A person I like rationally.
And people who don't like me rationally.
Or someone who confuses me and I can't figure out what's on their mind.
jimin park.
The Child Who Brings Misfortune
My nickname and why my friends avoid me.
The reason this nickname came about is really cruel.
I guess I'm a child who invites misfortune.
The day we first became friends at the start of the new semester.
That day was the beginning.
"Hello? My name is Park Jimin. What's yours?"
"Me? I'm Kim Yeo-ju..."
He spoke to me for the first time.
"Let's eat lunch together later!"
Everyone was busy avoiding me, but you approached me and spoke to me first, and you became my friend.
"okay...!"
But when the mood is this good, misfortune comes every day.
Clang-!
"Ugh...!"
"Ji, Jimin!"
The ball broke the window and Jimin was injured in the arm.
"Jimin, are you okay...?!"
The children in the class were whispering.
Looks like the Kim Yeo-ju rumors were true!
We shouldn't play with him...
What should I do about Jimin...
They say he's a child who brings misfortune...
If we're in the same class, isn't it dangerous for us too?
Oh, I see...!
It was unfair.
Why does this always happen to me?
I thought about it hundreds of times, but Jimin came first.
Jimin had surgery, but it didn't turn out perfectly well.
Jimin couldn't dance anymore, and I found myself blaming myself and feeling sorry for Jimin, but inside, I found myself rationally liking Jimin.
I hated myself for liking Jimin even though I knew I shouldn't.
"Hey, even if you can't dance, you can sing, right?"
"I'm fine, don't blame yourself haha"
"Where is the child who invites misfortune?"
"You never know, our luck might burst at any moment."
"Jimin..."
Jimin, who speaks with a smile but still has a sad expression on his faceI was sorry.
"Hey, heroine, make sure to eat!"
"You understand?"
"...Yeah! You too."
After saying that, he left the hospital room.
After that, the feelings only grew bigger.
I was going crazy because I liked Jimin so much and I wanted to scream for someone to stop me.
I started to get confused.
Your attitude of speaking kindly with a smile.
You worry about me more than yourself, everything is just great and everything you do is good.
Do you know?
That I like you.
What would you think if I said I liked you when you became like that because of me?
But it seems that the human mind is not something that can be controlled.
I couldn't end my unrequited love, so I ended up telling him.