Part 13 (Y/n pov):

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The rest of the day the café kept replaying. It was so nice when he trusted me but he was so adorable. I mean I now understood him better and was determined to show I care and help him through his issues. But my mind also kept replaying when he put his hand in mine and held it or just how soft he was as I hugged him. While he was vulnerable, he was so sweet, I wished to hold him in my arms forever and take his pain away and shelter him from the cruel world.

Gosh, what was I thinking, why I am I so weird? His smile kept creeping into my mind. It was so sweet- a gummy smile that instantly made you smile back. He seriously showed me such a soft side. Where was the cold boy from class who stared and pushed people away? I was glad I got to see this warmer side of his.

It was now night time. Before going to bed I texted Yoongi "good night. It was nice hanging out. I hope you felt better after sharing and remember ily" and turned my phone off. A few minutes later I heard a ping and saw he sent me "Thanks for checking up on me. I feel better after talking with you 🖤 good night ". I smiled and went to bed.

Why was he making me smile? The same cold-hearted boy now made me turn all warm and soft and fuzzy inside. Strange.

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