I apologize to AntiandDarksChild for not giving you a shoutout. The last draft was requested by them. Please forgive. This draft (I'm glad I remembered) was requested by FlexingBTS
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Am I wrong?
Was what I did not right? I shouldn't have hurt her. I was hurt by her so much, and she didn't seem to care that she did hurt me, but I shouldn't have returned the hurt.
Was she even hurt? I don't know. She sure didn't act like it.
I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe I deserve being cheated on. She only did so because I wasn't thinking of her needs. She needed to be satisfied; clearly I wasn't enough.
I thought I was thinking of her. When I first met my ex, I knew her history. She would move from guy to guy and never feel any qualm for what she did to them. She broke hearts, and she broke them well.
Then she targeted me.
The arrow went straight through.
I treated her like a queen. I spoiled her, bought her way too many sundries. I made her my world. How could she do that? Does she not feel remorse? How could I have been so stupid?
The sleeping figure next to me stirred. Namjoon moved his head from one side to the other, now facing me. He peacefully rested, something he needed and deserved. I could look at that face all day if he's let me.
I guess I'm not just straight anymore. But there's nothing wrong with that. I fell for him, regardless of his gender. He is Namjoon. I love Namjoon.
I never expected this to happen. You read books and watch movies surrounding this plot. It's strange to be in the situation yourself. It was a fun, weird, and exciting plan.
Most moments were us alone, just conversing on our next move. It didn't matter whether it was my or his house. We both grew close, close enough that I ended up spilling my entire backstory to him. And maybe a few guilt secrets too. In my defense, I was drunk.
That's the night it all started.
That's the night I fell.
Both figuratively and literally. (Again, I had a few too many beers.) I knew that, under the influence of alcohol, I'm known to get loving and clingy. The thought didn't cross my mind after the first bottle, and it was downhill from there. Namjoon can handle his alcohol extremely well. He let me stay the night after I refused to get in a cab to go home. Instead, after preventing me from eating the sidewalk outside, he carried me to his room and settled me on his bed. I asked him to lay with me, but, as he claimed when he told this story since I barely remembered it, he didn't want it to look like he took advantage of me. He's so sweet. I complained yet was too out of it to care. He told me goodnight, about to leave, but my lips caught his before he did.
Our first kiss. I don't remember it.
The next morning, I cringed at hearing about it. The fact my hangover included a splitting headache didn't help. Embarrassed, I excused myself home before he could say another word about the matter.
