misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Fifty One

"I'm not your boyfriend."

Seulgi felt it coming, as soon as she and Jimin walked into the door. The tension, everything. She was going to fall in.

These weren't flashes though, it was like she was experiencing it, in the moment, her heart pounding, mind racing.

"I want to break up."

Who had said it? Was it her? Or Jungkook?

Maybe she could rewind...

"I wanna break up."

Oh it was definitely her.

Something in her heart twisted; the way her heart grew numb and felt like a knife had gone right through the centre and all her love for him began pouring away like the blood from her veins.

She'd broken up with him.

The well built boy began to tear up, big, fat drops of salty water forming in the corners of his mysterious eyes. She'd never been able to figure them out. Maybe it wasn't her mission to find out how deep those eyes really go. Maybe it was someone else.

Then she started to walk away. She wasn't in control of her own limbs, she wanted to stay, she wanted to say sorry, she wanted to cry and scream and apologise. But she couldn't.

She just kept walking.

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"Oh my God-" Jimin leaped from his seat and was next to Seulgi in a fraction of a second. She was slumped in her chair, skin cold and dry, completely out.

She looks dead.

Before he could stop himself, Jimin cupped her right cheek in his hand and put his hand on her forehead.

"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispered, frozen on the sofa, unable to move.

"I-I don't know." Her neck was bent at an extreme angle and if she didn't move soon, she would wake up with a paralysed neck. He effortlessly slipped his arms under her lean frame and carried her bridal style, placing her on the sofa as Jungkook hopped out of his seat.

The brunet watched as Jimin fixed her head on a cushion and made sure her legs were in a comfortable position, in the midst of constantly checking her breath and temperature.

She's lucky she has Jimin. 

For ten minutes, Jimin walked back and forth from the kitchen to her room back to the sofa to provide her with a warm towel on her forehead and a thin blanket.

She was lying peacefully now, wrapped in a cocoon with a pale pink towel on her head.

"What now?" Taehyung asked, the first words he uttered since she passed out.

"We wait." 

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A different story this time. Jungkook had dematerialised into thin air and the tree they were under dissolved along with him.

Then wooden planks slipped themselves under her feet as dark; oak doors seemingly grew from them. Before she knew it, she was in a familiar space, and it felt comfortable.

Her apartment.

She was stood in the centre of it, two throw pillows resting neatly by the arms of the sofa, both bedroom doors wide open. A cool breeze drifted in from the slightly ajar living room window, and she felt it as if it was real. It was hard to remember that it was just a memory. One of the memories she'd lost.