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

Chapter 44 - Perfect

Your POV

I was in a horrid mood when I woke up the next day. The bruises on my neck hadn't faded in the slightest, I still had incredibly intense dark circles, and I looked absolutely sickly. I tussled my hair in the mirror before walking out so I wouldn't have to keep looking. I pull a sweatshirt over my head, one given to me by Namjoon. I walk out of the bedroom he gave me, rubbing my eyes. He looks up from the kitchen counter, covered head-to-toe in flour. He looked sheepishly up at me, his brown eyes looking confused.

"I have literally no idea what happened."

I put a hand to my mouth as I smile before breaking out in laughter. I laugh madly at the scene, clutching my sides as I shake.

"I was trying to make cookies so you would feel better, but that clearly didn't happen."

I walk slowly over as the laughs keep resurfacing when I see him. "This is so much better!"

He looks at the flour at his feet and bends over, picking it up. "Then it was a success. Can you get me the broom from my pantry?"

I nod as I keep giggling, going over to the pantry. I grab a broom from it and return to him. I hold it out to him, and he looks at me a little bit like I'm crazy.

"Seriously? I have to clean this up before I get a shower?"

My smile hasn't faded as I shrug. "It's up to you."

He shakes his head as he grabs the broom. "You should be so happy I'm a good host."

"I am."

Then I skip to my room. I pick up my phone with a smile. I sit on my bed and play on it as I hear the shower run. I see a new notification, then my smile falls.

1 unread message from BikerBoy.

I open the text, then my heart completely falls.

Text chat:

BikerBoy: You know what? If you're not even going to reply, then don't bother. You were a waste of my virginity and my time. Our friendship is worth nothing now, isn't it? That's fine, just don't come to me ever again. I won't help you. Don't worry, though. I won't ask you for help either. (Read-11:34am)

The phone drops into from my hand with a loud clatter. Tears are falling before I can stop them. I had ruined everything we'd built because I was stupid.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Namjoon asks, standing in the doorway. His hair is still wet and he has shorts and a t-shirt on as if he had just gotten out of the shower. He notices my tears and runs over immediately, sitting next to me and hugging my shoulders tightly.

"S-Suga..."

He shushed me quietly, squeezing me tighter. "It's okay."

"B-But, I'm just so stupid. I ruined everything. We were going just fine until I fucked it up. I'm so stupid, so worthless, and I can't do anything right."

"No, that's not true. You know this."

"No, Namjoon. It is true. I'm always such a fucking moron. It's no wonder I'm always getting into shit. It's karma. It's always karma."

He pulls away, gripping my shoulders. "(Y/N), stop."

"Stop what?" I asked, looking into his eyes. "Stop telling the truth? I've done horrible things, Namjoon. To people and friends. It's logical that I deserve this, deserve this hell, deserve this pai--"

His lips landed on mine so fast that I didn't know what to do. I gripped his shirt as the tears kept falling, but there was a delicacy in the kiss, a tenderness in his lips that tasted of mouthwash. Even though I still felt utterly worthless and, well, crappy, to say the least, it was like he was telling me I was wrong without words.

When he pulled back, I could feel the blush on my cheeks as he looked at me with half lidded eyes.

"You are not worthless. You are worth more than you could ever know, to everyone around you. You deserve the world, not pain or misfortune. So what you made mistakes in your past? Everyone makes mistakes in their life."

"But, Namjoon..."

"No. There's nothing you can say to argue with me. I love you, okay? I wouldn't love someone worthless who deserved misfortune and the whole nine. Someone who isn't a beautiful, amazing human being could make me love them after all of the shit I've gone through in regards to love."

I hold his hands as I cry, tears falling onto his hands on my cheeks. "You chose the wrong person."

He brushes my cheek with his thumb. "I chose the most perfect person. That's who I chose. Stop feeling so down, please."

I pull away from his hands. "But I'm far from perfect. I'm a useless waste of space who lets stupid confusion get in the way of anything useful."

"(Y/N), do you like me too?"

I freeze at his words. "I-I... I don't know!"

He smiles lightly. "I'm going to call Jungkook and have him pick you up, okay?"

I sniffle and nod, knowing full well I need only one person right now, one person I had refused to go to. He pats my shoulder before leaving the room. I can hear his muffled speech as he talks. I wipe my eyes on my sleeve and sniffle again, keeping the snot from running down my face. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, but the want to cry is still there.

He comes back into the room. "He's on his way. Don't worry, he's not mad. Said he'll do something for you."

I smile at him as I nod. He offers his hand to me without needing a verbal response, of which I take. He wraps me with his arm as he takes me to the couch. We sit together, not saying a single word. He just rubs my shoulder and gives me the comfort of a friend, even when he confessed. He didn't overstep his boundaries at all, just waited patiently for Jungkook to arrive.

When the intercom buzzed, Namjoon patted my shoulder and got up. He buzzed Jungkook in and told him what to do to reach the floor, including give him a code. It was only a few more minutes before I saw Jungkook step through the elevator, concern the only sight on his features. As his eyes landed on me, tiny and balled up on the couch, the concerned look only increased. He walked over and sat next to me, putting an arm around me and pulling me close. He rests his chin on my head. He didn't ask about the hickeys or why I was in the state, he just pulled me close as softly as he could.

"It's okay, (Y/N)," he whispered soothingly, his smooth voice coming from on top of my head. "We'll get a break from all of this."

I nod. He helps me stand up, keeping hold of my hand. I smile a small smile at Namjoon as we pass, and he nods to me.

"Be safe, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper, unable to make my voice louder.

~~~~~

"I bought the train tickets," Jungkook says, holding a packet of paper. "Are you packed and ready to go?"

I hold the suitcase's handle. "Yeah. I'm ready."

Jimin gives me a hug, smiling. "I hope you guys have fun. Text me and tell me everything once you get back, okay?"

He also hadn't asked about the hickeys, almost as if he could sense that I would break down if he did.

I smile at him. "Of course. Thanks for holding down the fort for us."

He nods before he and Jungkook hug. Then Jungkook grabs my hand and we leave, going to visit our hometown as a good way to have a break from the drama of Seoul.

To Daegu, we went.

I finally got to where I wanted and I'm so freaking ecstatic! The book will actually be coming to a close soon, but all of you must wait to see exactly how... I'm so excited! Sorry it took so long to update, also with a short chapter, but I was trying to write elements that would no longer work. There was gonna be a Namjoon smut, but instead, you got his sweet words and kind actions. I hope that works for you guys!

Also, I really wish brothers were actually like Kookie, because my brother is seriously just an ass! If any of this happened, he wouldn't try to understand shit, just lecture after lecture as he cared.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'll see you in the next one! Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!