strings ,, maknae line

17

-tae pov-

Jimin turns away and lays back down

My fault? I honestly didn't know I'd ruin anything. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I didn't want to hurt- anyone.

I silently take it in and then slip on my shoes and grab my little backpack and out the door I go. I walk to the bus station and wait

Maybe I should've stayed. I ruined everything. Jimin.... Jimin and (y/n) were.. a thing? I broke her when I didn't need to. I was trying to save something but instead I broke it

But jimins right. I did break her and then leave her. I did tell him to take good care of her and for her to forget me.. dating her isn't really what I meant.

So she was happy before I came back.. she was happy.

The bus interrupts my thoughts and I jump on the bus and sit in the back, hanging my head.

I miss her so much. We had everything. We were perfect. Then my parents fucked everything up, telling me I have to go to America. I said my harsh goodbyes and I didn't know I'd be moving back. I thought there was no way of convincing them but I did somehow. And I'm back. Not only have a ruined how the girl of my dreams looks at me.. but I ruined my friendship with one of my bestest friends.

I bite my lips and hang my head lower.

In all, Jimin is right.

"Taehyung?"

I look up to a voice asking my name. I sniffle and see a familiar face as the bus continues to it's next stop.

Chanyeol

"Hey chan"

I greet and put my head down again. He sits next to me

"What's wrong? Is it something to do with all that drama last night?"

I lick my teeth and nod.

"So you know (y/n).."

He asks. I close my eyes and roll them so he doesn't see.

"We dated for years. But the whole switching college thing happened but it worked out and - it's just a mess. All in all, she's not very happy with me"

I look to him and he pats my shoulder sadly.

"I'm sorry. In my opinion you did the right thing. If you ever need a bro to talk to, I'm always here for ya dude. Well, It's my stop. I'll text you later"

He pats my back again and walks off the bus. I bite my lip. I was so excited to come back and see all my friends. I don't know why I didn't think of how much she'd hate me.

I wait until the bus goes to the farthest side of town. I find the cute little coffee shop I used to go to all the time with-

I enter and sit at a single person table and put my bag down next to me. I grab my pencil and doodle pad from my bag and start to draw. I'm not the best at it but she loved when I'd draw stuff for her.

I set my pencil down and go up to the counter and greet a friend of mine

"Hey Jackson. Still working at the little corner shop I see"

He laughs and nods

"Yup. Honestly I couldn't have a better job. So quiet yet busy. I mean, look"

He points to the almost filled up tables. People drawing, listening to music, on their computers or phones, doing work, or simply quietly chatting and sipping their coffee. A small smile is revealed on my face. I turn back to him and look down