Undeniable (Feitan x Reader)

Chapter 9: An Overwhelming Pride

Staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, you reminisced about the night you spent by his side.

"I don't give a shit about you" these words still lingered in your mind. Your turned over to press your head against your pillow.

"Why does he keep playing games with me?" His insult stung and you had ran home trying hard to hold back your tears.

A sudden banging on the door broke you from your trance.

You were hoping that opening the door would reveal a certain dark-attired man, but instead was your periwinkle-headed friend, holding a tub of icecream.

"I knew the second you texted me I needed to make my way over here. You always try to make it seem like you can handle everything by yourself but it's not true! It's okay to need me sometimes you stubborn girl!"

Your friendship with Hina was something you treasured greatly, and you were thankful she could understand you without you needing to say it.

"You should've called me when this happened and not waited a week!"

In the week that had gone by, you had heard nothing from him. You had buried yourself in work, putting more effort in your new assignment so you could distract yourself.

Half a tub of ice-cream and two episodes of your friend's favorite show later, she finally decided to bring up the subject she was dying to talk about.

"He said he didn't give a shit about you?" she asked as she lay upside down on your bed, spoonful of chocolate desert in her hand. "and then he went MIA?"

"Yes... but I don't know if he actually meant it." That was true, you were unsure how true his declaration was.

"Y/N it doesn't matter whether he meant it or not. What matters is that he said it. He had no regard for your feelings, and that's no good."

You sighed when realizing that she was right. Hina had a way with words and was oddly wise when it came to human interactions.

"I don't know what's up with him. The other night we almost-you know and now he's saying he doesn't even care about me..."

"He could just be using you, ya know?"

"But that couldn't be true could it? If he was using me he wouldn't have been focused on pleasing me" You pondered.

"Either way Y/N, you shouldn't give that guy your time if he can easily say things like that to you without being considerate of how you feel."

As much as you hated to admit it, she wasn't wrong. Your heart ached just thinking about him. The thought that you may never see him again burned in your mind.

*BUZZ BUZZ* a loud vibration interupted your daydreaming.

Your friend didn't hesitate to pick it up, and once she saw the name on the screen, she threw it on the bed in disgust.

"It's him. You shouldn't answer but it's up to you if you do."

You grabbed and declined the call. "Why is he calling now, a week later?"

The buzzing had returned. Another call from him.

"I'll just send him to voicemail again."

A few second later, a notification popped up on your screen. You looked down at it, your chin was resting on the palm of your hand.

1 New Voicemail

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