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YOUR POV

I opened my eyes and shrieked at the sight of a large thin tube, filled with a bunch of bubbly green stuff. What is this? Why can't I escape?

"Hajima! Jabal!,"I pleaded in hopes of making them not inject that thing in me. I made puppy eyes—in other words, I did some aegyo which I hate but I'm desperate here—just to see if I could stop him.

"Ah,"a large man with a big black suit said gruffly as he walked over to me,"you're awake."

I stared at him and my hands slowly clenched into fists. This guy is creepy and insane! I have to say something to him.

"What do you want from me?,"I asked, keeping my voice steady.

Ignoring my question, he just simply laughed. He laughed like I told some hilarious joke. But I just glared back at him as he laughed at my helpless self.

Then he got serious. "Jimin doesn't love you."

"He never...did,"I hesitated to say.

This made me think: Does Jimin love me? Or is it just a crush? He's always asking me out on dates and he seems like he has feelings...or is he just toying with my heart?

"Did he?,"the man asked me.

"No,"I snapped.

"I bet you he did."

"He didn't!"

"He didn't?"

"No! He never loved me...and I never will, either! So just shut up!,"I yelled, getting flustered. "Please!"

I wanted to rub my temples in frustration. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to just do something that involves relieving my anger.

But I can't.

JIMIN'S POV

I got to the top step, breathing heavily. There were more stairs than I thought. With Joy running after me, it was a bit annoying to here her quick and shallow breaths. I wouldn't have ran if I knew she would follow and be slow.

Pressing my face to the door, I tried my best to hear the argument. I couldn't hear my father's booming voice consume
(Y/N)'s, and I knew something is definitely going down.

And then I heard it. 'Jimin doesn't love you.' I frowned. Why would my own father blame me for something like that? I mean, yeah, I just lost his trust. But for him to put words in my mouth, it's sickening.

Do I? Do I really love (Y/N)? Why am I so  happy and overjoyed whenever we kiss or whenever we go on a 'date' as (Y/N) calls them?

"No! He never loved me...and I never will either! So just shut up! Please!,"her voice yelled from behind the door.

Right then and there, it felt like a piece of my heart just fell off, causing my heart to slowly fall and break apart. Until seconds later, I have a big empty spot missing in my chest.

But that emptiness is soon replaced with the bitter feeling of guilt, forming a new heart. A strong and dull heart made out of stone. It won't break ever again.

It won't open up to people, even to people I love or like...my heart has chosen to lock all of them out.

My heart is paper, and it is fragile and delicate. But one rip of paper can lead to a bigger rip, and the paper will be shredded.

Just. Like. My. Heart.