Harsh reality

Joy arose in my heart, as I saw the familiar male standing in front of me all safe and sound. Shock was clearly evident in those mysterious eyes of his.

These eyes were the one that attracted me towards him. Those eyes showed me how different we both are, and that's what attracts me. It's safe to say that I am in love with him.

"I was just."

He gave me a look that meant go on.

But I couldn't. I had nothing to say to him because I, myself, didn't have answer to that question. Okay, I did, but I didn't know how to answer him.

"That scar. It looks familiar. I have seen it somewhere before," I say, making his eyes go wide.

He gave me shocked expression for a moment there and then, turned away, walking forward as if wanting to avoid. I, however, kept following him.

Increasing my pace, I, soon, caught up to him. My hand bumped against his constantly, as we both walked side to side. I wanted him to hold my hand, so that it won't bump anymore.

But that's not what happened. He changed his direction and was about to walk the other way, but before he could do that, I caught his hand, which he harshly removed.

He, then, looked at me, smirking and an expression. I really hate this expression. This expression showed hate, coldness, mercilessness, and mostly, amusement.

"Stop with whatever you're doing! It's really annoying. This feelings you have for me is tiring. You think you're special just because I treat you different. Well then, I hate to break it to you that I do this because I am indebted to your dad."

Whatever he just said hurt me terribly. My heart felt heavy, and I felt as if to cry it all out. But I just couldn't do that. My first love hurt more dreadfully than I could ever imagine.

"You knew who I was."

"Yes, from the day one I knew you're a rich brat that I had to take care of. But I did that all because of your dad. So, don't push yourself on to me."

Controlling my tears, I blurted, "Special feelings? Don't flatter yourself, because I have none of that for you. Those eyes of yours make me want to pity you. That's right, you look pitiful. And one more thing, I need no such protection from whatever is out there by you or Taehyung. I am all okay by myself."

Lies- all of it was lies. I can't believe I just blurted. Even though Suga said those words, I am aware that all that was the truth. On the hand, I lied to him. I wasn't brave enough to tell him the truth.

I simply turned the other way and ran to wherever my two feet would take me, without looking back to see what was the expression on his face.

Being stabbed in the heart multiple times, right now, would be better than this pain I was currently feeling. It would be just better if I didn't have a heart.

Both- Taehyung and Suga- didn't protect me or treat me special because of who I was, it was for my dad they did all that. My dad was the sole reason for them doing everything for me.

Although, from the very beginning, I knew that Taehyung was being commissioned for his job, I thought he did that because he wanted to take care of me.

But I was wrong, completely. None of them cared for me. I was nothing, but something they both took care of just because they felt responsible.

More than anything, I wanted someone who would take care of me, without thinking that he was responsible for this. I wanted to be loved.

Maybe I am brat, thinking that I can have everything I want in my life. I already have so many things that others would do anything to have, yet I want more.

Sobs escaped my mouth, as I leaned against a tree's stem. I slowly sat down, as tears flowed down my cheeks uncontrollably. I hugged the tree, hoping it would provide me some comfort.

I am tired of all this. I felt suffocating, and it felt as if though my heart was being squeezed from all directions. The heavy reality hit me harder thanbricks.

All I hoped for is that I would wake up next morning, finding that this all- Taehyung, Suga, and rest of BTS- was just a part of a nightmare.

But I would only hope for that. The reality lied in everything that just happened. It seemed that everything would end after that. But it was just another twist put in by the fate.