Take it SERIOUSLY! (Sequel) || BTS x READER [COMPLETE]

14. Kept

Suga's POV

I layed down on my bed texting Jin. He's probably doing the same in his room but texting me. You see, theres a secret behind all the things I did to her.

When I first saw her, she seemed like all the other girls. When I boarded the plane, I saw her looking at the album.

She looked extremely calm cleaning our dorm, I really wanted to help her, but at the same time I didn't. There was something mesmerizing about her.

Okay, straight to the point. I like her. I bullied her because I like her. I know, I was childish, stupid, and an idiot.

After she left the practice room, me and the others immediately got into an argument about why she left. I felt extremely guilty and regret filled my heart.

After a few days, Sehun managed to text us that (y/n) was with them. An idea popped in my head at that time and the others seemed happy about it.

The plan is really simple though. We know that she would be going to the concert because she was with EXO.  Ask if they could take a few minutes at the end of the concert. If they say yes, create a nice and calm vibe, say sorry and hope she comes back to being with us. If no, wait until the concert ends and say sorry then.

The way everything went was successful and it really relieved me, but now, I don't know what to do. I started to warm up to her, but I couldn't talk to her properly.

Me and Jin hyung talked in my room about 'her' and he kept repeating that I should tell her. I really didn't know what to do. I couldn't just tell her I like her after everything that I've done to her!

Namjoon called us for dinner right in time, before I lost my temper. Jin hyung was nice to talk to but sometimes he could be too persuasive. Thats why I only talk to him sometimes. Most of my feelings would be buried deep in my heart; in a place that only I know. 

When I saw (y/n) on the couch, I decided, getting close to her before I confess. I don't know if that would hurt more of not, but does it really matter to me?

She was texting Xiumin. My eyes widened at their topic, I panicked and got flustered, so I grabbed her phone from her hand and acted cool.

She didn't seem to mind that much, but I gave it back to her anyways.

She heard our conversation. She heard it but she doesn't know who we were referring to. I sighed in relief, finding that out, grabbing the TV remote and switching the TV on.

"Do you think I don't know who you're referring to?" Her fingers crawled up my arm, as she faced me, kneeling on the couch.
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