Hidden || A coiny x pin fanfic (TPOT 9 alt kinda :3)

Decipher this!

Pin

     I hear knocking at my door, it stopping every once in a while, only for them to start knocking again. I roll over in my bed, covering my ears with my pillow, the discomfort in my waist intensifying with every movement.

     Groaning softly, I sit up, propping myself up with pillows to ease the strain on my aching muscles. The pain shoots through me like a bolt of lightning, sharp and relentless. I press a hand to my side, trying to soothe the throbbing sensation radiating from my waist.

     My waist feels blocky, I lift up my shirt to see bandages all over my torso. Light red patches of blood staining them. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself against the ache, pushing through the discomfort as I prepare to face another day.

     With a determined resolve, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, standing up. I limp over to the door, seeing who was at the door. I swing the door open to see Coiny. My hand hesitated on the doorknob as I stare at Coiny standing on the other side. His presence sent a jolt of conflicting emotions coursing through my veins – anger, hurt, and a flicker of something softer that I couldn't quite name.

   "What do you want?" My voice came out sharper than I intended, the bitterness of our recent argument still lingering in the air between us.

     Coiny's gaze dropped to the ground, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his own remorse was too much to bear. "Pin, I... I need to talk to you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

     My heart clenched at the sight of him, so unlike his usual confident self. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I played a part in bringing him to this point.

     Reluctantly, I stepped aside, allowing him to enter my room. The silence hung heavy between us as we faced each other, neither of us knowing quite where to begin.

   "I'm sorry, Pin," Coiny finally spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I messed up yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I was angry and frustrated, but that's no excuse for my behavior. I just... I want to make things right between us. Can we talk?"

     I felt my heart waver at his words, my anger softening in the face of his genuine remorse. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw vulnerability that he usually kept hidden beneath a layer of bravado.

     But even as my heart softened, a part of myself couldn't help but hold onto the hurt, the wounds of our argument still fresh and raw.

   "Coiny, I... I don't know," I admit, my voice wavering with uncertainty. "I don't know if I can just forgive you like that. What you said really hurt, Coiny."

     Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. I blinked them back, refusing to let Coiny see me cry.

   "I know," Coiny said, his voice heavy with regret. "And I'm so, so sorry, Pin. I never meant to hurt you. I just... I let my emotions get the best of me, and I said things that I didn't mean. But I swear, Pin, I'll do anything to make it up to you. Just please, give me another chance."

     I felt a lump form in my throat at his words, the weight of his apology pressing down on my chest like a leaden weight. I take a deep breath and sigh with annoyance.

   "One chance Coiny, One." I sigh, crossing my arms. Coiny's face lights up.

   "Thank you, Pin," Coiny murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls me into a tight hug. "I mean it. I'm really sorry for everything."

     I return the hug, feeling the tension draining from my body with each passing moment. I rest my head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry too,"

     Suddenly, Coiny's expression shifts, his eyes widening with a sense of urgency. "Wait, I almost forgot," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "There's something I need to show you."