I'll Love You Again || BTS Fanfiction

Chapter 8 : I Don't Care

"I don't care about your past, your flaws or your mistakes,"

I'm here now in your present

And I want you, all of you

Valerie's POV

"I'm crazy for you, Kang Valerie."

"Huh?" I blinked my eyes repeatedly in confusion, feeling warmth as his hands were pulling me into his embrace, tightly clutching onto me dearly as if he might not have tomorrow to see me ones more. "Jimin?" I casually nudged him as a wet like sensation was evident on the crook of my neck, signaling that salty droplets were pouring out, whilst putting all his weight on me, making both of us slowly dropped to the floor as we sat in silence.

His face still burried and tainted with tears.

My eyes bore no feelings nor pain.

"Why do you keep pushing me away?" He whimpered out in between sobs, sounding so hurt and in pain, while I just kept my dull eyes straight, not feeling anything for him at all. Even in my eyes, I felt that I don't see nor feel anything at all for Jimin.

No compassion, no emotions.

Nothing.

It's like this depth of abyss where the darkness just egulfed you, stealing away every ounch of chances to show your thoughts and perceptions as you, yourself, slowly questioned your hopes, your beliefs and your sanity.

Though, it doesn't make any sense. You still can't force others what you want them to see. Like a barrier that deprives those who seek or stumble upon the truth. Although, that's the case, a blind man is still blind, right? They can't see just like how the deaf still can't listen. And It just sticks that way for them, like stucked strings that're attached onto your body, your soul.

I gently pushed Jimin's body off of mine, seeing his sniffling face as he didn't seem to want to let go, his fingers trembled, whilst bitting on his bottom lip as if waiting for me to make the next move.

I'm sorry,

but this petty act has got to stop

"Jimin..." I cleared my throat, "I think that it's best that you leave and not bother me any further like right now," I got up from where I was, opening the door, as I gestured for him to leave, "I'm sorry but I don't need actors or liars in my life. So please, leave"

"V-valley?" He got up only to place hand on his chest, his touch alone's begging me to hear him out, "I'm not lying to you, just please listen to me, I-"

"I heard enough. Now go."

His eyes widen even more at my act, though he stood up and left without another word spoken from his plump lips. Seeing that I'm all alone,  I deeply sighed to myself, climbing up the nicely-furnished stairs, feeling extremely exhausted yet surprisingly thirsty at the same time as I plopped down onto the fluffy sheets. My eye lids were shut, yet my thoughts lingered.

Why?

What or who was he crying over?

It's just so sudden

He was laughing before...