Quick A/N: Please know that you are perfect just the way you are! I love each and every one of you just like you are. You are beautiful and you are enough <3
Y/N's POV:
I guess you can definitely say two things I wasn't expecting on a Monday evening were passing out on the way to seventh period and waking up in a hospital bed. But that's exactly what happened. I woke up and practically every friend I had was sitting right in front of me. Once I woke up, Jeongyeon automatically bear attacked me.
"OMG Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?" she yelled out, practically breaking my eardrums. I softly pushed her away and sat up, wincing from the bruises still on my body.
"Y-yea, I'm alright. What happened guys?" I asked inquisitively. They all looked at each other before Chan spoke up.
"You fainted during school," Chan said reluctantly, I assume as to not worry me. To be honest, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. With how dizzy I've been feeling recently, I expected to pass out any minute.
"Y/N, why haven't you been eating?" Jeongin spoke up from the corner of the room. I pretended like nothing was asked, and instead, replied to Chan.
"Oh...Uh, sorry?" I replied to him, letting out a nervous chuckle.
"Nothing to be sorry for, mate. You couldn't help it," Chan commented, rubbing my arm softly.
I caught Jeongin practically death staring Chan as he did this. I get that Chan is my ex, but Jeongin and I aren't dating. He needs to chill.
Once again as he asked, "Y/N, why haven't you been eating?" This time, he asked it more sternly, but I still ignored him, instead, turning my attention to the others.
"How long have I been here?" I asked, fully sitting myself up. The others casted quick glances at each other before answering.
"Since yesterday afternoon," Seungmin responded quietly. So it turns out Monday evening is actually Tuesday evening. I was about to reply, but an angry voice cut off my sentence.
"Y/N! ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!" It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the voice belonged to Jeongin. Everyone in the room went so silent, it felt as though the sound of a dust particle falling would be audible.
"Uh, we'll leave you two alone," Hyunjin quickly stuttered out, standing up and swiftly exiting the room, the other three following suit. I turned to Jeongin, and all I could do was glare.
"What the hell is your problem?" I asked in a tough voice without even thinking. Jeongin bit his lips and turned his head away from me, aggressively slapping his hand on his forehead.
"Problem? So being worried about you is considered a problem now?" My conscience began to sink, realizing how worried Jeongin truly was. Had I really pushed him this far away?
Not wanting to take my walls down, I tried to reply. "Jeongin, I told you not to-" However, my words were cut off by Jeongin, once again.
"Y/N, what is it going to take for you to understand that no matter what you say, I'm still going to care about you? No matter how high your walls are, no matter how far I get pushed away, I. Still. Care. Trust me, I've tried to forget. I've tried so hard to where I've laid awake at night thinking just how I can do it. And I always come to the same conclusion: I can't."
After Jeongin's speech, I couldn't help but feel guilty. I dragged him into a situation he didn't need to be a part of. I felt a couple tears slip down my cheeks as Jeongin continued.
"So tell me, Y/N, why haven't you been eating?" he asked this question for the third time, so I was feeling a bit fed-up. I just sighed and mumbled a response.
"Because I'm not beautiful," is what I muttered out, causing Jeongin's face to morph into an expression of sadness and confusion,
"...they told you that, didn't they?" I nodded slowly. Upon doing so, Jeongin sat on the side of my hospital bed, turning around slowly to face me.
"Y/N, you know that's not true right? You're...You're..."
"I'm what? Pretty?" I cut Jeongin off by scoffing this out. "That's a laugh. Anyone who thinks that has something wrong upstairs."
"I guess I have something wrong upstairs then." Hearing Jeongin say these words shocked me. Of course, he's called me playful nicknames like 'cutie' and stuff, but I always thought it was a joke...
Jeongin continued by saying, "In fact, I don't even think pretty describes you. You are...beautiful; inside and out." I couldn't help but smile wide at those words. However, being as stubborn as I am, I just rejected it.
"You're just saying this to make me feel better," I said shaking my head. Jeongin grabbed my hand unexpectedly, and he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.
"Actually, I've always thought it. Since we were kids actually," he replied, sending me into a state of shock again. But through that shock, I felt my face burn up and butterflies bounce around in my stomach. NO Y/N! DON'T FALL FOR HIM! HE'S ALWAYS BEEN LIKE YOUR BROTHER...right?
"Jeongin, as much as I appreciate that, and trust me, I really do, you shouldn't think that about someone like me. I-I'm not pretty. And especially not on the inside. I'm rude, especially to you. I've pushed you away for forever, and I'm not a good-" I was about to finish, but then I was cut off by something I never expected...
Jeongin's lips.
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