"Pleasure through the pain is all you give me"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jimin throws himself back the chair with his laptop bearing the drafts of the poem he's supposed to submit for his assignment due the next week.Jimin loved writing poems, but it was hard. Hard to express, hard to put his feelings into words- as if Jimin does not struggling with expressing himself.It was just the second week through the semester and they had already given them assignments from the subject they major in. Which is why Jimin was annoyed at this particular assignment- any art form should not be forced into deadlines and assignments, he felt.The best ideas do not come from overthinking.Jimin groaned as he looked around for his bag, maybe some of his other drafts would help him stitch ideas together.He fumbled through his bag, which was unorganized and messy- which makes his little search mission lengthy and annoying.He searched for his brown diary- the one in which Jimin likes to jot his ideas down when he found an unfamiliar fragment of paper right beside his book. He frowned as he picked the paper up, mentally not ready to for the shiver that fragment of paper would send down his spine.It was Jungkook's drawing, an idea that Jungkook was jotting down for his assignment.He must have taken it with him by mistake.Jimin's eyes lingered on Jungkook's draft as his delicate hands cradled through the dry paint of the paper, which stirred Jimin's curiosity and attention.The art was a monochromatic palette- splash white black and grey color throughout the piece conveyed him a sense of numbness and pain. Jimin senses the sufferings and nightmares- or something similar beneath the smudges of this refined art.Jimin uses those colors to describe the horror, the harsh reality or epiphanies through his writing and poetry, which really makes him wonder the meaning behind this beautiful, yet deep piece of art.He could just ask Jungkook- you might wonder, but their paths were crossed in silence; not even a simple greeting, not forced smile crossed between them; there was no room for forced conversations.When I say nothing, I mean literal nothing in the past week since Jungkook's entry to the college."You're an idiot, Park Jimin" he muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing to a deep frown. "He must be anguished over his missing art!"Jimin's sweat dripped despite the air conditioned room he is in as his hands trembled around the pleasing piece of art- how could he face Jungkook and explain himself?He was terrified to even fore-body what Jungkook's reaction to his predicament would be, yet he should give back his art somehow. Keeping it to himself was not even considered as a mere option.Jimin sighed, pondering the ways he would commune with Jungkook effectively, choosing his words carefully so as to not anger Jungkook with his silliness. "Of course Jungkook's going to be raged" Jimin thought to himself, his anxiety spiraling over him. "The entire fucking world is against me."...Jimin's legs pulled him through the campus, he felt as though he's a zombie who's barely feeling himself anymore- the fear of encountering Jungkook that day is spiraling around him, making him suffocated.He had practiced his words, his apologies, even the way he hands back Jungkook art back- yet he was practically shaking. His legs were shivering, his hands trembling, sweat dripped down his forehead and the hoodie he wore was not helping him at all.He entered the lecture hall as his eyes immediately fell on Jungkook, who was fuming, glaring at everyone as he frantically looked around for Jimin and his hands were gripped into tight fists.Jungkook was angered.Jungkook wanted to develop the idea structurally into a mature art piece. He pondered ways to means to do so, given the infinite possibilities he could take the art to; and had visualized an effective color palette and outline before getting on a search mission for his draft.Of course, he didn't find it, which made him anxious and exhausted. His mind wandered off to various possibilities of people stealing his art, of the history repeating again, of being expelled again whilst he dug deeper into his bag with restless hands when he had come to a conclusion that he ain't finding his draft anymore.The only person that comes to mind when he further investigated the people he came across is Jimin.No one else dared to come near five feet radius of where Jungkook is in- the fact that Jimin stayed just started pleasing Jungkook, for the latter did not flee- though they never talked, never had any sweet affirmations, Jungkook was just starting to be glad that he didn't flee.Not anymore.He didn't know Jimin would be just like everyone else- a stealing bastard.Was Jimin even in the same major as Jungkook is in- Jungkook doubted his own accusation for a brief moment, and he was not sure.Plus, Jimin could have stole his art for someone else- some creatively abled friend, probably.Which is why he was sitting by his usual seat beside Jimin as his hands were knuckled to tight fists, his furious doe eyes lingering on the hooded male whose crescent eyes were lingered on him already, which made Jungkook clench his jaw tightly.Jimin approached him with wobbly legs, his hand gripping the tiny bit of parchment- internally muttering to himself, "please don't be mad at me, I am sorry. Please. Please-""Park Jimin."Jimin froze at the stern voice of Jungkook addressing his name for the first time- the tone of Jungkook's voice taking him back to the days he wanted to forget, to put back and move on with his life.Jungkook stood up, approaching Jimin with small steps as his eyes glared into Jimin's soul- the fear, the tears lingering in Jimin's eyes made him rethink his accusations for a brief moment- for a very brief moment, which unfortunately was not enough to put out his anger."Did you fucking steal my art, Park Jimin?"Jimin looked around, his eyes trembling as the whole class' attention was on them- he felt as though the entire class was ganging up on him, making his heart race in an abnormal pace."N-No... I -""Are you seriously trying to lie when you are holding my fucking art in your hands!?"Jimin had lost it, his heart racing, his breathing labored as he started to feel fuzzy- the voice of the entire class muttering to themselves started to feel more and more distant with each second that passed.Jungkook let the anger take the best of him- how could Jimin lie to his face when he is holding his draft right in his fucking hands? He felt his adrenaline rush in him as he tightly clenched his fists, holding onto the last bit of humanity to not beat the guy up in front of him."Answer me, Park Jimin!" Jimin could hear Jungkook yell out at him.Jimin's teary crescent eyes pleaded Jungkook, pleaded Jungkook to see through the fact that he is not okay, that he needs help, that he feels as though he would die.Jungkook felt the reality crash in when his eyes stumbled upon Jimin's- those teary eyes pinged something on Jungkook's heart. He could now clearly see the fact that Jimin was breathing hard, his eyes fluttering close as though he's barely holding onto consciousness.Jimin wanted to hold the manuscript back to Jungkook, yet his hands were feeling weak, too weak to move- Jungkook could see his draft shiver in Jimin's hands. Jimin felt a sharp pain in his chest, as he dropped the parchment he held with his dear life- his hands now turning to grip his chest as he felt his knees give up."Jimin?"Jimin could sense that Jungkook's voice did not seem as angry as before- though his voice were muffled through Jimin's ringing ears, he could see the concern growing through the doe eyes of the latter.Jimin took his everything to mutter "he-lp" as he fell down, banging his head to the floor; his vision gave up as his eyes rolled up numbing all the emotions and pain he went through....Jimin's eyes fluttered open, back to a painful shut as he felt a terrible headache sweep through him as he could faintly hear the muffled commotion going on about the room he is in."I am very disappointed in you, Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin could hear an unfamiliar voice of a woman shout. "Didn't I demand you keep your fucking anger in control!?"Jimin was expecting Jungkook to defend himself over the fact that his anger could not be controlled, yet was greeted with silence from the latter.He fluttered open his eyes, ignoring the blinding pain of the sudden light as he looked for Jungkook straight away.Jungkook stood still, staring at the ground as he bit his lips tightly- yet had an unreadable numbness fixed upon his expressions."Madam, calm down" his class teacher warned the shouting woman as his own mother was standing beside the teacher and the doctor with a worried face that hurt Jimin to even look at her."Your son is bipolar. He cannot control his anger, his emotions. You need to give him time.""That shouting woman is Jungkook's mother?" Jimin wondered, not being able to believe the fact that his own mother berates Jungkook more than anyone else."You don't understand, madam!" his mother shouted. "This is the second fucking time this happens. Do not worry anymore, for I shall get TC right away! This bastard deserves to be in mental asylum!"Soon a commotion began, the teacher trying to explain Jungkook's side to the woman while his mother continued to throw sharp words about Jungkook that sting Jimin's heart to hear.Jimin had had enough, he tried to voice out through his weak voice, "it was n-ot Jungkook's fa-ult.."Of course his frail, weak voice could only catch the attention of Jungkook, who shot his head at Jimin a bit too faster than he intended to- no one has ever tried to defend him before, not even his own parents.The commotion continued, making Jimin shout, "It was not Jungkook's fault!"Jimin let his gaze fall on his hands, one of which was tied up to an IV line, as he fumbled with each other as everyone's eyes fell on Jimin."I-I have an-anxeity disorder... Jungkook did not know what my.. triggers are... It was not entirely Jungkook's fault.. I probably made him anxious, but, believe me, I took his art home by mistake... I did not steal it.."It took everything for Jimin to admit his disorder; the faulty, broken side of his, but he was willing to take the embarrassment for the sake of Jungkook and his future- after all this aspiring artist came here with dreams.Jungkook's mother eyed the boy defending Jungkook from top to bottom, shifting her gaze back to Jungkook, before letting out a loud sigh, muttering "you people are wasting my fucking time. Was it Jungkook's fault..? Or not? Do not worry, for he will face the consequences.""No" Jimin said sternly, he himself being surprised by the sudden braveness that he had acquired. "It was not Jungkook's fault."Jimin was nearly glaring at Jungkook's mother, who had obviously failed as a mother, before he muttered a few words to himself, the words which went unheard by none but Jungkook; the only words which means something to Jungkook."I believe it never was his fault."