Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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I slowly dropped my hands from my face. My eyes drifting anywhere except for the three pairs that were currently drilling silent intensity through me. I chewed on my bottom lip, wishing they would just pretend they never heard what I had said even though I knew they wouldn't drop it.
"Y/N." Jimin called my name.
I reluctantly looked back at him. He was perched on the edge of the couch cushion, hands on either side of his thighs, gripping the material tightly. His gaze riveted to my figure and eyes silently pushing me to answer him.
"Um, you can't ask me to choose between any of you."
My voice came out shaky. It was difficult to push past the lump in my throat. There wasn't any shame associated with my feelings, but I'd feel terrible if it made any of them feel like I was pushing my feelings onto them. But I would be lying to myself if I denied that being with them and knowing that I had fallen in love with them didn't terrify me.
"After that." Jin said softly.
He sat the closest to me. The way his fingers twitched in his lap was a twitch of his that I had come to know meant he desperately wanted to hold me. But the conflict in his eyes kept his urges at bay. I didn't know if he was conflicted about his own feelings or if he didn't want to overwhelm me even further. The fear that it was the former kept me from welcoming his embrace. Needing to look away, I found Taehyung. He was the only one not looking at me directly. But he would peek out of the corner of his eye at me plus he was positioned as if he were ready to spring himself off the floor towards me.
He was the only one who hasn't said anything. And that worried me. Tae was always a vocal one. So, the fact that he was so quiet now meant he either didn't have anything to say, or he was taking in the situation before reacting. Everyone else in the room was relatively calm. Relaxed even despite the tension between the other three and me. Unconsciously, I looked to Yoongi, his reassuring nod bringing some comfort. I sighed, wrapping my arms around myself. This wasn't how I wanted to tell them. It just slipped out and I could kick myself for doing it. But I couldn't change the past. All I could do is face the consequences, whatever they may be.
"I... love you?" the statement came out as more of a question.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn't just dive in headfirst. Stating it would make it real. Resolute. Overwhelming if they didn't reciprocate my feelings.
"That didn't sound too sure." Jin noted, leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees.
"Say it again." Jimin demanded, right foot bouncing impatiently.
"Do I have to? I'm pretty sure you all heard me the first time. We wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't." I mumbled under my breath, cheeks darkening with the blood rushing to my face.
"Y/N." Jimin called my name again, voice a lot firmer this time around.
I huffed, throwing my arms up before thinking to hell with it.
