(BTS FF) Ending Green

thirteen'*•.¸♡ roommates no more

Riya's POV

"We'll get your things," Chansoo says, holding the door to my apartment open a few days later. "and then we'll stop by a cafe for a snack. How does matcha sound?"

My stomach lurches at the thought, but I nod, whispering, "Okay."

He squeezes my shoulder, placing his hand on my lower back and nudging me forward. "Grab what you need."

I shuffle to my bedroom door, lowering to my knees as I begin rummaging through my drawers.

He stands at the doorframe, watching me. I look over at him, easily intimated by his dark gaze, and quickly turn back around.

He hums in response to this. "What is it, Riya?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah? Nothing?"

I tighten my grip on a blouse. "Yeah."

He leans against the frame. A muscle beneath my eye twitches.

"How long do you want to stay with your friends?" he questions.

I fold my blouses into a suitcase. "I...don't know." Tentatively, I ask, "Why?"

"I heard them talking."

My actions halt, but I don't look at him. I stare at a pair of jeans. "What...what were they talking about?"

He sighs. "They want their privacy."

My chest tightens. "Oh."

He nods, but it feels like all the wind has been knocked out of me.

"They told me—" I trail off, muddled in my confusion. "They said I could stay."

"I know, Riya. I know."

"Why would they tell me I could stay if they didn't want me to?"

He folds his arms across his chest. "Your parents said they loved you, but they did the opposite of loving you."

I sputter on dreadful feelings. "But my parents are bad. My friends aren't bad, they said—they said I could stay. Have I—" My voice lowers, muddled with confusion and fear. "Have I been rude by staying at their house?"

"Hey," he soothes. "You didn't mean to."

"I didn't!" I insist with wide eyes, turning to meet his laid-back expression. "I promise I didn't!"

"I know, Riya. You're a very sweet girl."

I blink rapidly, unable to stop the building tears. "Chansoo, what—" I choke back my building emotions, hearing my mother taunting me to do so. Fix yourself, fix yourself; you're too emotional. "What do I do?"

He walks until he's standing in front of me, lowering himself until he rests his hands on my shoulders.

"You don't want them to be upset with you?" he prompts. "Hm?"

I nod quickly, wiping furiously at my tears. "No, no, I don't want that."

He lifts his hand, and I flinch, backing away until I fall on my butt.

"Shh," he murmurs. "I'm not going to hurt you."

My lower lip trembles. "Chansoo—"

"You're okay."

He slowly raises his hand, and I cower, shaking my head.

"Please," I beg.

"Riya," he says, his brows furrowing. "I'm not going to hurt you."