BTS Reaction & Imagines

Forgive? Forget? |✶| Part 2

         

Group: BTS

Member(s): Your choice of member/optional (✶)

Genre: Angst. Melow Drama (Future will be different)

Summery: He kissed...but it wasn't you.

Pairing(s) : You and Your choice of member

Note: I have no idea how many parts this is going to have. Maybe just one more.

Word Count: 1,432

Everything around you was so bright and colorful...but they faded away just like the autumn season. Turning every tint and hue in your life into a dull, worn out shade of brown. The type of color that's not even liked by anyone. If you could pick a color that describes the mush your life as turned into, it would be that brown. The night sky is lit with a dozen stars yet no Moon to complete the perfect pitcher. Outside the four walls of your house, the wind howls, rattling the dead October leaves on the three.

You turned to face him and, even now, you are mesmerized by his beauty. You can't help but imagine the curve of his lips or the crinkle at the corner of his eyes hiding behind the blank expression he wears. The last time you saw a genuine smile was when he was on tour. He called you out, saying he missed you and loved you.

You couldn't help but remember that day...

"Look at me." I say. "Look at me!"

His head turns back up at me. His eyes imitating my water ones. I hold my hand up and his eyes drag towards it before looking back at me. The expression he wears— I'm unable to tell what he's trying to show but one thing I'm sure about is guilt. Cold and unbearable guilt.

"Remember this?" The small, green gem shimmers in the silver that wraps around my finger. "Why? Why did you get this—this promise ring for me?" I hold his hand up with mine. "Why did you get these promise rings for us?"

"Please..." His bottom lip began to wobble, "Im sorry."

"That didn't answer my question." I hold my hand in my other hand, fiddling with try ring. My voice suddenly grew small. Either it was because my throat finally got tired of yelling or the truth started to settle down inside of me. "I though the reason behind this ring was a promise. A promise to never let each other down or to never give up on each other. A promise was made to never let go of each other but apparently...that promise was broken. So, there's no use in wearing these." My voice was casual. Too casual for me and him. It was hard to get the gleaming band off my finger, but with enough strength, mentally and physically, the ring was off and left in his cold hands. 

His strong cologne sent seems to despair. Now, he only smells like the beach. The fresh air and ocean. Mixed with a little detergent as well. His sent is comforting and nice, but he's still spoiled milk for you..Well that's what you think.

"Um, hey, thanks for the coffee..." He says.

"No problem. It's cold outside anyway."

The silence once used to be tender and at ease but now, it was a little uncomfortable. No matter where you two looked, everything reminded you of each other. The T.V., where you two spent hours of watching old action, horror and romantic comedy movies. With piles of snacks and empty bags of chips. And at least one round of the Pocky game. Loser had to clean up the crumbs left of the floor. His head turns for something to look at and it finds the curtains, remembering what caused you to buy new ones. Oh yeah. It was when you two where having one of those rare heated make out sessions. He pushed you against the window with his lips roughly kissing you. Your hands holding his neck, dragging him deeper into the kiss. As he pulled you up by your thighs to sit on the window cill, the curtains pulled against their wooden holder. Not a second later, the wood crakes and the curtains fall, covering the two of you in darkness in the late afternoon. A groan escaped his lips as you placed an ice pack on his head where the wooden holder hit him. You never felt so amused and embarrassed at the same time.

He tears his off to look down at the coffee in his hands. "You finally gave up the bitter coffee?"

"No," You answer, "I added a spoon or two of sugar only in your cup."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, I think I should get going. You should also go to sleep."

You bit your lip. Thinking twice before saying, "You shouldn't go out on your own. It's dark and-"

"You're not coming with me." He cuts you.

You sharply reply with a crease between your brows, "I never said I was coming with you." He opens his mouth to say something but the words don't come out. So you continue, "I was saying, you shouldn't go out on your own. Its dark, past 12 and this part of the city isn't exactly the safest part" A reason why he makes sure to check on you. "And trobling the boys would just be stupid since you're in my house. You can stay for the night and in the morning you're free to go".

He closes his eyes, leaning his body to one side. "Look, you don't have to do that."

"I wouldn't want the rest of the boys to find you and your body passed out on the street. Cut, bruised, mobbed and empty pocketed. I can't imagine what the boys would go though." You take another sip.

The faint humor eases his nerves and he lets out an airy laugh which causes you to smile into the coffee as you finish your last sip. You grab his cup of the table and walk into the kitchen to drop them in the sink. Another chilling swig of air slips under your shirt and up your spine making you shiver. Ever since he moved out, you either spent your time at your work station or at your bedroom, maybe even the coffee shop one in a while but other then that, there was nothing in between. You decided to turn off the heating everywhere in the house besides your room. There was no use for the whole house to be warm while your heart decides to stay cold. Plus, this way, you save up to a lot of money.

You didn't have a guest room because after he left, you didn't plan on anyone staying over so you turned that room into a storage room. The only person who came over was Minseo, and you were comfortable enough to let her sleep in the same bed. The furniture in the room's covered with white blankets and a layer of dust. Boxes pile around the room and there's no use in moving them for him to stay in. And there's no way on heaven, hell and earth you're going to let him in your room. You promised yourself you won't let him through the doors of your house but he's here. You promised yourself you won't let him in your room and you're hoping you don't break this promise.

Bringing one of those oversized white T-shirts you bought from the guys section, you let him borrow it for tonight, along with some pants. You go downstairs to give him an extra blanket but you find his absents in the living room. The sound of a door closing thuds through the house. Too loud. Your lips almost tugged into a smile, remembering his habit of slamming the door shut and startling himself, but the memory just reminds you of what happened months ago. And what you two are now.

When he comes back, changed into the cloths you gave him, your heart starts to turn it's back on your brain. Your hearts beats hard against your chest as you get stunned by seeing him. Stupid heart, I should have never relied on you. He looks like a model—scratch that—He is a model, with perfect features. His hair falling perfectly over his eyes and the curve of his face never looked batter. Apparently, your oversized white T-shirt wasn't so oversized for him as the shirt wrapped tightly around torso. You tare your eyes off of his toned and intimidating body. Lucky the darkness hides your tinted cheeks as you have him the Blanket. He tries to say something but again, nothing comes out. His breath is louder than yours and it fills your ears. A painful and tired sigh leaves your lips. Don't make me regret this... You make your way back to your room and slip a quiet, 'goodnight' to him.

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2/?
I'm not good at continued for short stories.
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