Seokjin laid defeated with his head beneath his pillow, thinking about how much of a fuck-up he was.
He overthought it a little too much, continually going back onto the chat to reread their conversation, and for the nth time wish it never happened. His texts to Namjoon were unnecessarily way too prolonged and wordy compared to Namjoon's one-worders, and he grew irritated at himself as he thought of multiple other responses he could've written instead of what he did.
Fuck, he probably finds him so lame now.
He groaned into his pillow. Why is he so formal? Why cant he just be normal like Namjoon and everyone else?
Within time, he drifted off to sleep gloomily, feeling like he had just failed the one shot he had. The one shot at becoming more than classmates with the oh-so-extravagant Kim Namjoon.
YOU ARE READING
KIM'S BITCH
Fanfiction𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙅𝙄𝙉 - I encouraged myself that you had desperation hidden behind your uncharitable façade. What a fool I was.
