Would You Rather |Jung Hoseok; Min Yoongi| [Completed]

Chapter 8

I walked aimlessly around the city streets, my mind still processing what had just happened at school and at home. Or what I thought was my home. I even waited a little bit until my mother came from work and she didn't recognise me, thought I was waiting for someone. When I asked her if she had a daughter, she replied that she had no daughters, but a single son. I didn't have siblings. I was really replaced.

I could no longer keep my tears at bay. I left them flowing down my cheeks as I dropped on my knees in the middle of the city center. It was rather late, so there weren't a lot of people who could see my messed up face or hear my faint sobs. Some people ignored me, others stopped and stared. I tore my heart to the world, crying by myself until no tears were left to shed. I crawled to the nearest wall, my knees scraping the hard ground and bleeding, while I leaned my back and head against concrete wall. I grimaced at the pain, not on my knees but the one inside my heart. I wish that no one would ever feel like I felt at this moment. It was then that I realised my biggest fear was being replaced. People really took for granted the love they were given until it gets stolen away from them.

My eyelids got heavy, my body shaking from the cold. I was wearing a skirt and a button up, nothing more, nothing less. The night had fallen and so did the temperatures. Out of nowhere I felt heat surrounding me, but I choose to ignore it, thinking it was just a warm dream trying to lighten up my mood. Soft bed sheets, gentle arms caressing my skin, covering me with a warm blanket.

Not wanting the warmth to leave me, I sleepily grabbed the hand and cuddled it between my body. A faint smile curled my lips. Whatever dream I was having, I didn't want it to leave. But alas, dreams are meant to be woken from.

I slowly opened my eyes, soft sunlight rays hitting my face. I was no longer lurking around the streets, but a warm and cozy bedroom. I looked around and found myself snuggling a hand that belonged to a sleeping man sitting beside me. I had my hands wrapped around his while the other supported his head. He was dangerously close, yet I didn't feel intimidated. His soft face would make a person instantly smile. His cute little nose was just adorably cute, I had to hold my urges to gently bop it. His lips weren't full like jimin's, but weren't as flat as Jungkook's, they were just the right size. His hair colour resembled that of dark chocolate and I didn't want somethi g more that to bury my hand through his delicate soft hair. Amusingly, even though his features were simple and gently, his jawline was sharp as a knife. Yes, I was aware that I was in a stranger's bed, but I didn't feel any dangerous vibes radiating from him. The poor man probably couldn't sleep comfortably because I decided to take his hand in my sleep. I'm surprised he didn't wake me up so he could free it.

I tried fake coughing but he refused to wake up. I coughed harder, tried calling out for him, but no reaction would follow. It was when I gently rubbed his shoulder that he finally woke up, his head suddenly falling down. It took him a moment to fully wake up, his eyes examining my face before they went wide and his whole body jerked backwards.