Love Is Bound ‖ ✓

chapter 12

Y/n is sitting alone in the art room with a paint brush in one hand and the colour palette on the other. She stares at the splattered colours on the canvas. The colours are deep and incomprehensive, exactly resembling the thoughts that are bubbling inside her head.

Why is she even here? Sitting back after attending a sophomore art class? For the sake of her so-called love known as Jimin? That maybe he will show up? Maybe she can steal one last glimpse of him? It is rather safe to say that she does not know. Not anymore. What is it that they shared, then and now?

She clearly loved Jimin whole heartedly and he did too, supposedly. Yet, he was there sticking his tongue down a person's throat. Sure, the two of them were on date once. But that is no excuse to make out with the same person again, who not to forget he had already kissed on their fake date in front of his girlfriend. Jimin knew his girlfriend was waiting for him to come out of that goddamn forsaken Janitor's closet. Did he ever once considered her feelings?

She sighs at the loud chaotic thoughts.

"Oh my— y/n! Here you are. I have been looking for you all over." A girl comes running right into the room. "Yeri? Hey." She smiles though in a trance to even care if it looks fake right now. "Jin- he...he-" "what happened to him?" Y/n lurches up, forcefully pushing the stool to fall back.

Her concern is more than valid. He has always been by her side. Not caring if she was just one weirdo in other's eyes. Jin never judged her for being who she is. He pushed her forward out front, showing her off to the world. Unfortunately, Jimin failed in doing so.

"Just come to the cafeteria", Yeri says and starts running. Y/n follows her upto some distance till she loses Yeri after some turns in the corridor. The brunette regrets ever sitting back at the bench during most of the P.E. classes.

Not long after she reaches the cafeteria, huffing. Crouching just a little to catch her breath. To her surprise the arena is...deserted? Why will Yeri even lie? Y/n enters the dining area. Why is it dark? And the students? All of a sudden, all this is creeping her out. "Yer—"

"Happy Birthday!!" The brunette stumbles back on seeing the other students popping out nowhere, meeting a built chest against her back and the most soothing smile. "Tae? Jin? W- what wow—" The girl is speechless to accumulate what is going on. And just how? "It was Taehyung's idea..." Jin whispers into her ear clearing all her doubts over the loud shemozzle, not so melodic happy birthday song. On hearing that, some sort of feeling churns her guts.

The crowd disperses a little as the popular guys walked in. Earning little ohs and ahs from here and there. "Whoa what's happening?" Suga chuckles. Cause the last time he remembers seeing this huge a crowd was either because of free food or some good ol' ass drama.

"It's a surprise birthday party for y/n", one of the students says drunk on his fruit punch. "Surprise party? Who organised it?" Jimin asks. A certain type of insecurity galling in his voice.

"Kim Taehyung!"

The name rings inside his head, fading in some corner. "That guy surely has a thing for her", Hoseok snorts. "Pretty sure he knows how to make her happy though. Will you look at that smile? Not gonna lie, y/n's beautiful." Yoongi gasps admiring the breathtaking smile unconsciously playing on the girl's lips.

"Weren't you the one calling her names?" Jungkook pulls his leg, showing off his infamous mischievous boyish grin. "I wish I could ask her out. Man, I highly regret it now. Plus, that was before. She used to be so, you know, dull always forcing a smile. It was weird. Now that I think of it she was suppressing herself. She's happy happy now."

'She was suppressing herself.' The ravenette hears them talk about his girlfriend. Oh, she is not his girlfriend anymore. 'She was suppressing herself. She was suppressing herself.' The words keep on repeating itself like a broken record. It is almost stuck in his head. It was all because of him. All this time he was busy being himself but y/n, he cared the least about her feelings. Like— what she actually must have be feeling at that time? He thought it was ridiculous.

But now that he was standing in her shoes seeing his ex-girlfriend with a guy, it does something. He can not even bring himself to pretend he is okay. And there was this time when y/n used push aside every shitty reason of his and smile as if nothing happened ever happened. He feels it. Right now. This very moment, he feels it. The girl was not really fine.

Perhaps, she is better off without him?

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"...it's no big deal, I'll get it!" The ravenette hears a familiar voice approaching the door. He straightens up, jumping off the table. "Hey", Jimin let it out. "Oh", y/n gasps not meeting his gaze.

"I just came here to get a, uh, cloth. Oh, found it. I- I'll give you your privacy then", the brunette turns about to leave but Jimin is quick to clasp his fingers around her wrist.

"Sorry", he immediately retracts hand when y/n turns around.

"It's nothi—"

"I'm sorry for everything. I did not do it purposefully. It just happened– fuck! Screw that. I heard from Jin, it's all my fault y/n. If I did not get that shit inside my head and stopped Minseo, we would not be apart right now..."

'When were we even together, Jimin?'

"I'm so so so sorry. Please—" Before Jimin could finish y/n cuts him off. "I don't want to talk about this right now." 'Maybe never', y/n sighs. "If you don't have anything else to say, I have to go—"

Jimin hangs his head low and exhales. "I brought a gift for you, well as a friend, I guess?" He stretches out a brown bag, colourful papers peeping out of it. Y/n accepts the bag, mumbling a small thank you. She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a thin yet aesthetically studded layered necklace. That's when it occurred to Jimin—

"You removed that p-pendant?" He asks softly, not sure if he still had the rights to question about the past. "Taehyung got me this necklace. It needed room and since, we— we are not a thing, I did, yeah." Albeit it hurt, Jimin presses his lips into a thin lipped smile. Not so close to convincing, even.

"Hm. Happy Birthday again", that being the last thing said, Jimin leaves the room.

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