Last Steps // Kim Seokjin

• 26 don't leave me •

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*𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐔'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕*

I heard the sound of the door opening but I didn't flinch. As if he was invisible.

He closed the door behind him with a loud thud but I still let my nose in this book - talking about the cliché life of a basic high school girl - that I found on the floor when I arrived. I was sitting on the inner edge of the recessed window, and my legs were lying in front of me so I was paralleled to it.

I saw Jin and Namjoon coming through the thin unmaintained glass, and it surprised me they took that long to find me. I almost started to hope they wouldn't.

"So that's what a normal girl thinks about. Boys. Make-up. Which top is fitting best with which skirt?"

"Are you kidding me right now?!" He approached me and his eyebrows were furrowed. He looked at me as if I had just killed someone. I wanted to ignore him but these eyes were the kind you couldn't just look away from. "Do you have any idea of what you represent?" A tool, that was what I was. "You are so naive to just run away and put your life at risk, for no freaking reasons!" He was so angry, and I didn't even know why. He was agitated. He was pissed.

And so was I. I swung my legs back over the inner edge and stayed like this, looking away, letting go of the old book. "Then I guess we're both disappointed in each other."

He stepped forward. "What do you want me to say?" He asked firmly, his fits were closed as if ready to punch in a wall. 

I gritted my teeth and stood up violently. "Admit that that's what you had planned to do all along!" He looked at me, now confused. "You wanted to get rid of me the second your eyes fell on me." I clarified. I wanted to cry, yell at him, and burst out of anger but I only stood there without being able to say more. 

He lacked words and it almost made me want to mock him. The great Kim Seokjin didn't know what to say anymore. After opening his mouth a few times without letting a sound go, he stepped forward again. "Namjoon knows this place better than anyo-"

"Stop the bullsh, Seokjin!" I whined and sounded almost desperate but I quickly took a hold of myself again. I didn't want him to see me weak. 

He looked sternly at me and agitated his hand to prove his point. "I trust him more than I trust myself!" He raised his voice again.

"So what?!" I crossed my arms and took a defying step toward him, trying to ignore the itch from not crying in my throat. "What are you scared of Seokjin, mh?" I asked, burning irritation threatening to burst out of my body. I knew that this was the bottom of the problem from the start, but his egocentric and narcissistic butt would never admit that he was afraid.

He looked away, not being able to look into my eyes anymore, and he turned around, rubbing his hand over his face in irritation but mostly of 'I know she's right but I'm never going to admit it'.

"You're scared I'll end up like Jungkook and Jimin? Well, guess what, I can't, because I'm immune! I can manage on my own!"

"How many times have we almost died?!" He almost cut me off. 

"Well, I think we're doing pretty good! Look, we're still alive!!" I said sarcastically.

"That's not what your injured stomach tells me!" He pointed at it. "And you're going to do way better with Namjoon by your side!" He raised his voice at each word, leaving the room in a heavy silence when he stopped.