The Villainess (Bts X Reader)

Chapter 13

1st POV
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It's been two days since my wrist injury, and Jimin has not left my side. Also, it's been two days since I last heard Da-Eun in my head. I tried communicating with her, but she either ignored me or couldn't hear me because she wouldn't respond.

I layed in bed, tired from the day I had spend with Jimin and Yoongi, who came to visit me. At first, Jimin was confused about how me and Yoongi knew each other but he quickly go over it. Since Jimin still didn't let me sow, I only gave Yoongi some exercises to learn and practice. Jimin got curious and asked for some as well. I showed him the first one I showed Yoongi.

I sit up, not being able to sleep.

"Really? This again?" I rub my face.

'It happened a lot to me, you should get used to it.' I hear her voice again.

"Da-Eun?" I call but recieved no response. "Stop acting stupid, you know I heard you." I clicked my tongue.

'Who're you calling stupid, you brat!' She speaks again.

"Brat? I might be in your body right now, but I'm definitely older than you, so have some respect." I tell her, crossing my arms and sticking out my nose the opposite way.

'I don't care, you're still a brat to me, and a thief too.'

"A thief?!"

'Yeah, you heard me, a psychopath too! Why would you ever say those things to Jin oppa! Don't you know how hard I worked to be in at least good terms with him?!' She yelled in my head.

'Aish, there she goes again, talking about that jerk.' I said in my head.

'Ya! I can still hear your thoughts you know!' She yells.

'Da-Eun, you really need to forget about him, it's not worth it--'

'You think I don't know that aleady!?' She snaps in my head. 'You think I was never aware of how much he hates me!?'

'The why?' I asked calmly.

'I try to hate him, to forget about him but....' I hear some soft sobs. 'I just can't...'

I felt for her, I really did. In my younger years, that same thing happened to me. I was 20 and thought I had 'found the one', but it was just a bunch of bull shit. So I knew perfectly what she felt, I sympathized with her.

'I did so much for him,*sob* everything I learned I did it for him.... *sob* So how....' She was no longer able to talk through her tears. Well, our tears since it was me who was also in tears, but they weren't really mine.

'Trust me when I say this, I know, but you'll get through this.' I gave her encouraging words through my head.