Simple Things

CHAPTER EIGHT - SHE WANTS HIM

I don't know how long I've been lying in my bed.

Staring up at my ceiling, ignoring all calls, texts, basically the outside world. It's been three weeks since I found out about Lisa and Sehun's break up but that wasn't the only thing going through my head. In three months, I'll be off to do my services, for my country.

So why was I wasting time?

I broke her heart and I tore mine in the process. My whole life shattered when I watched, the love of my life walk out because I told her too. I was a coward, I was scared... I was scared to actually admit that I was afraid of change, of moving forward into the unknown.

I know what I should do, but... I'm still a coward.

She makes me smile, without meaning too. she makes me miss her, without trying. She makes me laugh when it's not funny. She's my whole world, and she's not even in it.

The songs I've written for her would never amount to how I really feel about her. I stared at all my awards and I would gladly give it up if I could have her back in my life.

She deserves more than what I can offer, and I will offer her the world if I could, but it will never be enough... I will never be enough.

We were opposites, that shouldn't have crossed each other's paths. She was loud, I was quiet, she was energetic, and I was lazy but being with her made me realize that I want to be loud with her, I want to ride on all the rides in the amusement park, as long as I am next to her.

I love her and I always will.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard banging on the front door. I reached out for my phone; it was 10 in the morning.

I don't have any schedules today... must be someone lost, I'll just ignore it.

"HYUNG WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE SO OPEN UP!"

Jimin.

What the fuck was Jimin doing here? I groaned rolling over.

I walked towards the front door, promising myself to break Jimin's hand, because the little shit, wouldn't stop banging on my door, was he planning on breaking it.

"IM COMING FOR FUCK SAKES!" I yelled finally yanking the door open, only to glare at the person who was knocking on my door, and it wasn't Jimin.

Her hand still raised in mid-air as she glared at me, and then inviting herself into my apartment, walking past me not before she bumped into my shoulder.

Fucking hell.

I stared at everyone who was standing outside my apartment.

'What the fuck,' I mouthed to my members.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok glanced at each other before looking over at the other two standing beside them. Mino, and Bobby.

All five of them looked exhausted and tired, but it still didn't explain why they were here. I moved aside, I might as well invite them in since I so politely invited the person who purposely shouldered me.

I stared at everyone as they all walked past me like zombies.

I followed after them as they all slumped on the couch, but right now my mind was preoccupied with an angry lady who stood in the middle of my lounge, tapping her foot, her arms folded against her chest, glaring right at me.

Kim Jisoo.

"Why are you here?" I asked, staring at them all, wondering why they were here, on a Friday morning, instead of...I don't know, not here.