He's My Only One

{Kimma's POV}

"I don't want to. Just leave me alone. I don't have the strength to deal with your cruel remarks right now. Leave me to be," I said as I turned back towards the ledge.

I wasn't planning on jumping off in the first place. I was just curious on how it would feel to pass away and die from it.

Okay fine maybe I'm really curious to know what death feels like, but then again I have a whole life ahead of me to look at. Just because I'm going through a tough time now, doesn't mean that the rest of my life will be like this.

Right?

When I'm older I can always move away and live freely if I wanted to.

That's right, think of the positives! I can't lose hope yet!

My father can torture me, beat me, and make me feel like crap, but I still won't give up hope!!

In fact, hope is the thing that has kept me going for so long..

"Wang, please back away from the ledge. You're kinda scaring me,” Jungkook said as he takes another step towards me.

I'm so tempted to mess with him right now, but is it okay to mess with him about this kind of thing?

Probably not.... But I'm going to do it anyways.

I'll just tease him a little bit, it's not going to hurt him, right?

Jungkook takes another step forward as I take another step towards the edge. The front of my shoe is already touching the edge of the roof.

"Wang I'm serious!! Back away from the ledge and let's talk,” he says with a worried tone, his voice cracking for a second.

Oh, so now he wants to talk? Now that I'm nearing the edge of the roof, NOW he wants to talk to me?

Wow, that’s so nice of him.

"Oh so now you want to talk?" I questioned with attitude as I turn towards him.

"Why did you ignore me for an entire week? Why is it every time I tried to talk to you, you just grimaced and walked away? We had to do a history project together and I failed because you didn't want to talk to me. All those times I tried to talk to you...." I started to trail off as I feel anger start to boil inside of me.

"Why were you so nice to me before? Why.... Can't you be like that to me anymore?" I asked as the wind started to pick up speed.

I continued to look at Jungkook as silence answers my questions. Until he says, "So you're really going to jump off the ledge because I wasn't talking to you? Are you really that pathetic?! Wow what a-"

"EXCUSE YOU", I say with venom in my voice.

"I wasn't even planning on jumping off the edge you dick head!!!! And if I was, it wouldn't be because of someone like you!! I would've jumped off because..." I say but start to trail off as I look down at my covered arms.

"Wang?" Jungkook says softly. I walked away from the ledge and walked towards the door leading to the staircase that leads to the school hallway.

I finally made my way to the doorway when I felt a hand grab onto my arm once again. I winced involuntarily and look back towards Jungkook.

"What?" I said a bit too harshly. He gripped my arm tighter and I bit my bleeding lip, trying to hold back from a yelp.

"Jungkook, let go of my arm so I can get back to history class", I say sternly.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to."

"But you're holding MY arm and since MY arm is connected to MY BODY then that means this arm is MY property", I said with some type of enthusiasm.

He sighs and let go of my arm saying, "Okay fine, let's go then."

I turned around and stopped in front of the stairs.

How am I supposed to go down the stairs without holding my stomach in pain?

"Oh wait, Wang", Jungkook said as he turns me around. He took his left hand and pressed his sleeve against my bottom lip as he rests his other hand on my right cheek.

"You shouldn't be walking around with your lip bleeding like that,” he says in a kind gentle voice.

I can feel my heart rate starting to race as I took a step back to avoid contact.

Of course, I take a step back and my foot misses the first step of the stairs.

"Jungkook!!!" I screamed as I felt myself about to fall.

I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the impact that I was sure was supposed to come... But it didn't.

I feel his arm wrap around my waist and yank me forward towards him. I open my eyes to see Jungkook’s face super close to mine with our lips only a couple inches apart.

Shit... shit.. shit. shit. SHIT

I try to push him away but he holds me tighter.

I don't think my heart can keep up with this if he keeps this up.

"Pabo, if you push away from me now you'll fall down the stairs", he says in a husky voice as his breath tickled my nose.

He held me tighter to move me away from the stairs but, in all honesty, I'm trying so hard not to gasp in pain. His hand’s resting right on my bruise and him holding me tighter is making my bruise feel like as if someone's stabbing me in the stomach.

Once he's moved me to the side, he finally let's go and I finally had the power to slide to the floor to sit down. I tried to make it not obvious when I hold my stomach in pain but, damn it hurts like freaking hell.

I clenched my teeth as I sat there, waiting for the pain to subside from my stomach.
Now I have two problems to deal with.

1. How am I supposed to go down the stairs without having him notice that I have a huge bruise on the side of my stomach?

2. HOW DO I SLOW DOWN MY HEART RATE BECAUSE HIM HOLDING ME LIKE THAT IS TOO MUCH I MEAN ONLY ONE GUY HAS EVER DONE THAT TO ME AND I DON’T THINK I CAN TAKE THIS ANY LONGER.

But anyway back to the more important problem at hand, how do I deal with this?
That's it!!! I've got it!!

"Jungkook..." I mumbled, trying to sound like I'm in pain, which I already am. I looked up to see a worried expression on his face as he gets on his knees in front of me.

"Wang, what's wrong? Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He asks in a worried tone. I shook my head and said in reply, "I have a tummy ache...."

He slightly chuckles and sighs in relief. "Awww that's cute. Okay, I'll help take you to the nurse’s office."

I couldn’t help but smile after hearing him chuckle, even if it was a tiny chuckle and I could barely hear it, it was still the best noise I have ever heard.

It's like music to my ears~

He helps me up and I hunched over, holding my stomach in pain because well, first of all, I have to fake a stomach ache and second of all, I have to hold my stomach or else I'll be in actual pain.

With each step I take, I clenched my teeth in pain and grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve with a tighter grip.

Once we made it down the stairs I collapse onto the floor and sat against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Wang are you alright?!" Jungkook asked as he kneed down towards me.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine. My stomach ache just hurts really bad and I just needed to sit for a little bit. I'm fine now, though.... Help me up?" I said as my breathing slowly recovers.

He nods and helps me up again. We made it to the front of the nurse's office and I looked towards Jungkook.

"Thanks for taking me here. I can handle it from here,” I said with a true and small smile. His eyes widen slightly and he nods slowly.

"Y-You have a.... A really nice smile... Y-You should smile like that more often..." Jungkook says as he scratches the back of his neck while looking down the hall.

"U-uh... Thank you", I say as I feel heat rush to my cheeks. He nods again and starts to walk down the hallway towards the classroom while shoving his hands in his front pockets. Once I've seen him turn the corner, I sighed in relief and walk away from the nurse’s office.

I walked into the girl’s bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I try smiling again but.... I couldn't? It seems like I can only truly smile when I'm confronted with something that makes me actually happy.

I fake smiled into the mirror. Taehyung is right, I do look like I'm cringing when I try to fake smile. I continued to look at myself in the mirror and chuckled at the thought of Taehyung.

He sure is weird, but I'm glad that I know someone like him, someone to make me laugh when I really needed it.

I sighed and look at my bottom lip in the reflection. On instinct, I touch my bottom lip as I remember Jungkook placing his sleeve on it.

I blushed at the thought and shook my head vigorously.

"That was so embarrassing", I mumbled as I stared at myself in the reflection.

"It sure was embarrassing for you, but for me it was hilarious," the voice said as someone enters the bathroom.

Oh no.... Please no...

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