He owned Me [Completed]

20 : Good boy

We are on fire today

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When Jimin returned back, the cabin was vacant just like he expected it to be, with only the untouched ice cream that was gradually melting. The sweet fragrance lingered in the air, a souvenir that the girl was actually present there.

Sinking his hands inside his pocket, Jimin leisurely ambled towards the spot his old flame was standing just a moment before. Letting out a quivering breath he slumped on the couch that was still warm making him discern seeing her again wasn't just his wild fantasy.

Just like a puff of smoke, she was gone leaving behind the ache that would never heal. But unlike like the last time he didn't just watch the love of his life getting taken away but deliberately push her away with his own hands.

"Did you just call my girlfriend babe?" his friend poked his head and returned him a sorry smile, Jimin lied like the liar he had always been.

"Had a stalker problem" his voice cracked for using such a demeaning word towards the girl he loved and his friend bobbed his head not doubting his words.

"Are you joining us?" his friend asked noticing something was off about him but the guy shook his head conveying he would like to pass the offer for now.

"In a while. I want to be alone for now?" Jimin politely told him and heeding his request the guy left. In solitary, he repented for the behavior he showed to the girl who once idolized him for being the man he never was.

Taking out his phone, he unlocked the lock screen and caressed the bright smile Saya used to adore whenever she was around him. Recalling the way her eyes used to twinkle like they held all the stars in the universe every time he used to take her name, he huff a pained chuckle for being the one to extinguish the sparks within them.

He was certain after everything he spat at her he would never get to witness her beaming at him with the same fondness or affection. He killed every possibility of them being together with his own hand.

How could she not notice the crack in his voice as he uttered those venomous words?

How could she be so blind not to see his figure trembling as he pretended to loathe her?

The agony of watching her breakdown had cut him so deep that he had to turn away to hide the tears trickling down his eyes. So why was she always so oblivious to the torture his body went through being so close and yet not getting to hold her?

But then he was always good at lying, he had perfected the art of deceit therefore expecting her to notice another of his lie was maybe too far-fetched. But still, he had hoped that at least this time she would catch him and spare him from causing the death of his own heart.