BLINDED || MYG ✅

68.Hidden

Jimin's POV

I walk towards the school, the brisk night air tickling my face. There are only a few students heading the opposite direction of me, out of the school. I look to the side every time a student passes by, not wanting to get noticed. As the year went by, our group becoming exposed to the media, we've been getting recognized, to the point our manager has to go buy our food or guide us to other public places.

I pull the black mask underneath my chin when I reach the entrance to the building. I'm about to go upstairs when a voice calls out.

"Jimin."

My head whips to the dark end of the hall, watching the figure slowly walk out from the shadows. Her eyes gleam under the dim lights of the school hallway, looking a little uncertain at me if I was actually him.

"It is you," she breathes out, now in front of me, about a meter away. I take a look. She changed over the year. Her black hair has been cut to shoulder length, her body skinnier, including her face where her cheekbones poke out a bit more than the last time I've seen her. Her once glowing face is now dull, sickly pale. 

"Y/n," her name doesn't come out of my mouth as naturally as it used to. Almost like a new word in a foreign language. 

The tension is awkward as we stand in the hallway, just staring at each other. Her eyes look back and forth between mine as if trying to pry some information out of me. It makes me uncomfortable. I want to get away. 

I tear my gaze off of her to the floors, "Sorry, I need to drop stuff off and head back." I step up the stairs and to my surprise, she doesn't' stop me. 

"He still hasn't come back," her voice travels up to my ears, sending shivers down my spine. My feet refuse to take another step. I hold myself on the railing, fighting against my conscience from going back down to her. 

"I waited for him," her voice is in a monotone. "Then, I waited for you."

I squeeze my eyes shut in guilt. But I had no choice. I just couldn't keep meeting her in secret behind the company's back. It was getting too risky. I didn't want to get kicked out. I couldn't just turn away from my dream. I had to give up on seeing her for real. 

I regret it. 

The day when we made up then not long after, ignoring her calls, text messages and eventually, her. 

Her bitter laugh echoes off the walls, "So I tried to forget. Forget about everything."

I listen carefully. Each of her words is strung with hurt and sadness. But she tries to hide them. 

"And I did," her voice wobbles. "Until you came back again."

My heart clenches at her words and I hear her walk across the floor, out of the building. Everything goes still in the school. Silent. I feel like a load had just been added to my back, weighing down on me. I exhale loudly, contemplating whether I should go my way or run after her.  

"Fuck," I mumble under my breath and run back down the stairs, out of the school grounds. The sun is still out, giving me enough light to look for her. 

How did she disappear that fast?

The traffic moves on and so do the people. I don't even bother putting my mask on. 

Think, Jimin. Think.

A lightbulb goes off my head and I sprint to the other direction of her apartment. The familiar, worn out buildings come into view as I keep on searching for her. Then, I see a crouching figure in front of the orphanage, her back facing towards me. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, I level myself with her and gently lay a hand on her bony shoulder. She flinches a little before shrugging my hand off roughly. "Go away, Jimin," her tone is vulnerable, pleading. I don't need to see her face to see her emotions. Her back just says it all.

 Limp and lifeless, she turns around. Her red-rimmed eyes bore into mine. My breath hitches in my throat; my body has frozen under her stare. It takes me back, the time when we met up. They hold desperation but what she says is the opposite. "It doesn't make anything better you coming back now. After a year," she spits out the last part, making me look away in shame. 

I push my pride to the side. "Y/n," I hold her hands and she drops her gaze to our hands. "All I can say is I'm sorry." As soon as the words leave my lips, it's almost like a deja vu. I'm afraid how she's going to react. I'm afraid of the rejection. I'm afraid of myself. I'm afraid that we'll never be together like we used to be. 

Her bottom lip quivers slightly and she bites it down, restraining herself from crying. "I needed you, Jimin." She shakes her head, "No. I n-need you."

I rub the back of her hand with my thumb and release the breath that I seemed to be have been holding in. "I'm here, y/n. I'm here now." The mood settles down and so does my heartbeat. 

"H-he," her breaths come out ragged. "kept sending me gifts." 

Disappointment washes over me when she talks about him. But then again, I feel guilty for thinking like this. He's her boyfriend. And he's still missing. 

She blinks hard and gulps, "Or someone kept sending me gifts." She holds my hands tighter, "And I know it couldn't have been him because he doesn't know what school I go to."

I frown, "When did this start happening?" 

She sniffles, looking back up to me. A single tear rolls down her already stained cheek. "Last year, after my birthday."

A/n: Hey I'm back ^^; 

I'm so sorry for the late updates. Our WiFi was being wack. 

Also, the next chapter of Angel Within the Darkness will be uploaded soon :D