beneath the surface | bts

chapter 4.

author's note:

warning!
 the gif above can cause heart failure, sweats,
excessive fangirling and possible melting
 of every limb of your body. stare at it at your own risk

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           The morning breeze felt relaxing as it hit my cheek. I let out a small satisfied sigh as I sat on the rooftop, facing the sky, my head leaning against the fence. The rooftop had become my spot, where I could be alone and relax without having to worry about keeping up the cheerful surface. It had become quite tiring to be always self-conscious about whether my uniform was covering my bruised skin or constantly having to retouch my make up in certain places were the bruises were getting darker. 

           I slowly stood up and turned to the fence, leaning against the net and observing all the people walking inside and outside the school building. It had been 3 days since I last saw Jeongguk or any other member of BTS. Given the fact our schedules were different, and they had work at Big Hit, I wasn't expecting any different.

           Yes, you were, you want to see him again.

           I don't want to see him again. The days are going great without him here.

           No, they aren't. He was the first to make you smile after your father left.

            I smile, every day. Everyone sees it.

           Yeah, but he was the only one who realized that smile was fake.

           Still, I have Minhee, and my classmates are all nice to me.

           That's all great but you don't trust them. You still keep that fake cheerful smile towards them. Deep down you know all of them will leave you like your father did.

           And how is Jeongguk any different?

           He isn't. But you still trust him, don't you?

           I don't-- I can't.

           You do, and you'll keep on trusting him, because you know he was the only one who cared, even if only for a few moments that night. You need him, can't you realize that?

           "I don't need him!"

           Shouting at the top of my lungs suddenly ceased the sound of my conscience's voice that had kept arguing with me these last few days. But, as the words echoed through the air, it felt wrong, like they weren't meant to have escaped my lips. I let out a deep sigh, resting my forehead against the uncomfortable fence, eyes closing as my fingers gripped the net. 

           "Whom do you don't need?"

           I jumped in surprise at the unfamiliar voice. When I looked at the source of it, I found one of the BTS members, a few meters behind me, an expression of curiosity on his face. 

           "God, you scared me!" My hand resting on my chest felt the beating of my heart slowly, but surely, return to its normal pace. It was the second damn time these boys scared the hell out of me and it was getting less amusing than the first time.

           "I'm sorry but you scared me too with all your yelling." He said with a grin on his full lips, sliding his hands into the pockets of the school uniform's pants as he took a few steps to get a bit closer to where I stood.