Chapter 16: "Ignore but not forget."

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"I don't need a boyfriend if I got 7 dorks that I'll love until the end of the world."

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Fumbling with the keys of your house, you suddenly remember that you put it in the pocket of your bag. Now that made you think, with all that running, you forgot what was happening and just ran to let out your feelings. Memories suddenly flash back and you shake your head, trying to remove every single one of it. It had was hard for you to cope because of what Seungcheol admitted to Eunji. Clenching your fists, you smack yourself on the inside as you can't forget the confession that he did,

"It's because I'm still her guardian."

You groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose, stress hitting you like a storm. And once the dreaded realization came into your mind that you can't remove what happened, you want to just curl up in a ball and stay at the door of your house, crying your eyes out because of the mess that happened. Gritting your teeth, you clasp the strap of your backpack as you took a deep breath before entering your home, shutting the door with a loud bang!

"Miss Y/N! Why were you so late? Your mother and father are worried about you-"

"Please leave me alone." You politely said, restraining to snap at your maid before making your way towards your room, each footstep echoing in the halls of your mansion. Sleep might help remove the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach right? Even for just a few minutes.

Slamming your bedroom door shut, you break down immediately and curled up into a ball, frame leaning against the door as you cried your heart out. You hold your chest as it painfully ached, no matter how much you told your heart to stop loving that despicable man...it was too stubborn and never listened to your orders. "Why does it hurt so much? I cannot love him anymore for all the pain he put me through. But why do I still love him?" Vague memories echoed in the corners of your mind as you sobbed more, the emotions bottled up inside you opening in a snap.

You loved Seungcheol with all of your heart, he was the first person who actually took time to look over your sassy and flirty extrerior and got to know to real you. That's why you became so clingy to him, and well, affectionate. The words he says to you is something that litterly persuades you to care for him, and every touch his does to you makes your heart want to explode. He was your first love. And that was why you got so jealous over the fact that he took interest over a nerd.

You were pretty. I mean, you weren't like those people who have no confidence in themselves, you still have a little bit of bashfulness over your looks. But you guessed that Eunji was something to make him be like this.

"Y/N?"

Ears perking up at the voice of your mother, you cleared your throat before croaking out in an audible voice. "Yes mother?"

"Are you crying? We came early to surprise you but then our maids just tell us that you were a mess when you came here, not to mention that you came late. Can you open the door, we can talk about it you know?" You gulped slightly at your mother's soft voice, you really thought that she was going to get angry at you because you were late.

"You're not angry because I was late?" You say, pure disbelief masking the statement. "Why?"

"Open the door first Y/N and then we'll talk. I'm worried about you, even though I was always busy but I love you with all of my heart and please remember that I'm doing this for you."

Making your final decision, you stand up properly and open the door slightly, looking directly at your mother's eyes. "Mom..." You said before opening the door quickly and burying your face in her arms, relishing the comfort that only a mother could give. "Please give me comfort. I just don't know what to do right now. I'm so confused." You hiccup slightly as warm tears emerged from your eyes again, letting out your emotions to the one that raised you.

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