A Promise: BTS X READER

Part 20

You stayed in the stall for thirty more minutes. Within that time, a few people came in and out. And you, well, you cried, sniffled, and thought. You didn't even care what they might think of you. This was the only place you could ensure no one talking to you or recognizing you. You needed to be alone. And you needed to get your brain in the proper mindset before meeting with this bitch. God knows what you'd do to her if this wasn't such a public place.

You wipe your nose on some toilet paper and flush it down the toilet before leaving the stall. You wash your hands, dry them, and smooth out your hair and clothes. You hope you don't smell too much of public restroom. At the end, however, this is not for looking presentable to your stalker. It's more so for you -- to look normal even if inside you feel all kinds of messed up. You stare into the mirror for a moment more and then walk out of the bathroom, sliding the straps of your purse onto your shoulder. Your phone is in your hand with its ringer on should anyone try to message you. The messages from Jimin remain unread, though you know they're there. If you're to remain sane during this meeting, refraining from reading the messages is in your best interest.

You step onto the escalator and watch as the first floor sinks below you. 'What will this girl look like? Why didn't she meet up with me before when she had the chance? I wouldn't have even recognized her anyway.' You step off as you reach the second floor. You walk past a few shops and soon find yourself at the foodcourt. You buy a shake and sit at a table. You may not have a clue as to how she looks, but she does as to how you do. She'll come to you. No need to get up or move.

Sure enough, half an hour later, a girl walks up and sits at your table. She has long black hair, big brown eyes, a slim face, and plump lips. "Are you her?" You ask, looking her up and down. She's wearing pumps, a short pink skirt, and a tight white T-shirt that's tucked into the skirt.

"Yes. Do you know why I'm here? What I want to talk about?" She asks sternly as she sits down.

"Yes. You want me to introduce you to Jimin."

"Good." She crosses her legs under the table and scoots her chair in.

"But what makes you think I'll do it? Why should I?" You give her dagger eyes.

"Multiple reasons." She puckers her lips and pulls out a lip gloss and swipes it on.

"Such as? Name one. I bet you I can refute everything you throw at me."

"One: I know him better than you. I can take better care of him. I have so many similarities to him."

"You can't say you know him if you've never spoken to him. And even if you do know some things, that doesn't mean you know the important things. And you certainly don't know everything."

"Second: I'm prettier. Jimin deserves someone as attractive as him to be by his side."

"Oh yeah? Then why is it me that's at his side? ... or was..."

"What do you mean was?" She leans in.

"It doesn't mean anything."

"Oh, yes it does. Could it be that he's already cast you aside?" She laughs.

"No! I chose to leave his side to protect his image from the likes of you and anyone else like you." You immediately wish you hadn't said anything.

"Oh, I see." She scoffs. "Well, if you can't stay at his side through something small like this, that proves how worthless you are to him. I'd never leave his side. Besides, I'd never be caught as his girlfriend in the first place. No one would ever suspect anything."

"That's it. I'm done with this bullshit. I'm not with him anymore. You should be satisfied with that." You push your chair back and get up, slamming your hands on the table.

She gets up too, "But that's the thing -- I'm not." She pulls out her phone and shows you the screen, revealing more unposted pictures of you and Jimin. "And as long as you keep me and Jimin apart, I'll keep posting these. One by one. If it doesn't catch on that way, I'll start sending them to Korean and American news stations and gossip sites. But... if you do as I say, these pictures will never see the light of day, and I'll delete my twitter account."

'There's really no way to get out of this.' "And how do I know you'll keep your word?"

"You won't." She smirks, "You'll just have to trust me. Now, I have to be on my way. You better start arranging our meeting. Message me on twitter when you have it all figured out. Tata." She turns around and walks away.

You fall back into your chair. The feeling of the world weighing down on you comes back. You don't want to get up. Hell, you don't want to move. You're not sure you even want to breathe. Out of everyone in the world, why did this have to happen to you? Now, you'll not only have to cut yourself off from Jimin, but you'll also have to set him up with the devil herself.