Colorless Beauty

11: I'm Sorry

"J-Jimin?" I stared at him right across from me. My eyes were beginning to tear up. He kept his smile and stood up.

"Yep! It's me, (Y/N)." He opened up his arms, gesturing for me to hug him, and I did. I got out of my chair almost instantly, and rushed into his muscular arms.

"(Y/N). Don't cry. It will make me cry." He began rubbing my back to comfort me.

"I'm sorry. I won't cry." I dug my face deeper into his chest. His scent was still the same, even if it was covered up a bit with cologne. It was really him.

I felt the class giving us glares, but I didn't care. This was the first time I had felt this happy and relieved. I felt like 100 pounds of weight had just been lifted off of my chest.

"You over there! Sit down! Class is starting!" The teacher was yelling at us.

I lifted my head from Jimin's chest, and unwrapped my arms from around him, as he did the same. We just smiled at each other, and sat down.

'I haven't felt this way in a long time.' I thought to myself as I sat down at my desk again.

. . . . .

"There she is."

'Oh. It's Jungkook and his stupid girlfriend. What are they going to do this time?'

I walked right past them as they stared me down. The rest of the kids in the hallway also did. I didn't feel nervous anymore. I was used to this. They were all trying to hold in their laughter as I walked closer and closer to my locker.

As soon as I had opened my locker, I got to see all of my belongings drenched in water.

'What the heck.'

Everyone finally released all of the hurtful laughter that they had been trying to hold in. I just ignored them and got my things for my last class, which was pretty much ruined, but I didn't care anymore.

As I shut my locker, and started walking away, Jimin suddenly came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders, trying to scare me. And it worked.

I jumped up a bit, making me drop my books onto the floor.

"Oh my gosh I'm sorry." He said super fast, kneeling down to pick up my books.

"Why are these books wet?" He asked me, looking up into my eyes. I frowned a bit, but decided to put on a fake smile. For now, I didn't want him to have to deal with my problems.

"You didn't see? I accidentally dropped them in one of the janitor's mop tubs." I lied. He began looking around the hallways.

"But I don't see any in here."

"I guess the janitor took it away." I replied.

Jimin just shrugged, and walked with me to our last class.

. . . . .

That night, when I had just finished putting my pajamas on, my phone buzzed, signalling that I had just gotten a text message. I climbed over my bed, and reached my arm over to the small table on the right of the bed.

I grabbed my phone, and looked at the screen. The name that showed up was 'Husband.'

'What? Who is this?'

I clicked on the message, and began reading the beginning.

'Hey cutie.' I immediately felt my heart beat a bit faster, but I just ignored it and continued reading.

'It's me Jimin. Don't ask how I got my number into your phone. I will never tell ;). Anyways, I'm at THAT place. Meet me here. <3'

'Why did he have to add a heart?' I sighed as I checked the time on my alarm clock. I decided to just call. It barely even rang one time, and he had already picked up.

"Hello!" He cheerfully said. I could already feel him smiling through the phone.

"Jimin, it's 9:45 at night, and I am already in my pajamas. Plus the school gates close at 10:00, so I can't go right now."

He sighed, and then began talking again.

"(Y/N)............Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassse!" I could tell he was pouting, and I could never say no to a pouting Jimin.

"........Fine.....But only for a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay! See you when you get here!" He screamed through the phone, and then hung up immediately.

I sighed again, pulling the phone away from my ear.

'I guess I don't have time to change again.'

I stood up, and walked over to the front door, slipping on my coat and Vans, and rushing out.

. . . . .

I had been sitting on the swing for about 10 minutes already. For some reason, Jimin wasn't there, even though I was pretty sure that he was already here when he called. I had tried calling and texting, but there were no replies.

'I should get back. The gates are closing soon.'

I stood up from the swing, and slowly began walking away from the place that made me happy. But something stopped me. SomeONE stopped me. The person was hugging me from behind, and I could immediately tell who it was by their scent.

"Sorry I'm late. Something came up." His voice sounded a bit shaky, but I didn't take too much notice to it. Instead, I just smiled and tried turning around so I could face him, but he wouldn't let me. I didn't know what to say.

"(Y/N)." He then paused for a moment.

"I missed you."

It only took a few seconds until my eyes began tearing up. His grip began to tighten.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbled as his face buried into the right side of my neck.

"I'm sorry you had to go through so much pain."

I felt his warm tears run down my neck, as my tears also fell from my eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner."

His words broke my heart all over again. I didn't want him to be sad.

"Jimin...." This time, he let me turn around. He let me face him.

"Jimin. What happened?" My fingers lightly brushed over the deep, bloody cut on his right cheek, and he flinched a bit, also letting out a hiss, but he faked a smile right after.

"Nothing too serious happened. It's fine, so don't worry." He tried to reassure me.

"How can I not worry?" I then grabbed his hand, making him look me straight in the eye.

"Let's go."

I pulled him away from our childhood park, and headed to the school. We were both quiet as I dragged him along with me.

By the time we were near the gate, I had realized that it was already closed.

'Crap. I thought we could have made it.'

I turned around to face Jimin again.

"What do we do now?" I asked him, but before he could even answer, I was pulled by my other hand, causing me to release Jimin's.

The person pulled me close to him, and I could feel him glaring at Jimin.

My eyes shifted upwards at the taller male. He wasn't even looking at me, but for some reason, as I looked into his eyes.......some kind of feeling sparked in me. A feeling I didn't expect to feel. A feeling I didn't want to feel.