[ Completed ♥️ 23 August 2017 ]
#50 in Fanfics 1.6.18
•Book 1•
Imagine being forced to marry your bias, sounds spectacular doesn't it? For Kim Ji Su, being told that she was being forced into an arranged marriage with Jin, her bias in BTS, seemed...
*The video above is legit one of my favorite things out there *
--- Ji Su's Point of View ---
As Jin left the bedroom, I let out a sigh. Today I had let myself love Jin and went against my better judgement. I decided I would give him one last chance, and go to him. I knew he was broken and was suffering because of my attitude towards him.
When night would fall, I would hear him crying himself to sleep. I could tell he would sit there in the sofa in our bedroom and watch me until he thought I was sound asleep, that's when he would quietly begin to sob. He would curse at himself for not having been able to get me out of bed or acknowledge his existence. He would say, 'Can't you at least dream about me Ji Su? Can you at least love me in your dreams?' This made me feel wretched for being the cause of his tears. I too would start tearing up with my eyes closed and hate myself for doing this to him. After he would fall asleep, I would sit up on the bed and look at his sleeping figure. He looked so sad, so pitiful sleeping on the couch. Seeing him like this made me feel more horrible and broken.
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While he cried at nights he would hold onto a picture and he would smile so brightly while looking at it as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. I had no idea what he was looking at, but it seemed to be his consolation when he broke down in tears. I got curious as to what he kept looking at, and smiling so lovingly for. One day while I noticed he sat on the sofa touching the photo, I decided to call him over to help me get in my wheelchair in hopes that I could catch a glimpse of the picture, and it worked. He was so surprised to have heard my voice that he quickly came over to me with the photo still in his hand. I saw what was in the photo which made him smile.
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It was a picture of my first ultrasound. It was our baby.
I have no idea how he got his hands on it, but he had it. What made him smile, and cheer up a bit when he felt defeated was a picture of our child. He was holding onto our baby while he cried, and I did the same. He looked at our baby to find happiness and hope. He found the strength to continue trying to win me over again in that picture. Our baby was what was keeping us both alive and fighting.
