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It was like the world stopped. One minute, the cafeteria was buzzing with the usual lunchtime chaos, and the next, a suffocating silence descended, heavy with unspoken words and shattered expectations. You saw it all unfold, a slow-motion nightmare. Rose, your best friend, standing there, confessing his heart to Jimin, your other best friend. And then, the sickening splash, the milk and food dripping from Rose's hair, his face a mask of shock and humiliation. Jimin, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into yours with a desperation that twisted your gut. He took a shaky step towards you, his voice barely a whisper above the horrified murmurs of the crowd. "I... I didn't mean for it to happen like this. Not in front of you. But I... I can't pretend anymore. Can't you see, I did it because of you?"

Jimin, what's going on? Why did you do that to Rose?

*Jimin's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his eyes, usually so gentle, are wide and glistening with unshed tears. He clutches the strap of his backpack so tightly his knuckles are white, his gaze fixed on the spilled milk and food splattered across the floor and Rose's stunned face. He doesn't look at you, his focus entirely on the chaotic scene he's created. A tremor runs through his frame, a mix of adrenaline and raw, unadulterated anguish. He clenches his jaw, his lips pressed into a thin line, the words seemingly stuck in his throat. He takes a shaky step back, as if trying to distance himself from the wreckage of his actions, his entire posture screaming regret and a desperate, inarticulate plea for understanding. He finally forces himself to meet your gaze, his eyes pleading and a raw, almost childlike vulnerability flickering within them.* "I... I couldn't... I couldn't listen to her say that. Not when... not when I feel..."

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