𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

hold me tight

**listen to hold me tight by BTS**

You sit alone. As always. Never once have you ever had someone by your side for anything. It's like there's a black void that surrounds you. It pulls you in, removing everything that keeps you company and leaves you feeling empty. Alone.

He sees you. Everyday, you sit alone. Either no-one notices or they can't be bothered to sit with you. Why? You look cute and don't look like you'll attack the hell out of someone that approaches you. He placed his bag on the floor and slides in next to you. There, now you're not by yourself.

You freeze. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Already, you've fallen for his looks. His persona is another story. He's just bad news, period. Still, he's sitting with you. An act of kindness or pity? You feel tears stinging your eyes and excuse yourself. Not bothering to gather your stuff, you sprint to the bathroom. Thankfully, it's empty. Your back slides down the wall and you start crying.

He searches for you, your bag held tightly in his grasp. Never once would he think he'd be searching for someone out of concern. Especially not you. He thought you were a guardian angel for a short period of time. You always just sat there, watching. Still he enjoyed the sight of you and the small smile you'd have on your face after eating. He hears sniffling in the bathroom beside and enters.

You stop crying, furiously wiping at your eyes. He pulls your hands down and you see that he left your bag on the counter. He embraces you, rubbing circles on your back. You hold him tightly. Right now, he's the only one that cares.

"You're not alone, Y/N. I'm here, always have been and always will."

You smile, a genuine smile and he pulls you in for another hug.

"Hold me tight, please."

You whisper in hopes that your friendship will be with the both of you for a long time.