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Here is the regular version of the BTS Fanfictions:
Word Count: 1124
He had called again. I didn’t want to answer it. I was already thinking the worst things possible about him and him calling wouldn’t help. I just can’t shake this feeling that he’s keeping something from me. “Hello?” Angel answered her phone with a confused look on her face. “Yeah, she’s at the dorm with us… I don’t know she’s your… what? ... She does seem a bit off… alright, yeah, I’ll talk to her,” She hung up and sighed. We were in my room away from everyone else and we were sitting on my bed. She had already interrogated me earlier about me acting differently and I knew it would continue because of that call. “Alright, spill, what’s on your mind? Even the guys knew you were acting different since this morning, so what is this about?” I said nothing in return and just stared at my feet.
“It’s about Hoseok, isn’t it? You have been avoiding him all day in every way, so it has to be him. What happened?” I couldn’t even look at my best friend. I continued to stare at my feet as I felt my eyes start to sting. “That’s the thing… I don’t know… I can’t assume things, but I can’t help to…” “She’s not making any sense,” Angel said with a concerned look on her face. I felt like I was falling into a deep whole of darkness. My hope was taken from me as soon as he left this morning. I was just an empty shell without it. I stood up and started to walk to my room. Angel had grabbed my arm, but when I faced her all I could hear was the ringing in my ears as she tried to talk to me.
I got her hand off of me and kept walking. I really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. The more I talk about it, the more the idea roots itself into my brain and it would even harder than to get it out. I closed and locked the door. I crawled under the covers and slept until I heard knocking on my door. I was in my own solitary confinement where I was punishing myself for thinking these things, but the more and more I was alone the more and more I became depressed with negative thoughts. I began to cry, no more like weep. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
“(Y/N), Please open the door…” I have been here for about three hours and there hasn’t been a response from the other side of the door. “Please, babe, I miss you. I don’t want you to be hurting alone,” I sat there for about another hour and I wasn’t going to give up on her. Finally, the dorm manager had come with keys to all the doors. He opened it and I ran in. She was under the covers and she looked as if she had cried herself to sleep. I pulled up a chair and waited for her wake up. My thoughts ate at my brain as I watched her sleep, ‘Why is she acting like this?’ ‘what is she thinking?’ these questions circled like buzzards in my brain.
I slowly started to wake up from my sleep. I turned over and saw Hoseok sitting in a chair next to the bed. He had fallen asleep and looked so peaceful. As I stared at him, he stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. Hoseok seemed to be hesitant at first, but he stood up and walked over to the bed. His body heat soon enveloped me under the covers. I felt tears slowly start to sting in my eyes. We had talked for a few hours and we started to sort things out. My worries became jokes as we talked and I kind of knew that they would from the beginning. “I would never do that to you, and you just feeling that, makes my heart tear into pieces,” He said in my ear as he had me in his grasping hug.
“You don’t know how worried everyone was, how worried I was…” I looked back at him and he smoothed my tears from my cheek. “I love you, (Y/n). From the very beginning, I have been falling deeper and deeper under your spell. Every day, every minute and every second that we have been together you have been stealing my heart away. You are a thief in the night…” he said the last part in a joking tone. I couldn’t help, but to laugh.
“There’s my jagi,” he replied with a laugh. “I hate to see you cry and knowing that I caused those tears makes me feel worse.” “You should feel bad…” I replied. “What?!” this caught him by surprise. “I mean you have stolen things from me, too.” I was sitting up and facing him. “I didn’t know you felt that way…” he looked hurt and was about to get up and leave. “Wait, I’m not finished,” I screamed. “I’ll just leave so I won’t be…” he was half way to the door when I ran in front of him and stopped him. “I said I wasn’t finished. Now hear me out,” I demanded with a stern voice. “Okay,” he replied not wanting to look at me when I spoke. “Okay, here it goes… You stole my fear and gave me joy. You stole my will for hatred and replaced it with love, but worst of all you stole my broken heart and replaced it with a new one…” I paused “You not only stole thing from me you gave me more, love, happiness, ambitions, and… hope. Plus, you’ve made me the cheesiest person alive.” We both laughed at each other and hugged. Oh, how I yearned for that hug all day. The one that gave me all the things that he gives me, plus warmth. He was the only one that could heal or cause my pain.
He released me from the hug as he began to talk to me. “Okay, since tomorrow is a special day…” “Wait, what?” “Our eighth month anniversary, wait you forgot?” he started to laugh. “Anyways, since tomorrow is our eighth month anniversary, I had planned a dinner…” he started again. I had felt so stupid in that moment. The dinner was for our anniversary that I had forgotten... “, but I feel like I can’t wait any longer. SO…” he pulled out a small box and handed it to me. “What’s this?” I asked. “Open it,” He replied. I squinted my eyes at him and he just laugh, “It will explain itself when you open it…”
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