𝔽𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ𝕊 ℕ ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕃𝔼ℕ 𝔸𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ𝔾𝕐

won't

Song :- Promise then heart beat!

Jimin's pov:-

"Chamomiles" I smiled looking at the flowers... I took them out from the trash can , tears rolling down my eyes before I took off the gloves..
"I'm sorry y/n but...You deserve better"
I thought to myself before making a perfect sketch of the painting..

"You dance really pretty..I hope you become the dancer you want to be one day..😁"

"How did she-? Nevermind, she knew.. She knew everything especially what to say to make me feel better.."

Jimin had been receiving her flowers since a month..Weekly one... All of them accompanied with their own notes. Never once did you say a word and jimin had to maintain his unbothered bad boy facade that he had been maintaining..

Well too bad that he had unconsciously already gotten used to them.. little did he know how much he would miss then later on... He observed how you always
Handed him the flowers with shaking hands before sprinting away, never uttering a single word. Until today...

"I won't stop till you accept them..."
What exactly had you meant?

"I promise one day... "
He promised what exactly he didn't know.. but he wanted to be the cause of the smile on your face , not the tears..

That beautiful face.. soft as the petals of a rose... Such contrasts you were..
If she were the petals then he was the thorn of the said flower..
Such a prick he was..

He carefully tucked his Sketch book back inside.. having various sketches of you and the flowers he received from you..

Such strange creatures humans are..
can't they both just admit their feelings for each other.. well still in Denial I guess..

Well not like it mattered anyways.. everyone thought that he was a playboy which he was... First ugly, fat and useless and now a hot sexy playboy without feelings. It was a wonder that you didn't think the same thing and saw just a vulnerable boy with shattered dreams hiding and living a lie under a mask..

And just like while everyone thought that you were just a nerdy girl who sits in the corner, nose in a book he saw the good in you. The beauty in you..

The way you stuttered when you spoke to him.. The cute habit of yours when you tucked and re-tucked the hair strand behind your ear.. Or the way your eyes sparkled with hope when he took the flowers from your frail hands..
Well a pang of guilt ate him up as he realised that he was the one who doused that fire..Every.single.time.

He had a sudden urge to go the kitchen, get the knife and to- NO! he promised himself he would get better..for you.