“Move it fag!”
A rough shove to Jimin's back made him trip and fall onto the floor, a small hiss passed through his lips and red spread across his cheeks as students in the hallway snickered and giggled. Struggling to get up, he was surprised when a hand gripped his arm– in front of him was his best friend Hector, the boy gave him a small smile.
“Here, let me–”
Adrian scoffed from above before grinning maliciously. “Awe look, the fag has a boyfriend now!” Jimin bit his lip and sniffled quietly, eyes watering– pushing the boy away he grabbed his things and ran towards the school entrance, the echo of students laughing in the hallway made him nauseous.
Making his way to the back of the school he found a secluded area and sat there, the salty tears drifting down his face blurred his vision and his breathing came out choppy and fast. He hated going to school, it was the worst thing he had ever experienced- yet he stayed because it would be the first time that someone in his family went to college and didn't drop out.
Wiping his tears with the back of his hand, he laid his head on the brick wall behind him and shut his eyes. School ended in fifteen minutes, the teacher wouldn't notice his absence and probably wouldn't care. Jimin was invisible like that.
Getting up he dusted off his pants and grabbed his bag. The walk to his car was short but he took his time getting there anyway. Unlocking his car– he threw his bag into the passengers seat and climbed in, it was quite cold so he immediately turned on the heat.
“Happy Birthday to me.”
Starting his engine he quickly pulled out of the parking lot and began his trip home. Turning on the radio, he was surprised when a song that he liked played. Hoya was an underrated singer who was rarely recognized for his music but there he was, being played on the radio. It made him fe a bit better.
Once he got home he kicked off his shoes and went to his fridge. Last night he had made a cake, his birthday present to himself. A few nibbles here and there from his late night cravings were visible and he smiled slightly.
Placing the cake on the counter he opened a drawer to the left of him and pulled out candles. They were all different colors and some were bigger than others, he didn't mind. Sticking nineteen candles into the cake, he lit them– staring sadly at his empty apartment.
He could practically hear his mom saying, “Make a wish.” a small smile graced his lips and he bent down, his pink plump lips puckered.
“I wish, I wish that I wasn't alone anymore– I wish I wasn't bullied, I wish people could feel my pain.”
The kitchen turned dark again as the candles blew out, Jimin's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and he moved to turn on the light, he squinted his eyes as the lightbulbs lit up. Moving back to the counter he grabbed a knife from the drawer, dropping it quickly as it sliced his palm– the blood quickly beaded up before creating a stream that trickled onto the cake, he whined and raced towards the sink.
The blood quickly soaks into the cake and becomes invisible, one candle lit back up, the other eighteen followed. Jimin, who finished cleaning his hand turned around and gasped as the candles flickered to life. He slightly tilted his head and blew out a puff of air, the flame struggled to hold it's stance and quickly blew out. . . the flame came back to life again– dancing wildly.
He jumped back and picked up the knife on the ground, holding it in front of him. “What the hell.” The boy walked forward and blew out the candles, this time they didn't light back up. He sighed in relief and cut into the cake, he wouldn't finish it in one night but would eat what he could. Grabbing a fork the black haired boy slowly ate the cake, contemplating life and thinking about Hector.
His stomach suddenly felt full and he set down the fork and sighed. He was tired, really tired– walking out of the kitchen he turned off the lights and went to his room– definitely not aware of the flickering candles.