Shock [BTS X Reader]

Chapter 20: Runaway

I swiftly pack all of my belongings into my small black suitcase and check if the coast is clear.

I sprint to the elevator as quietly as I can, and press the lobby button.

It's very difficult to see with salty tears blocking my vision.

This is such an asshole move, just walking away like this?

It's for the best.

I should have never gone to Korea in the first place.

"Where are the rest of your friends? Is everything okay Miss (y/l/n)?" The lady at the front desk calls.

"Yes, I just... um... I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Have a nice afternoon then." She shrugs and returns to her computer.

The air was thick and muggy, almost unbearable in the long sleeve I was wearing.

At least it's not raining this time...

I walk down the busy street trying not to be trampled by unbothered people.

People who have no heart to ask a crying girl if she's okay.

I yank my overhead bag behind me and enter the subway station.

Hmm... there's a beach not too far from here. I guess I'll take the train and clear my head out for a bit.

I buy a ticket and board the subway.

A few people step on my feet which causes me to silently curse to myself.

How can people be so inconsiderate?

The train ride was cramped but quick, and I arrived at the oceanside station in about 10 minutes.

I sniffle and wipe my eyes as I walk down the pathway to the shore, still lugging my overhead bag.

Sand lodges into my old converse as I almost lose my balance.

I spot another figure standing near the shore, and he looks familiar.

"Jimin..?"

He turns quickly and his eyes widen.

"(y/n), what are you doing here?"

"Might I ask you the same question?"

"To clear my head." He answers.

"Me too, but I was just going..."

"Why do you have your luggage..? Are you... leaving?" Jimin asks worriedly.

"I'm sorry, Jimin. I can't express how I'm feeling right now. I need to go." I start to turn away.

"(y/n) stop." He clutches my arm.

"Jimin please." I shake away his hand and start walking faster.

Jimin tries running after me, but his foot gets caught in a mound of sand and he falls onto his chest.

"Wait... please don't go." He calls after me.

I don't stop.

I don't know why I didn't stop.

My phone violently buzzes in my jean pocket, which I assume is Taehyung.

Taehyung: Where are you? You're not in your room...

(y/n): I know, love bug. Please forgive me.

Taehyung: Wait... forgive you for what? What are you doing..?