Firstly what I mean by strangles love is, the type of love which bounds a person and not let them grow. Grow as in, doesn't let them do of their mind. Or cages them in.
Y/n was caught in a love which brought her nothing pain, which totally changed...
Right now I was in my room, lying on the bed, looking at the feeling. Not being able to fall asleep. I let my thoughts do the running. I started revising the things, that happened through out my life till now.
Getting a best friend, since diapers, growing up with him, being the best buddies, sharing secrets, almost everything with each other. Then drifting apart just because of a stupid misunderstanding and lack of trust. Then getting bullied by him, suffering all alone. Not sure if I didn't wanted to open up about it, or no one wanted to listen to me.
My parents always treated me like a person who shares the house with them. No care, no affection, just orders, rules, and strictness. They raised me to be a perfectionist in everything. And in that process, even if I was loosing the person I was, I was not allowed to stop. I kept on going and going, trying to stand on everyone's expectations, and forgot the person who once had feelings. Who used to laugh, cry, shout, and love.
I'm not me anymore, I'm a perfectionist. Complete robot. Then I found someone who wanted to be friends with me, I don't find anything that interesting in me for someone to make me their friend. What am I? Just a should caged in this body, who's living his life, till someone comes and take that from him too. To be honest I'm waiting for that moment.
But before that, I want to experience the feeling of being friends with someone, once again. I want to let it all out, because it's the time I think someone would listen to me. But what if he doesn't want that?
Tears started to roll down my eyes, as I quickly wiped them, no I can't do this, I need permission for that. What a cruel world. You must be thinking why didn't I stood up for myself, right? Well, I am tired, I don't have much energy left in me, even for standing up for myself, I have to lean onto someone. And that someone is missing, or guess he didn't wanted to show up. Maybe he liked the way I suffered.
I didn't slept the whole night. I didn't wanted to. And I don't know why? Before the alarm clock could start ringing I turned it off and went inside the washroom to freshen up.
In one hour I was standing Infront of the company building. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and entered inside. Soon I was inside the lift, alone. What a perfect situation you can ever get. I'm so used to being alone, that now even if someone willingly wants to be with me, I push them away. Except for Jungkook, I don't know why?
I just couldn't say no to him. He's so different from everyone. And the best thing is he doesn't know anything about me, so maybe he could understand my point of view, without coming in someone else's trap. Why am I desperate for someone to listen to me? I hate it.
As I entered the top floor, I saw two mens standing Infront of my office. One was expected but another wasn't. They both were dressed different than usual. And to your surprise, their dressing sense was not too different. They both were in office attires, but quite different, they looked more like models than businessman's. Jimin was wearing all black, with accessories. He was never an accessory person, at least not in work times. And why that much of open to buttons? Has he forgot he is here for work, not for showing off his body?
While Jungkook too had full black on, with accessories like he always wears, the only difference was his shirt was buttoned up, at least it didn't showed much of his body. I heaved a sigh out, and paced towards my office. They could've got inside, it's not that hard to open a door. God even I don't wear that much of an accessory. _____________________________________________________ Jimin's outfit.
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