​"If we don't want anything taken from us, we got no choice but to take things from others. This is how the world works" - Sasaki Haise (Tokyo Ghoul :Re) ​this manga makes me emo and cri ;D

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  ​Jimin laughs hysterically at me. "I f-ing hate how I try my best to satisfy people and yet I end up being manipulated" His tears steam down his cheeks. His throat cracks at bit, sobbing his pain. ". I did all this and yet I didn't do anything to deserve this!!" He slouches down, holding onto his chest. "It hurts so much to expect things". I couldn't help him, I just stand there like an idiot. This was the first time to see someone that remind me of myself. I wrap my arms around tightly, tears falling down my face. What type of friend am I? I didn't even look at my phone this morning to see if Jimin even texted me. I put my head on shoulder, his head nuzzling against my chest. My heartbeat increases so loudly that I thought he could hear my heartbeat. "Kookie . . .," he mumbles as I feel breath on my chest,"Thank you . . .". My cheeks flush as he tightens his grip. I couldn't help myself but give him a toothy grin. He looks up at me as his eyes crinkle to his adorable smile. We let go, Nini awkwardly clears as she ruffles Jimin's hair. "Gosh. They are going to pay!!" She pump her fist up and stomps toward Jaegyu in the classroom. Me and Jimin follow her as we see her kicking Jaegyu right in the groin area. Ouch. She smirks at him while he groan in pain, clutching his stomach. I even wince when she start to laugh at him. She's strong . . .in a good way? I tilt my head in confusion as Jimin snickers at my stupid look on my face. Nini wipes her hands on my chest, "Germs from that stupid jerk". I scoff at her, "Great. Now I'm probably get sick from some type of disease". She just puts an innocent smile as she drags Jimin while I was behind them, annoyed. I mean she had no right to touch him. Like back away from him you pest (that is somewhat helpful). What's her motive to get close to Jimin?   I look up horridly as Jimin tries to buy clothes in the mall. Why was I even here? Shouldn't I be watching anime at home and cry over fictional characters? I went because Jimin was having some kind of makeover. Nini was next to him, laughing away or whatever. She's not important. Anyway, he softly giggles as he looks directly at me. Why is he staring at me all of a sudden? I obliviously look around to not make awkward eye contact or attempt to check him out. He still here and there glances over at me. Is there something wrong? My cheeks start turning a tint of pink. Maybe he sees something on my face and choose not to tell me! I caught him, smiling with a grin. Jimin is being sly and I'm not in the mood like at all. My eyes shift to the side, humming a song. I even try to look at the clothes hanging on the wall. All these clothes seem to be my taste. Yup. Must not turn to look at him. I swear---   I screech in horror as a face appears near my shoulder. My arms extending to a boxing pose. A guy the same height as me with faded red hair smiles gently at me. "U-uhh . . .you scared me". I put my head down in embarassment, covering my face with my hands. Gosh! I bet I was all blushing. "Do you need help, sir?" He puts his hands behind his back while keeping a sophisicated posture. This dude was sure strange working here, scaring customers. "Umm, my uhh friend needs help with a outfit that'll make him look different," I point to Jimin who's happily searching through tank tops with Nini. I look back at the worker as he claps him hand and closes his eyes. What the hell? Is he praying or something? "I got a perfect outfit!!" He sceams up all of sudden, making me flinch again. He's such an extrovert, causing everyone eyes to be on us. I use my hand to cover my face. He grabs Jimin by the arm, dragging him to the dressing rooms. "W-what are you doing?" Jimin gets really flustered when the worker takes off his old pair of glasses. The worker grins triumphfully as he pushes Jimin to a empty dressing room. "Try the clothes on!" The worker yells as he throws some clothes over to Jimin. After a few minutes of patiently waiting anxiously, Jimin comes out. My jaw drops as I see him wearing a jean jacket, white loose tshirt that exposes his collarbones, and a pair of black ripped jeans. Topping off the outfit with a red Nike cap. His cheeks all of sudden turn really red as he snorts again. He nervously holds his hands as he sways back and forth. Cutely​.   Nini was the first to glomp at him, pinching his cheeks as he tries to push her away. The worker claps his hands, "My masterpiece is unfinish, hol' up!" He runs out of the dressing room heading somewhere. I glance over with my head peeking through the corner. The worker was shuffling through a box of hair products. "Aha!" He picks up the hair spray and comb, running back to us. He takes off the cap, pushing Jimin's bangs and part it sideways. He uses hairspray to keep that way. This