You changed me [P.J.M]

Chapter 29: Suffering

*Yura's P.O.V*

"Jagiyah! Could you please stop for awhile and let me explain?" A hand wrapped around my arm, holding me back as a pleading Jimin came into view. I scoffed. This boy has been playing with me for almost a month, and he expects me to forgive him.

"There's nothing to explain, Park Jimin." Pushing him aside, I continued to walk out of school. Again, he stopped me.

"Please, you have to listen to me."

"Listen to what? Your honey-coated tongue doing its trick? Go to hell." My eyes were burning, it's obvious they were red.

"Please!!" Jimin begged once again. Seeing his face angers me. How can I know whether he's true to me or not? Sure, I believed he really loved me but after hearing that, everything seems to be different. Is Jimin just asking for forgiveness for the sake of himself? Is he telling the truth? These questions bombard my mind like no tomorrow. It frustrates me. What frustrates me more is the fact that Jimin even agreed to this stupid bet.

"For the last time, get out of my sight." I growled, losing my patience by tolerating with his pleas. Jimin looked at me with grief-filled eyes for a few seconds before sighing in defeat.

"Alright. I'll let you cool down first."

"Cool down? Cool down?! How am I to cool down Park Jimin? Am I some toy that gets heated up and has to wait until it 'cools down' before you can play with it again?!" Jimin only looked at me, tears coating his eyes. Only that this time, I didn't really care whether he was about to cry or not.

"This is the first and last time I'm saying this to you. Get out of my sight." I pushed him away again, stomping out of school.

Maybe they call this love, or cruel guilt that once I was out of the school's sight, everything started coming back to me. I took back what I said. I do want to see him again. I do want to hear him. But my head says no. Conflicted inside out, I screamed before dropping to the ground, hugging my knees together as I started to cry.

"He played me. He played me.." I whispered to myself. This only added on to my anger, the guilt washing away once again.

When I got home, first I received weird stares from my parents before they started chiding me.

"Just because you are rich does not give you the right to skip school!" My mom yelled at me from the kitchen while my dad seems to be busy looking into something.

"Just leave me alone!!" I fought back, stomping up the stairs before my father shouted for me to come back down.

"What is this?" A picture was tossed to my face. At first, it made me want to slap him right there. But when I examined the picture, I knew it wasn't right to be angry at him.

"What is this?!" His voice boomed across the whole house. Eomma came from the kitchen, frowning at the commotion before picking up the picture that fluttered to the ground. She gasped. My blood was draining slowly from my face.

It was a picture of me and Jimin walking back from the cinema. This was a memory. A memory that made my anger grow and my heart squeeze. It was all fake.

"DID I NOT TELL YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THAT BOY?! Instead, you go out with him!! I'm guessing why you ran back home crying was thanks to his infidelity then?!" My dad pointed towards the picture, still fuming over the issue.

"Yeobo--"

"Not now!"

"JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I hate it when they tell me what to do and what not to do. I hate it when they try to control my life. And I hate it when they want to force me into a marriage I know I will hate. Even if it's not mentioned, I'm pretty sure they'll break the news to me as soon as I graduate.