ALONE IN THE RAIN ✓

Chapter 17: The Explanation

"You've done something terrible," Namjoon said, patting my shoulder. "You really think that you're gonna be forgiven?"

I covered my face with my hands as if I was about to cry. "Why do I always have you in my dreams? Why can't I have you in real life?"

"Because it's our fate. We're not meant to be together. You know that, right? You're hiding behind a mask. A mask of your own fears," He said as he was coming closer, tapping me on the head. "Open your eyes. Time to wake up."

I tilted my head.

He tapped my head again, shouting as if I was deaf. "You're just dreaming! Wake up, Y/N!"

I tried to open my eyes, feeling the heat of the sun on my skin.

Last night, I came to Hoseok's to visit him, but that's not all, because I'm sure that something must've happened.

I sat up on the bed, noticing that Iwas naked.

After a few seconds, I jumped out of the bed, putting on my clothes, massaging my forehead. "What has happened to me?"

Suddenly, remembering last night, caused me a headache, forcing me to lose my balance.

As I was covering my face with my hands dying in pain, I could hear Hoseok talking to someone on the phone.

"He has just disappeared, again? What do you mean?" Hoseok asked, taking a deep breath. "I'm fine. We're fine."

He remained silent for a second, listening to that person on the phone. "Don't worry. She's with me."

He raised up his voice. "Well, fuck school!" He took a deep breath. "I know, Her parents have called me like ten times. I told them that she was with me."

I coughed unwantedly, letting Hoseok know that I was awake, hearing him out this whole time.

"Call you later." He hung up the phone, entering the bedroom in a rush as his hand was still on the knob, staring at me while I was on my knees, covering my face with my hands.

He came towards me, lending me his hand, wanting me to stand up.

"What have you done to me?" I asked, firmly.

"Listen, last night, I really needed you and I was—"

"Get to the point!" I shouted.

He remained quiet.

"Don't tell me that we—"

"We did." He replied, cutting me off.

I slapped him.

"What are you, huh?" I shouted. "Why, Hoseok? Tell me, what has turned you into this wild animal?"

I raised my hand to slap him again, but he pushed me to the bed as he was taking off my clothes.

I was screaming, punching his chest continuously, but I was weak.

Suddenly, something falshed back in my head. It was Seokjin's words. 'You are weak. I hate to see girls like you!'

Maybe he was right. I... I am weak.

I couldn't do anything, so I decided to let go of myself.

Now that Namjoon's gone again and he's not coming back, it makes no difference to me to live in paradise or to live in hell.