Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 42 - Painting

Your POV

"(Y/N)."

A hand shakes my shoulder.

"(Y/N), wake up. Aren't you hungry?"

I pull my head out of the blankets, my eyes red and blotchy. I sniffle and clear my throat before moving the blankets down a tad.

"I'm not in the mood to eat."

His smile is light and comforting, as if to cheer me up. "I know you probably don't feel the best at the moment, but you can't just starve yourself. Not if you're staying here."

I roll over so he doesn't see my stinging eyes. "I'm not hungry."

"I don't care. I will pull you out of this bed forcefully if I have to. I know it's only the day after, but I promise that I will only make you feel better if you get up."

I throw the blanket and sit up quickly, glaring at him with blotchy eyes. "I said I don't want it."

His smile faded. "(Y/N), please. I know you don't feel the best right now, but please. I'll take you somewhere that won't remind you of how you feel."

"I don't want to go anywhere," I stated, biting back tears.

He grabs my hand before wiping under my eye with his thumb. It's a delicate touch.

"Namjoon, I just want to sleep more..."

He shakes his head then pulls me into his embrace. "I know how it feels to be utterly disgusted with yourself. Please don't make me watch you do what I did."

I could feel the tears before I could stop them. "B-But, what I did i-is so wrong..."

He rests his head on my shoulder and rubs soothing circles on my back. "It's okay. Just breathe and cry."

I gripped the back of his shirt before completely breaking down. I allowed my tears to flow onto his soft shirt, the cotton fabric smooth in my grip. The tears fell onto his shoulder as I sobbed, my shoulders shaking. He had stopped moving his hands. He just simply held me tight, his face in the crook of my neck.

"You know," he whispers, "you're an amazing person."

I sob bitterly onto his shoulder as a response.

"It's just, I don't know how many people would actually try to get help when they feel like this. I'm, sure as hell, not one. It's admirable."

"I just fucked someone I don't love, and I'm admirable?"

He runs a hand through my hair, holding me to his shoulder. "Everyone does things they aren't proud of. I used to fuck people I didn't love nearly every night. Then some girl decided to come into my life and tell me she doesn't like my cologne."

I chuckle a little, but the tears are still falling.

"Then she hates me the moment she hears we're partners."

"I did not."

"When we go to lunch, I kiss her and she looks appalled."

"Maybe I was," I giggled, the tears starting to fade away.

"Then we go to an amusement park and she nearly drowns, and simply cries on my shoulder after I do what anyone else would have." He smiles against my skin. "And her smile is so bright as she plays like a child."

"It's not that great," I protest, but I'm smiling against his shoulder. The tears have stopped, but I'm still gripping his shirt.

"Then she gathered a group of people who can't work together to save her brother and make them work perfectly together." He pulls away from me and looks into my eyes. "Now, she's crying onto me because she finally made a mistake. Even so, she's still perfect."