bts one shots ✓ [closed]

#135 | knj

requested by: lifeupdates_ness

songfic: bts - fake love

Namjoon's POV

"You're not even the man I used to know!"

Her words pierced through my heart but the pain was felt in my whole body.

It still echoed in my head.

"Hyung!", I felt someone pat my shoulder.

I shook it off my head.
"Yes, Taehyung?"

"Are you okay?"

I faked a smile and then I nodded.

"You don't seem to be okay. Your hand is bleeding," he pointed at my fist.

I glanced at it and smirked.

"Ah. Mianhae," the pain was numb.

Something else was painful.

I got up and took some the medical kit sitting on top of the dresser.

I bandaged my fist carefully as Taehyung watched me in despair.

"Hyung. Sangrin isn't your life," he whispered.

"But She was."

"Taehyung.." I looked at him. "did I change?"

He gave me a puzzled look, but it turned into a look of pity.

"You did. You came back to the Namjoon I met 6 years ago. The depressed— the guy who barely believed himself. You were conscious of every single move you did, All that just for her." Taehyung paused.

"And hyung. Honestly, the point is— you forget yourself just for her."

"Is that why she dumped me? Am I not enough?", it was just a little bit out of thousands of questions in my mind.

"Don't ask me. But for me, you were always a good man." Taehyung exited the room, silence taking over.

I stepped towards the mirror. I eyed myself.

"Who are you?"

•••

"Hyung, are you sure you'll be fine if I invited Sangrin noona?", Jungkook asked once again.

"I'm okay, Jungkook. Do whatever you want, its your party," I smiled at him.

I turned my back and sprinted towards the balcony.

The cold air hit my face and my eyes just started to— leak.

I cried my heart out— until I lost my heart.

"I'm okay."
A pretty lie.

I heard the door behind me open, and it was Taehyung.

"Hyung," he gave me a handkerchief.
He always comes on time.

How I wish he was you.

In this dream that won't ever come true, I grew a flower that couldn't be blossomed.

Taehyung went back inside and I was left alone again. I guess he knew that I wanted to be alone.

I looked down and saw the cherry blossom tree. Wind blew and petals fell down. Withering, as time went by.

And withering, as I still asked, "why?"

I asked myself, what the heck his love?

Is love pain?