Muse 📸 // Reader x Kim Taehyung (EDITING)

32) Perfectly Wrong

"Can we please talk?" 

Your best friend was desperate for you to comply. You could see that she had been crying. It was as if she was begging you to acknowledge her.

You were sitting in some chair in the corner of the waiting room. There were only a few strangers left in the room giving you weird looks because of all of the drama you had caused. You didn't really care about what they thought of you. Only a few particular people's opinions of you were at the forefront of your mind.

You saw her eyes. They looked broken.

As much as you still felt the pain she caused you, it didn't feel right to continue to let her suffer. It didn't feel right to continue to shut her out just as Taehyung had done to you. Even despite her low and ruthless actions, she still deserved the chance to make things right again. You wished that you could have just that chance.

You sighed, still locking your eyes with hers. She was no longer angry, just sad.

You patted the seat next to you and she almost immediately sat, throwing her arms between her knees awkwardly as she kneaded her hands together.

"Thank you for agreeing to talk to me... I'm sure you don't want to hear me out and you really have no reason to... Once again you're showing yourself to be the great person I know you are," she began, her voice hushed but heavy with emotion.

"I'm not that great anymore... Far from it actually," you admitted, looking solemnly toward the ground.

"Don't beat yourself up about this... Please... It's my fault that things got so out of hand... I was so selfish and didn't think before I acted and I'm just... s-so sorry that I put you through this. It's all my fault." With this, she threw her head down into her hands and started to cry.

Not long ago, seeing your best friend cry would've made you feel nothing considering all the tears she had caused you to shed. All the grief she caused you to endure. But now, seeing her so broken and fragile, you needed to make her feel better.

You cautiously threw a hand on her back and rubbed it gently.

You both were silent for a few moments, simply enjoying the rekindling of a distant friendship.

The more you thought about it, you couldn't remember a single time when your best friend had cried like this. A single instance where she had broken down. She had always been the one to hold you up, at least the parts that you let her. You never once thought about what she might be going through.

You were selfish.

At exactly that moment you were beginning to understand.

She stopped sobbing as your gentle touch on her back began to soothe her breathing. She pulled herself up and wiped away the tears, brushing back the hair that had stuck to her face in the process.

"I'm sorry that I treated you like crap. I have to admit that I guess I was kind of... kind of jealous. Like you never had to try all that hard.  You always did really well regardless of the effort you put in.  In school, in relationships. You literally had people fighting to be able to be around you. People that care so much about you that they're willing to scream in a public place about it. I guess I kind of felt like I was living in your shadow and that I was always the one to help you out. It kind of seemed like you were never there for me.  That maybe you just liked the attention I gave you. And maybe some of that is true, but I was wrong to think that you didn't care. I didn't even give you a chance to care. It's my fault. I constructed this image of you in my head and made myself hate it. I was wrong."