Why Am I Not Enough? - p.j.m

why am i not enough? - d . y

Da Yeons P.O.V

"I still can't believe you said you fell down from a flight of stairs." Jimin rolled his eyes.

"It's fine. I didn't want to make anything sound worse." I sighed, unbuckling my seat belt.

"Thank you for today though," I huffed out, "It has definitely been one of my better days."

But before I could open the car door, Jimin grabbed my wrist, gulping.

I looked at his wrist, then traced back to his face, his eyes which were avoiding mine.

"Stop going back... To him." He hesitantly said, and I slowly peeled his hand off of mine.

I couldn't leave Yoongi.

I don't know why.

I'm hung up on him.

"Thank you for the ride, Jimin." I softly said, quickly leaving the car.

I left Jimin there, in disappointment.

And when I was at my doorstep, he still stared at me, with that innocent look.

I waved, and he did too.

I didn't know how to appreciate him, even when I knew how nice he was.

(SKIP)

"Babe, you keep saying you're busy," Yoongi whined.

"Y-Yea, I've been, quite a bit." I lied.

I kept telling him that I was busy and couldn't go to his place after school, because I knew what was his plan.

"You're not giving me time," He frowned, "Do you love me?"

Quickly, I nodded, muttering an "I do"

I do?

I do.

"Anyways, I bought you some chocolates," Yoongi showed his gummy smile as he passed me a box of chocolates, "It's your favourite."

Every time I question myself, he does something so lovey dovey to me and makes me fall for him again and again.

But was it real love?

I kept doing so much for him... Things I never wanted to do so quickly with him.

"T-Thanks, I-I really don't know what to say..." I stammered, and then he laughed.

He took the box, then put it in my locker, before closing it.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"We still have a little time before classes start," Yoongi said, moving closer to me.

And I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Yoongi, we're in school." I reminded, yet he continued, holding my waist.

"But it's been so long," He remarked, holding my chin, looking dead into my eyes.

"That doesn't mean we can just screw around in school. Anyone can catch us." I swear, I almost threw a fit.

"No one will catch us, trust me." Yoongi assured.

He was so persistent, that I just had no choice.

(SKIP)

Walking into class, I felt so gross.

And so, violated.

I made sure that my attire was prim and proper, that my hair was neat so that it doesn't look like it was just yanked by anyone.