My Mafia Boy ✔

6 - 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼?

'Hana's P.O.V'

The halls are quiet, but my head isn't

"I would give my life for you"

My footsteps echo off the walls as I walk aimlessly, trying to shake the words that won't stop spinning in my mind

Every time he says he'd die for me it feels like he's already halfway gone

like he's decided his life isn't worth more than the idea of protecting me and I hate that I hate it

I don't want his death I never asked for that kind of love

Why do I never know what to say when he says things like that? why does it shut me up? why does it-

I clench my fists feeling the heat rising to my face. I'm not crying but I'm furious with him, with myself and with how helpless it makes me feel

"I never wanted that kind of devotion" I mutter "I wanted someone to live with me, not die for me"

And just as I start walking again slam

A hard shove hits me from behind, my balance is gone before I can even gasp

My knee smacks the floor and palm scrapes against the rough tile, pain flashes hot

"What the hell?"

My hands sting and a sharp ache runs up my knee

But that's not what freezes me

It's the feeling, that wrong feeling

Like something just slipped past me without making a sound, without shifting the air, without breathing

I always notice people even before they speak or move, I could grasp the energy, weight, presence

I slowly push myself up still stunned, eyes darting around. The hallway is still mostly empty, just rows of lockers and humming lights and

Then I see Yoongi behind me laughing

please spare me namjesus