Gangsta's crush ( Taehyung And Female Character)

Why so serious?

Late night chat with Jimin had ease Y/n's inner turmoil as she was nervous about her decision. It was no secret that she was not over the past even if it had been buried a long time ago. Sometimes she gets nightmares or get scared someone takes her picture. Chanyeol was there with her, in hard time and helps her in getting better. She was advised by teachers and suggested by her peers that it's not a big deal and shouldn't be stressed, these pranks and bullying are normal in high school and it wasn't like she was all naked. The nonchalance of others had bound her to recoil and bury her pain like it was normal if someone stoop low to destroy her character.

Fortunately, her brother transferred them both in other school but not after suing Natasha and school management for mentally harassment.

Jimin in a sense understands her. Y/n had suffered from emotional tyrant whereas he bear physical bullying and confide within his friends who helped him in getting better.

People just give advises and expect you to get better quickly, urge to forget but how can you omit the torments, to forget that past which practically ruined you. If you get better quickly they will mock your sufferings and if you self-destruct yourself or end your pain, then they will sympathize. But no one will help or guide you. That's how society works. They just judge you while donning hundreds of faults.

It feels nice that someone understands her and she could confide in him.

Confide in Jimin.

(Next Day)

(Y/n's pov)

I waked up quite late because of the yesterday night talk about self-loving, with Jimin. My heavy orbs refused to open and were slightly red and puffy with all that crying and sniffing.

With a soft grunt, I rolled on side, and my left side aches from sleeping on a certain position. I was thinking of sleeping a bit more but the cruel sunlight didn't like my laziness. Yawning mockingly on the bright light, I sat up straight and slowly opened by eyes.

All I saw was red.

...

Literally.

My entire room was filled with all shapes, sizes of roses, rose bouquets and more roses. I sluggishly slapped my right cheek to wake from the seamlessly real dream. Pulling away the soft blanket, I steadily cover the distance of room, blinked a few times and, Yes! there was a enormous probably taller than me and wardrobe - rose bouquet grinning in front of my face.

I mean Woah! How do I carry it?

Or

Was it supposed to carry me?

Rather than feeling over the moon, I couldn't help but felt terrified. Someone entered in my room with a spare key and put all these roses, saw my drooled face and left.

I am hopeless in romance that's why I never had a boyfriend.

Scrutiny my eyes on the bouquet, I saw two lilac cards. I pulled them out and read the first one.

'First day of courting, beautiful!' ❤

-V

Short and sweet gesture which almost brought a smile on my face but I quickly turned my attention on other note. Frowning on who wrote it, I opened hurriedly and laugh full-heartedly at the message.