More than meets the eye | BTS (J.JK) x Reader

Chapter 13

Your point of view:

I hear Jimin's voice as I pour myself coffee, hoping to chase away the tiredness of last night.

I walk into the rooftop terrace and see him talking on the phone.

I sit at the table, the mug in my hands and wait for him to finish which he soon does.

He sits next to me, "Did you have a good night? Did you sleep well?"

I'm surprised by his question as I was expecting everything but this, "What?"

"No because I didn't. See I kept thinking why would Eun Ji leave like that without an explanation, not telling me whether she's home or not."

"I..."

"So, what's your excuse? Tell me I'm waiting."

"I wasn't feeling well..."

He chuckles at my words, "Not feeling well, really? Is that why you went clubbing?"

"I... Jimin I..."

"You... you... you what?!!" he asks raising his tone.

I want to tell him but I know I can't. How could I tell him his best friend whom he's living with humiliated me, and worse, that I was heartbroken seeing him with a girl. No, I just can't say anything.

"I'm truly sorry Jimin."

"So this is all you have to say? That you're sorry? Well not as much as I am..." he stands from his seat, "You have no idea how much you disappointed me, I thought you were better than this... Ditching the charity event to go to a club, leaving the others to worry. I guess I don't know you as much as I thought I did..."

I feel my eyes watering hearing him say these words and my heart shatters a bit more.

I can't even pronounce a word or my tears will fall.

"So you really have nothing to say?" he asks with a cold tone.

The lump forming in my throat keeps me from saying anything.

"Fine." he adds, seeing as I'm not answering.

He leaves and as soon as he is out of sight my tears fall.

I think I've never cried this often in my life than since I moved in here.

I sweep them away with my hands and take a deep breath trying to regain my thoughts.

When I look up I see Jungkook on his terrace, looking at me.

*How long has he been there? Did he hear it all?*

He just keeps on staring, not saying anything and anger comes running through me, remembering what he said.

I send him a death glare and go to my room.

Later this day I see my friend walking down the stairs and I call his name, "Jimin!"

I smile shyly to him when he looks at me but he doesn't answer and just leave the penthouse.

*Why do I feel like I'm doing everything wrong?

Am I the problem?

Please Jimin don't turn your back on me.

Not you too...*

~.~

What's worse than drinking your feelings?

Oh yeah, do it by yourself.

I'm feeling pathetic right now.

I need a drinking buddy so I decide to call Jimin.