He Submits [BTS Fanfiction] √

XXXIV

Chapter Thirty-four

I still had so much tears to cry, what the hell?

Buong gabi kahapon ay wala akong ginawa kung hindi ang umiyak lang, nasundan pa iyon kinaumagahan at heto na naman ako umiiyak na naman.

Wow, girls who had been hurt by Jimin would seriously build a club to celebrate my misery or even run a feast for this—making all the people who hated me to join.

Sa nanginginig na mga labi at wala pa ring tigil na mga luha ay nilingon ko ang direksyon kung saan itinapon ni Jungkook ang phone niya. Hindi iyon nagkapira-piraso pero dahil sa branding noon ay nasisiguro ko nang nasira iyon.

The sender of the video, like Jimin said, was still out for us. Hindi naman niya kami ginugulo ni Jimin, he didn't show himself to do anything that annoyed us but what he did, what he had been doing was seriously beyond annoying. Aside from I was sure that he was after Jimin and I, it was also clear that he was up for ruining Jungkook and Jimin, or even the whole BTS.

For what? I didn't know.

Bakit ba hindi na lang siya magpakita at harapin kami? Sabihin niya sa amin kung anong problema niya sa amin! Tell us what he wanted from us! Dahil sa mga oras na ito, wala akong ibang gustong gawin kung hindi ang gumawa ng paraan para mapalabas siya at patayin siya, for real.

Could I really afford to kill? Dammit, nasisira na ang buhay ko! At hindi ko maipapangakong makakapagpigil ako oras na malaman ko kung sino ang sender na iyon!

What if hindi si Jungkook ang huling taong padadalhan niya ng video? What if he would also send my father? Then I wouldn't really think twice to kill.

Bumuntong-hininga ako, pinigil kong mas humikbi pa dahil wala nang magagawa kung iiyak pa ako. Iyon na nga e. Wala akong magawa dahil hindi naman namin siya kilala. Malakas ang laban ng kung sinumang iyon sa amin dahil protektado siya ng pagtatago niya.

I should be good to myself now that bad things couldn't seem to live my life alone. Hindi kami magkasundo ni Jungkook pero hindi ko ginustong saktan siya, God knew how it felt very painful deep within me. Hindi ko siya gustong saktan sa ganitong paraan. I knew, this felt for him like Jimin betrayed him as I rejected him once again, that was a double-kill. Hindi ko na alam kung matatapos pa ba ang lahat ng ito, ni hindi ko alam kung bakit nagkaganito ang lahat.

I could afford to always fight with Jungkook, mas gugustuhin kong parati siyang galit sa akin at parati kaming nagbabangayan dahil mas masakit ang ganito, mas masakit ang lahat ng ito.

I was in the middle of pathetically gawking at the ruined phone while still crying so hard yet so silently when I heard calm and slow footsteps coming my way, it was syncing dramatically with how my heart was slowly pacing. Bringing myself to look, I turned my head only to see Jackson's shy demeanor slowly walking towards me.

It refreshed me again seeing how he had his eyes staring intently yet shyly at me while having his head a little down. His presence somehow made everything so light, as if he could still freaking stay the same even in the middle of my vulnerability and misery.

Funny but that was the sad truth.

Not because I was miserable, not because it felt like the world was taking a toll on my life meant everyone would feel the same. Not because I was being pampered and treasured meant no one could hurt me, every little thing could.

Pinapatunayan ngayon sa akin ng buhay na hindi ako prinsesa, hindi habang-buhay ay papabor sa akin ang lahat ng mga nangyayari o baka naman tapos na iyon, kailangan ko namang harapin ang hard side ng buhay.

Of course, I could face it, I just didn't want other people getting involved in my misery. I wanted both Jimin and Jungkook to be out, that if only I could just put them both into a safe glass to protect them from my karma, then I would. Isasama ko na rin si Daddy at Ate Milan, ang mga kaibigan namin, at maging ang lahat ng mga taong nasasaktan na rin sa lahat.