For a moment, YN didn’t reply, and he worried he’d overstepped. But then, her response came in.
YN: Yes.
Jimin’s breath caught, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He had no one to blame but himself, and the knowledge tore at him.
Jimin: What did he do to you doll?
He waited, but this time, instead of a short reply, she sent a longer message. As he read it, his heart sank. YN was pouring her heart out, telling him everything that had happened between her and Jimin, including their confrontation in the principal's office. She described feeling humiliated and hurt, the sting of betrayal still raw in her words.
Jimin sat frozen, his fingers tightening around the phone as he took in every word. It was like a punch to the gut, knowing he was the one responsible for her pain, even if she didn't realize it was him.
After reading through the messages, Jimin's hands shook as he typed his response.
Scribbler: How could he do that to you?
Her reply came swiftly.
YN: I think I was just a distraction to him… she sent, adding a sad smiley at the end, as if trying to lighten her own pain.
Jimin's heart broke as he read her words, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him. He wished he could take back every hurtful thing he’d done, every cold look and careless word. But he knew it wasn’t that simple.
He swallowed hard, determined to be the support she needed right now, even if she didn’t know it was him.
Scribbler: He doesn’t deserve you, doll. You deserve someone who sees how special you are and treats you that way.
A pause followed, and he wondered if she believed him.
YN: Thank you, Scribbler. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.
Jimin’s heart ached even more. Here she was, finding comfort in him, unaware that he was also the one who had caused her pain.
letting his phone rest in his hands as he blinked back the tears. His mind was flooded with memories of her—the way her face lit up when she laughed, her fierce determination, her warmth. She was everything he’d been looking for, everything he didn’t think he deserved. She wasn’t a distraction. She was the heartbeat of his world.
Jimin's POV: You are my love, Muffin, not a distraction.
But he couldn’t say that to her, not yet. Not while he was hiding behind a screen as Scribbler.
Swallowing his emotions, he typed back, his words gentle, comforting, the words he wished he’d said from the start.
Scribbler: He doesn’t see what he’s losing. But I do. You’re so much more than a distraction, doll. You deserve someone who treasures you.
YN: Maybe it was my fault...maybe I’m not good enough. Maybe I just took everything the wrong way from the beginning...
Jimin’s heart ached as he read her self-blame. He hated knowing she was questioning herself, doubting her own worth because of his actions. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he responded, letting his true feelings seep through, even if he couldn’t say them openly.
Scribbler: You are more than ever dreamt off doll.
He wanted to tell her everything—that she was more than he’d ever dreamed of, that she deserved all the happiness in the world. But he knew now wasn’t the time for confessions. She needed his support, not his secrets.
Scribbler: You are kind, sweet, and stronger than you know. It’s not you, doll. It never was. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that.
He hit send, his heart heavy with longing and regret.
YN: Thanks for listening to me, Scribbler. You’re the best.
He felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was far from the best; he was the reason she felt broken.
Scribbler: Anytime, doll. I’m always here for you. Promise.
YN: I’m glad I have you, Scribbler. I don’t feel so alone.
His chest ached at her message. For a moment.
Scribbler: You’re never alone, doll. Not as long as I’m here.
As he hit send, he whispered to himself, “And I promise, one day, I’ll make things right.”
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