BTS finally gets their new English tutor, Rose. She's kind and down-to-earth, but with a tough side. She's the type of girl a few of the members could fall for- and they do. Rose already has a crush on one of them, but can the others change her mind...
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Rose POV
Once the pain subsided enough, I asked Nina to take me home. We drove in complete silence. She had tried to make small talk with me in the hospital room, but after the tenth one-word answer, she finally gave up. Yes, I was a little mad at her, but I was mostly mad at myself. I had snapped at the boys. They hadn't done anything wrong. I had been mad at Nina and had taken it out on them. I'd said something that I immediately regretted. But I couldn't take it back. If I did, they might've seen a weakness. I didn't think they would be like Angie, I was 99% certain of it. But the 1% possibility was poisoning me. I hadn't thought Angie would've been like she was. How could I ever actually tell who was a good person and who was faking it... I really cared about those boys, but for some reason... I just couldn't pull them closer. They were already too close.
When I said the things I said, I saw the hurt on their faces. I shouldn't have been surprised when they snapped back. I shouldn't've been... but I was. And it hurt. And yet, I still couldn't say I was sorry. I hated myself. I hated how I was. I had had plenty of great friends before, and now I had Nina, Julie, and a small handful of people back home. But somehow, I had managed to let Angie completely ruin me for all possible friendships in the future. I wouldn't blame them if they never talked to me again. Hoseok and Namjoon had already texted me, though I couldn't bring myself to reply.
I knew I had done wrong, but that didn't stop my chest from tightening or my throat from clenching every time I thought about apologizing. I didn't have a problem with apologizing for most things, but I was afraid that if I apologized this time, they would try to get closer. They would try to find out why I acted like that. And the thought of them finding out... and treating me with kid's gloves, pitying me... I hated that thought. We arrived back home and Nina silently helped me with my crutches. She helped me make my way up the stairs and to my bedroom. My knee was still weak so she helped get me changed into pajamas.
As I settled myself into bed, Nina came back with a bottle of water and a pain pill the doctor had given me. She set them down on the bedside table. I could've easily passed out at the hospital, but the thought of waking up in that stark, white room again freaked me out. I was done with hospitals if I could help it. Nina walked to the door.
"I'm sorry." I said, embarrassed. "For everything today—for ruining the park, for getting mad at you, for yelling at them. I'm sorry for shutting down again. I—I don't know how you put up with me." And I really didn't. Any reasonable person should be able to recognize how screwed up I was and would be smart enough to get the hell outta Dodge. And yet, she always stuck around. And I was so grateful for it.
Nina turned to me, smiling. "Girl, you know I wouldn't have it any other way. I'll always be there. I'm your friend." She started to close the door. "And they are too." And then the door was closed. I heard her footsteps fade down the hallway. That bitch... she always gets the last word. And she's always right...
