Jimin locked himself in his darkened room, the light on his tv was all he had. He carelessly lied on his couch as he formed into a ball, a blanket wrapped around his body. His knees are bent until it reached his chest... still aching as he did. His hands clenched on the ends of his thick blanket that was hugging him. He looked miserable.

But in fact, he really is... He was always miserable.

Jimin recalled everything. From how he was happy to come to school before with his younger self, all giggly and too naive with his neatly styled hair, a little makeup on his face to highlight his features even more, and his outfit too extravagant for just a simple 'school outfit'. He didn't care about how others would view him as that student who's 'always overdone'. Jimin ignored everything, he wasn't bullied before though, in fact, he was just a normal student who had a normal crush on this guy.

This guy who had all the rights to be called handsome... was how Jimin always described him.

He would always sneak out of his class just to have a glimpse of this crush of his from the other side of his room. The guy was too cool, he was good at sports, he always smiles, he's a smooth talker, he was tall and too handsome. But the only downside was that he was everyone's dream guy. Too bad that he was Jimin's too that time.

Jimin did everything just to be noticed by him. He made sure to always have a good grade to not be an embarrassment especially when the rankings would be displayed on the bulletin board. He joined the drama club just because his crush was there too even though all he ever did was help with the props and costumes. Jimin didn't care, as long as he would see him everything's fine.

In fact, one time he was noticed by this crush of him. He was holding a box that seemed to be heavy so the guy helped him, lifting the box for him instead. Jimin's heart beats so fast like it was about to fall off when he realized who just helped him. He can't even look at him in the eye. He believed he had no right to.

"Let me help you, that looked heavy." He remembered him saying with those blinding smile. Jimin ended up uttering a "Thank You." in a stutter in return.

"I'm Junghyun by the way... it's nice to meet you." Then the moment Jimin had been waiting for finally came, where the man of his dreams was finally asking for his hand... well, not really. Just asking for a handshake but oh, Jimin could daydream.

Those little small talks and little glances made Jimin happy even though those might only be accidental or happened coincidentally. That was too enough for Jimin, he was happy by just that. And then that memorable day came, the day when Jimin's hopes had gotten to its limit point. His heart turned very hopeful...

"The weather looked nice don't you think?" Junghyun uttered out of nowhere when Jimin was just there by the window of their drama club room doing nothing in particular but to stare at the sky. Jimin even thought that those words weren't sent to him but Junghyun said something more when their eyes met.

"You're that smart one on the top of our grade's list, right? Park Jimin?" Jimin's heart fluttered. All he could think of as of the moment were the words 'Shit, he knows my name!'

It wasn't just that. More days came by and they started having normal but still little conversations.

"Are you busy, Jimin? Can you help me with this?"

"Jimin, I can't understand this part can you do me a favor?"

"This assignment is hard and I barely have time to do this, can you help me out Jimin?"

And all Jimin ever replied to those were "Of course!" with that idiotic but genuinely happy smile on his face, very glad that he was of help to this crush of him. He thought that they were starting to get closer, that Junghyun might like him too since he was all over him, scratch that... all over his willingness to help him out every time he would ask Jimin a favor.

But of course, Jimin was too blinded by his want to have all of Junghyun's attention.

He thought Junghyun liked him too.

He thought.

So he hoped. And hoped. And hoped.

Until that day came... when Jimin finally found the courage to confess.

"Ever since f-freshman year, I... I've been in love with you."

Through all of his good deeds, every favor he accepted, and every extra work he took...

Everything seemed to be unworthy.

It was indeed not worth it.

He only wasted his time and efforts, wasted his sleepless nights just to finish a project or assignment that wasn't even his. He didn't even receive a single thank you from all of it and instead...

"Well, I...

"...hate ugly people."

Jimin was punched in the face by a painful and traumatizing rejection.

After that day he completely changed. He was regretting buying those beauty products and spending a lot of time in his skin care, doing those diet and not eating for days just to maintain his figure. He just stopped looking at the mirror...

Afraid to see his ugly face.

He began shutting himself out of everyone's reach.

"They can't see an ugly person's face." It was everything Jimin lived up to. "I am ugly." And he accepted those words like it wasn't a big deal. Like it didn't hurt him like a bitch.

His parents were worried about him but they chose to respect Jimin's decision of wanting to be alone so they had moved out from their own mansion and started living in their Villa. They still keep in touch with Jimin, of course, and would visit him from time to time but Jimin wouldn't really get out of his room even when they visited him. Sometimes they would see him and most of the times they won't. But at least, Jimin lets them still call him every day to assure them that he was still alive and they were happy and contented, to say the least.

Not knowing how "staying alive" and "actually living" are two different things.

And this one day came when Jimin found this pink bunny stuff toy somewhere in their neighborhood. He got supplies from the convenience store and he saw it on his way home. It was thrown in the trashcan. It wasn't really that pink that time since it was dirtied, one eye was missing and you could see that it was old... and ugly. Jimin remembered himself by just merely staring at the doll.

It looked like it was abandoned and thrown out. So Jimin decided to get it and ever since then, he began finding comfort in the darkness where no one would be able to see him. He began not caring about his appearance and his self overall. He grew tired of trying to be someone so he just gave up.

The world is too beautiful for someone as ugly as him.

He began believing that he was more suited to the shadows, to those horror movie types rather than to that romantic stuff he loved watching before. He threw all of those things that remind him of his past self, all of those beauty products, those cute and flashy clothes, his makeups, and even every mirror he would see were all thrown out somewhere. He hasn't seen his appearance ever since that day. Not like he cared anymore anyways.

And the moment Jimin remembered those memories he began to pity himself once again. Tears cascaded down the corner of his eyes as he lies there on that couch, the blanket still covering his body from the cold and shivering loneliness. He was sad... he can't believe he would ever admit this but he realized once again how pitiful he is. How undeserving and how unworthy he is.

"I'm sorry for being ugly..." Jimin can't do anything but to cry, his sobs were echoing in his room. He lets it out for the first time, his hold on his blanket tightened.

And the only thing that could give him comfort at this time was no other than his pink bunny.

'D-Don't cry, J-Jimin... Don't cry...' was what he told himself.

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Jimin walked in his locker to get some books he would be needing for the day. He doesn't really have the energy but he can't just skip school since it would only be worse. He would only keep on thinking and reminding himself how unfortunate his life is if he did stay home.

So the moment he gathered his things and shut his locker, a figure moved on his side. Jimin looked beside him when he felt someone's presence only to lower down his head in that instant to cover his face with his cloak even more.

The guy chuckled, crossing his arms and looking down on Jimin seeing nothing but the black fabric covering Jimin's head but too bad... he had already seen Jimin's face yesterday. And he realized something when he saw the said boy. He knew it now why he looked so familiar.

On the other hand, Jimin keeps on telling himself that it was nothing, that this person beside him right now just confused him for someone or maybe he only wanted to ask some direction. He doesn't even know how come this guy was here in their school.

Relax, Jimin. This is nothing, he would walk away... T-There's no way that he would remember you and--

"It was you, right?" Jimin's heart made a thump. His hands clenched immediately and his soul almost left his whole body betraying him as well. His eyes widened but he keeps his stares on the floor, he didn't dare to meet his eyes. He wouldn't dare.

"You're that person who confessed to me years ago..." The guy chuckled, knowing that he was right by how Jimin turned silent.

He can't be wrong, there is no way he can't be right about this. He remembered Jimin's face, he wouldn't forget. He actually had fun using Jimin before and he believed that Jimin was remarkable. He can't still believe that someone could go that far as being stupid and letting him take advantage of him very willingly. He wouldn't deny it, he admits using Jimin's pure feelings for him before.

Jimin couldn't say a thing. He doesn't know what to reply to that. He doesn't want to say anything at all.

The guy... who is Jungkook's older brother and whose name is Junghyun walked forward and leaned in Jimin's ear with his mocking smile and stares.

"You're ugly before but..." Jimin doesn't want to hear it.

But he had no other choice.

He was frozen in his spot, he can't run.

He doesn't have the energy to do that. He doesn't even know where he gets the slightest energy he had by just barely standing in front of this guy. Because for Jimin, this guy was the Boogeyman.

Jimin hated Boogeyman of all the ghost, serial killers and psychos he had watched.

Boogeyman was the worst. He was Jimin's endless nightmare.

"... you got worse."

Jimin bit his lower lip to the point where it almost bleeds. And even though he wanted to remove this certain feeling in his heart he knew he still can't.

It still hurt.

It still hunts him.

It still takes away all the sanity he had.

And maybe it got worse too.

Before... he just maybe wanted to hide from the world so he locked himself in his room. He just wanted to be invisible.

But now it got worse because right now all Jimin could think of was...

He wanted to disappear.

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