded and she hugged me tightly again. She grabbed me by my arm and led me to the edge of the rooftop as she sat down. She pats the spot next to her and I sat down willingly.

"So, let's talk,” she begins with a serious tone.

"What's going on? Why do you show up at school with new cuts or bruises almost every day? You can let it all out with me", she said as she puts an arm around my shoulder and starts to rub up and down.

I started to tell her everything. When I say everything, I mean literally EVERYTHING.

I told her about how I was molested by my boyfriend a year ago, how my mom got a heart disease, how she passed away, how my father turned into a drunk ass and how he abuses me, how I dig my nails into my arm when I want to feel pain to escape from my stress, how I've tried to shut my emotions from my past memories. I told her everything that happened.

As I was telling her all this, I can tell she was trying to hold in her tears, but as I was telling her everything, I remain the same as before. I didn’t cry, nor did I shed a single tear. In fact, my voice stays monotone throughout the entire conversation.

I don't exactly know why I'm telling her this. I barely know her, but I think this is what I need right now. I need to just let it out and talk to someone.

I finished telling her everything and she finally looks at me with sympathy.

"Don't look at me like that,” I said while ruffling her hair. She smiled a sad smile and hugged me tightly.

"I didn't know that you were going through all that. I'm sorry for-"

I cutted her off and said, "you have nothing to apologize for. It’s fine,"

She nodded and rubs my back as she lets go of the hug.

We talked for about 30 more minutes. I asked her not to tell anyone what I've told her, especially about the abuse. She nods but is still hesitating on whether she should say something about the abuse.

I made her promise to keep the secret from anyone. She nods and we stood up from the edge. We walked back towards the door as she said, "so you're going to leave the guitar that your parents got you up here?"

I nodded and opened the door, jogging down the staircase. I heard her sigh as she followed behind.

"Thanks for the talk. I'll see you tomorrow then,” I said while smiling slightly. She nods and hugs me once more before waving goodbye and walking away in a different direction.

I gripped my backpack tightly and walked in the direction of my house.

I should hurry up before it gets late, or else my dad will get angry again.

I finally made it home and opened the door to see my father making out with a woman on the living room couch. I took off my shoes and backpack and walked past them, making my way towards the kitchen.

I took a bottle of water from the fridge and twist the cap open to drink some water.

I heard the front door open and close as I see my dad walk into the kitchen.

"Why are you so late from coming back home?" He said with a once again slurred voice.

"I was doing some studying at school,” I said as I placed the bottle of water on the table.

"Kimma I know when you're lying to me!!! Tell me where the hell you were!" He yelled.

"I told you I was at school!" I said, talking right back.

"LIAR!" He slapped me across the face, making me land on the floor. He pulled my hair and dragged me to the front door, kicking my side.

"Get out of my house until I feel like you can come back, stupid slut,” he said as he kicks me and my backpack outside. I rolled down the steps as my backpack flew towards me. It hits my back and I coughed out in pain. I heard the front door slam and I couldn’t help but let a tear slip from my eyes.

Great, he's kicked me out now. I crawled towards my backpack and took my cell phone and my wallet out. I stood up and finally decided to walk away from my house.
I know I look like crap, but does it really matter right now?

I continued walking, hoping that I'll find a park of some kind or something else to help me relax, even if it's only for a little bit. I walked on the sidewalk and looked through the windows of a coffee shop.

Maybe I'll just get a coffee to calm my nerves. I looked in the reflection of the window to make sure I didn’t look like shit.

I brush my hair with my fingers. I don't look that bad, I just look like I finished crying.

I was about to walk in when I saw a familiar face in the coffee shop with an arm around a girl’s shoulder.

And that familiar face... Is Jungkook.

Notes

Eh... not much to say lol, other than the fact that jungkook is DATING WITH ANOTHER GIRL?!?!??!!?!??!!? lol

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