Jungkook?...

I was focused on my notebook, bored, but remembering my girlfriend Hanna made me happy. She was beautiful, the only girl I had in my heart. On the other hand, there was Jimin, always bothering and irritating me with his stupid gifts and letters. I've rejected him more than a thousand times, I've thrown away and torn up his letters, as well as his gifts right in front of him, but he doesn't understand shit.

Today Jimin was confessing his feelings to me again, but this time I exploded with rage. I couldn't take it anymore; the mere fact that he wouldn't leave me alone was unbearable. "Stop it, Jimin! I don't like you, I never will. You're a fucking faggot, I hope you die, you idiot."

I yelled at him furiously, but I think I'd gone too far today, because I'd punched Jimin in the face, but I didn't care, he was too annoying for me. I kept telling myself I was doing the right thing, pushing him away, because for me he was a burden, a nuisance that made me feel... irritable, but inside... I felt something strange.