Bygone Stars (Jungkook X Kai X Reader)

Chapter 4

I entered my room and was about to go to sleep when someone knocked the door. I lazily got up to open it and was surprised to see Jongin. He asked me if he could come inside and I let him. I was happy to see him but at the same time my heart ached because I hurt him so much.

"Jiyeon-ah!!" he exclaimed as he cupped my face. "Are you alright? I just heard you were attacked. Are you hurt?"

He was very worried and the expression on his face revealed it. After hurting him so much, he's still worried about me. I thought he hates me now and would never speak to me again but he's such a good friend. I don't deserve him at all. I'm so bad------

I started tearing up. Tear drops trickled one by one down my cheeks.

"Jiyeon-ah? What happened? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?," he asked me with a cross between his bross. He was so worried and it was making me cry more.

"Jiyeon-ah? Are you hurt? Tell me."

I quietly sobbed.

"Why are you crying? Tell me," he asked me once again. I still didn't utter a word.

"Jiyeon-ah!! Tell me what happened. You're driving me crazy," he almost yelled.

I finally looked at him.

"Mianhae."

"Wae? (Why)" he asked.

"It's-- because-- I-- left-- you. I-- could-- have-- delayed. I'm-- such-- a-- bad-- person. You-- must-- hate me-- after-- what I-- did-- to you--," I stammered between my sobs. "Please-- forgive-- me-- Jong--------- " I burst into tears and he pulled me into a hug.

With his strong arms wrapped around me, I felt warm and protected but I couldn't stop crying. I felt bad. He caring for me right now even though I hurt him made me feel worst. I should have stayed for him. But I didn't..

I buried my face in his chest cried my heart out whispering 'sorry' every now and then. He gently brushed my hair with his hand until I stopped crying.

I slowly pulled away from him. I couldn't look at him. Couldn't look at him in the eye.

"Jiyeon-ah, look at me," he said.

"I can't."

"Wae?"

I kept mum. He held my chin and made me face him. Mixed emotions showed on his face - worry, hurt, sadness... He looked at me as if he's trying to read my face. He motioned me to sit on the bed and sat beside me. He gently held my hand, took a deep breath and looked at me again.

"You know I can never hate you."

"Neither can I."

"Yes. I was very hurt when you left. I couldn't get over mother's death so quickly. You know how much she meant to me. Even though I was against my father's wedding taking place so soon after her death, I felt happy knowing that you would be staying in the palace and I needed you by my side. You are very dear to me. I only opened up to you, shared my troubles and burdens with you. I always felt better. You would comfort me. I forgot about everything whenever I spent time with you and that made me happy. So, I needed you the most. I was hurt because you insisted on going there even though I asked you to stay several times. I knew it was important to you but you had no idea what I was going through. I didn't want to stop you anymore from pursuing your dream so I let you go. But I didn't hold any grudges against you," he said with a sad face.

I wanted to kill myself after hearing those words. I don't deserve a friend like him. I don't know what took over me and why I was so persistent to leave back then.