..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

48 || Is It Pity?

JIMIN & DANBI

Danbi POV

"Bibi, no! Don't you dare think about turning around! Put on your big girl panties and knock on his door!"

"But Jinniiiiee.." I whine with a pout at my phone screen and my unsympathetic succour.

"What did I say, young lady? Go! Now!" Jinnie demands using his angry face and authoritative voice.

It's scary.

"Can I just.. another day? I don't think I'm ready today. Pleeeaase?"

"I'm sure he wasn't ready to feel his soul be ripped into pieces in the middle of the night as you fucked a stranger in an alley, Danbi, and yet here we are."

I am surprised at his candor. "That was really, really mean, Jinnie."

"So is what you did to him. Apologizing won't make him forget the pain he felt when you broke your tether to him, but it's a start."

Looking down to my feet as I nudge at the pavement outside of Jimin's apartment building, I suddenly feel really bad. "I'm sure it was shocking for him."

"Not as shocking as the man you'll meet when you knock on his door."

After ending my call with my succour, I slowly make my way up to Jimin's apartment. I wish I'd taken the time to work out some type of proper apology in my head before making it this far but it's too late to turn back now.

Apartment thirteen comes into view and my heart leaps into my throat. My nerves are visible to anybody that should pass by at this exact moment; I wring my fingers as I chew on my bottom lip.

Cautiously, I knock four times on Jimin's door and immediately clutch my fists to my chest to hold in my racing heartbeat. I hear shuffling behind the divider and a second later the sound of locks disengaging.

The door opens to a very sad, very thin, very dark-haired Jimin. He looks absolutely destroyed.

"Hi, Jimin. Uhm.." I gulp nervously. "May I come in?"

He blinks a few times and then steps to the side allowing me entrance. He doesn't speak a word as he closes the door behind me and moves further into the room.

"Jimin, I-"

"I hope he was gentle with you," Jimin swallows, looking down to his footsteps in the carpet while taking a seat on the sofa.

There remains a dull pain inside from Namjoon's roughness, but I don't dare mention a word of it. Knowing the person that should have been your first connection gave herself to a random man hurts enough. I'm sure he would rather do without hearing stroke by stroke details of the uncomfortable encounter.

I wrap my arms around myself. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know that this would happen to you."

Jimin runs his fingers through his straight black hair with a tiny smirk. "You don't have to apologize. Even after you changed my appearance, I still wasn't what you wanted and that happens sometimes."

Staring over his new-old hair and dark eyes, I state "I bet it was startling for you looking in the mirror and seeing your old self."

"I was in the shower when it happened. I stood in shock as I watched the color go down the drain, and then the intensity I'd been feeling for months just wasn't anymore."

He sniffs as he tugs on his sweater sleeves. "You called on him after you saw me at the ice cream shop, didn't you?"

I can't speak to affirm. I simply nod.