Imagines • BTS

KNJ7

Imagine...

"Namjoon." you run after him.

His tall figure continues to walk, ignoring you as if you don't exist.

"Namjoon!" you call his name one more time, getting other people's attention instead.

He finally stops but only to spit the chewing gum that was in his mouth in the trashcan.

You take this opportunity to run faster so you can catch him before he continues to walk away. 

You grab his arm, and he looks at you, pissed off that you are interrupting his thoughts.

"Why did you throw my gifts away?" you say.

You aren't sad or in pain, you are just angry. You saved up money for days to buy him gifts but it only took him a second to throw them away.

"The book and chocolate were yours?" he asks and you nod your head.

"I heard you like to read books and eat sweet food." you explain but he only scoffs.

"Are you stalking me now?" he says and your cheeks turn bright red.

"How long has it been?" he asks, raising the tone of his voice.

You clench your fists, , fighting the urge not to slap him across the face.

You can see people staring at you from the corner of your eyes.

"When are you going to stop?" he sighs and you close your eyes. 

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry

You let go of Namjoon's arm, hoping that he would walk away but he doesn't even move an inch.

"I'm sorry. My girlfriend gets mad and jealous every time I receive gifts from other girls." his voice turns soft and your eyes widen when he mentions the word 'girlfriend'.

"It's hard for me to cheer her up, and I really don't want to lose her." he says and his hand pats your shoulder.

Half of him feels guilty for treating you so badly, but the other half of him is too busy thinking about the girl he loves.

He walks away without saying goodbye, leaving a shocked you behind.

Damn, that hurt like hell.

You chuckle humorlessly as you watch him walk away from behind.

Why is everything you want so far out of reach?