❝𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜❞
- In which you, a crazy stalker crosses paths with an oddly attractive photographer. -
"Oh, really? I apologize then. You just looked incredibly beautiful and I couldn't resist capturing that moment."
||P.JM...
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Wansoo slams the door shut, his right hand covering his eyes as he groans in pain.
His reddened eyes were so visible with his vision clouded. The stinging pain seemingly never-ending.
He made his way toward the bathroom, stumbling along the way and knocking things over as he reached for something to support himself.
"Babe?" Elissa comes out of her room, confused by the sounds of things falling. "Babe!!" she rushes over him, "hey! Hey what happ—" she tried touching him but Wansoo harshly pushed her away causing her to fall on her back.
"Fuck!" Wansoo yelled as he finally arrived in the bathroom.
Elissa grunts, holding her elbow where she fell and keeps looking in the direction of the bathroom.
She stares at it with a blank expression.
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"I...i'm so—"
"Don't be sorry Y/n.." Jimin sighs.
"But..your shirt.."
After some minutes of crying on his chest, you realize it is already wet with your tears. You feel even more guilty seeing him wearing an expensive looking attire with long sleeves that despite of it being plain white, you surely know it would cost a whole year of your salary.
He gently brought you into his car and now you're sitting in the passenger seat, looking out of the window to avoid his gaze. "My shirt doesn't matter in this. It's alright to cry especially what you've been through, Y/n..so please.." Jimin looks at your covered face, his eyes full of worry and concern.
You bite your lips, wiping the tear that fell.
You couldn't shake off the feeling of that maniac's lips on your neck and the scene you experienced kept replaying in your mind.
You hold your small bag tightly as Jimin starts the car.
Jimin didn't talk as the drive went on, thinking it was for the best and you're thankful for it. You feel so ashamed to even face him with your disheveled appearance, tears soaking his expensive shirt, and the fear of reliving this memory.
The feeling of vulnerability in front of him weighs heavily on you. Even though he keeps telling you it's alright and you have the right to feel that way, you can't help but still feel ashamed. He'll probably not forget this moment everytime he sees you and start pitying you and you don't want him to see you like that.
