Worthy Of Love

Abyss

(when you see "*****" play the song and then stop it again when you see it. I promise you, it won't disappoint. 🤭)

Jimin

"Aren't you?"

Her voice broke me out of my anger fuelled course of conversation and dumped a bucket of cold water over my head. She looked anything but amenable, she looked hurt.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I never heard about her sending for me via Jungkook. That I never knew of the fact that she was waiting for me in front of my apartment. That whatever she saw with Su-yeong was against my will, I never asked for her to throw herself at me when all I wanted to do was drown my sorrows in alcohol and talk to the nice bartender.

I couldn't bring myself to say all that. Heck, I couldn't even bring myself to look up at her. All I felt was, shame and guilt.

"I am. I know that-"

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard her footsteps turning away from me.

Damnit.

"Olivia, please! Just listen to me!" I said as I followed her, the sound of our footsteps falling in rhythm on the tar resounding as she refused to speak.

"Don't fucking follow me!" She said as she tried to rush her walk.

"Then give me a fucking chance! That's all I am asking!" I said, aggravation crawling up in my skin like a leech.

"Which part of 'I am not interested in giving you a chance' is not clear?!" She shouted back.

"Well then tough luck, I am following you!" I said, matching her pettiness.

"You wouldn't dare." She said as she halted from her rushed pace and turned to give me a questioning look.

"Try me, baby. Try me." I said, a sneer ripped through my expression. Though unintentionally.

(A/N - Play Abyss while reading from here! Trust me!)

She narrowed her eyes before she turned around and started to walk, I kept my promise, I followed her. Albeit in a distance where one could barely consider it stalking, I followed her. She looked small, her shoulders sagged, like the weight of the world sat on them. Her steps were faltering, like she couldn't be bothered to walk and it took everything in me to not break the peaceful silence that settled between us after the heated fight which wasn't a solution to the elephant in the room, to tell her that I can hail a taxi for her to go home. Or that I did bring my bike with me, so I could drop her home. But given the situation and our temperament, I doubt she would have accepted my offer.

So I walked with her. Quietly and slowly, matching her rhythm. My heart breaking at what we had become, how distant I felt from her despite her being only a meter away from me. She could be a world apart from me for all I knew. And I would give anything to close that distance between us.

Before I knew it, she stopped walking. I looked around and saw the familiar surroundings.

"Olivia." It took everything in me to not cry. To hold on, just a little bit longer. I convinced myself that it couldn't possibly be the end of us.