PERFECTLY IMPERFECT || KTHxREADER

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After eating he help me to go back to get more rest. "Can sleep in the couch." Pointing at the white colored sofa but he disagree. "I slept on the sides of the streets years ago because dad threw my bike so I have to find it."

'Wait my bike!'

"Did you saw my bike?" I ask worrying. He shake his head and frown.

"No. I'm sorry." I was disappointed and I need to make a way to find it as soon as possible. It's very important to me, nothing can replace it.

I tried to run but my knees was giving up, my body is betraying me.

Taking three steps away from him then I fall down. He quickly run to me and grip my arm but I shove off his hands away from me. I force to stand by myself but I didn't succeeded.

My knees hits the hard tile making me whine in pain. "Your wound are not healed yet." He utter, bitting his lower lip.

"I don't care!" I scream, sending him a glare. "Don't force yourself I'll find that, trust me." He's full of sincerity, my heart flutter. 'What if---." I stop when he cut my sentence, putting his index finger against my lip. "Shush. I'll promise." He flash genuine smile.

I was startled when he carried me bridal style. I let him because I'm too tired to start another argument.

He put me down carefully like a fragile glass and sit on the edge of the bed beside me and pat my head. "Your eyes were too precious to cry over things. The pain will go away and I can't wait to see those smile glued on your face when the time comes." I question myself why did he do such things to me.

He saved me, take care of me and now he's letting me stay at his house. He cares too much and for my it's embarrassing and confused at the same time.

I didn't deserve those good treatment at all.

Wall of silence covered the whole atmosphere.

He fake cough. "Take a rest. Good night." Walking to the door and sigh, he suddenly turn back to me. "You---. I'll---. Ahh never mind" He shook his head.

Weird.

Before closing the door I caught him sneaking and smile when I look at him sternly.

"My Beombi, where are you now?" I whisper in the air.

Beombi means a lot for me. My grandpa bought that even if he can't afford it.

He worked hard and starve himself just to give that for my birthday and he bought a bigger one so that I may use that when I grow up.

But he didn't get to see me grew up because he died five days after my birthday. It made my life more miserable because I keep blaming myself for what happened.

I really don't have an idea that he's suffering from hypertension that time. He always do anything even if he feels uneasy just to hear my satisfaction. I treasure it because that's the only thing he gave me before God took him away from us.

When Grandpa died I feel happy because he will no longer feel uneasy and he'll finally meet the one he love the most, Grandma. But I feel extreme sadness at the same time, the reason is I don't want to be alone.

No one knows how I desperately want to escape from this world.

He made me feel loved. They're so many reasons to give up but whenever I saw his smile, everything feels magic and the pain will fade. I thought I can face the world without him. But I can't.

I'm afraid to speak for my self because no one will listen like he did. I miss him so much.

I'm crying again. When does all the pain ends?