Waste it on Me(Lyrics Inspired Short Story)

Regrets (And I know, there's no making this right)

Regrets

The day after my confession, I remember banging my fists on the wall, after successfully destroying all the breakable things I could find in my apartment.

I remember throwing my phone in the dustbin, after turning the house into a dump yard.

But nothing changed. The time passed by as I see people going on their daily services like usual.

And nothing changed. Expect me having to turn the dustbin upside down, to take out my phone with my bruised and bandaged hands.

It was the same as last time. Only much more painful.

But I guess I slept alright. In the morning, my face was as swollen as my eyes. I think two or three times there was a knock on the door from the milkman and delivery boy, who came to the wrong address. But the last knock was from Jimin hyung.

I open the door.

"I guess it didn't work out." Jimin says seeing me, scared I will hurt him or myself.

I decide not to mention anything.

"Did you eat anything?"

I couldn't recall but I guessed not, so I shake my head.

Jimin walks to the kitchen. Soon I hear a yelp. "What is this?!"

I look at the floor dryly recalling how I broke everything the previous night.

"Jungkook? Did Namjun hyung visit last night?" He says.

I walk lifelessly towards the kitchen.

There are broken glasses and utensils, plates, etc covering the floor tiles.

I feel Jimin's gaze on me. Without reacting, I turn away to resume to sit on the sofa I was previous seated. But before I could even reach the sofa, I hear noises from the kitchen.

I walk back to realise it's Jimin who is picking up the pieces of glasses.

Instantly, I grab his hand to stop him.

"What are you doing, hyung?" I ask with my eyes widening in surprise.

"You are too messy. Now you don't even want me to clean up the place?"

"I am the least messy of all of you, hyung." I state absent mindedly.

There is a moment of silence before Jimin continues.

"See this broken piece, Jungkook." He picks up a glass piece. "It can no longer be made into a glassware. It's shattered."

Just like my heart.

"But you can keep this away so that it doesn't hurt you, or anyone henceforth." Jimin says tossing it into the bin. "Jungkook, what's done is done. Forget it and move on."

"I know." I lower my eyes as I accidentally catch a glimpse of Jimin hands which are dipped in red liquid- blood.

Guilt struck me as I realize what the yelp earlier meant. Even after hurting himself, he committed to pick up the glass from his bare hands?

"Jiminie pabo."

Now both of us have bruised and bandaged hands.

And I know there's no making this right, this right (This right)
And I know there's no changing your mind, your mind (Your mind)
But we both found each other tonight, tonight (Oh yeah)
So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time