The Lie In Your Promise

Where it all began

' I was merely a sentence in your life.
Yet, I have filled library's with thoughts of you'
-o.l

Y/n POV

Packing my bags, I stood there in front of the large mirror in my room. I look at myself, taking in every single detail of my body that have become thinner due to loss of weight. I look in my eyes trying to see the old me. She must be there somewhere. She can't be dead. But all I see is nothingness. I pity myself. What have I done to myself? Is this what everyone see? This miserable y/n who have given up on everything. I wish, I could go back to being the little y/n. A kid. Because knees injuries were easier to fix than broken heart.

Taking a final look at my room, I take my suitcase and leave closing the door behind me. Aunt Jane was already waiting for me on the doorway.

"Hurry up y/n. You'll miss your flight."

I simply nod at her not wanting to speak.

We drive in silence until she finally speaks

" I care for you y/n. We all do. Its just seeing you broken, we don't know how to approach you. But we all are there for you. You've suffered enough. More than you deserved. Please, try to move forward now."

"Hmm". I couldn't utter a single word. Because if I do, I'll end up crying.

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At the airport

It was the time to say goodbye. The announcement was made and I had to leave now. I looked at my aunt with tears in my eyes silently begging her to not to send me away like a small kid not wanting to go to school.

She smiles and pulls me in for a warm hug.
"Close the window. No matter how beautiful the view was y/n" she says patting my shoulders.

I bid my farewell and leave.

Sitting in my seat I couldn't help but to feel scared of tomorrow. Will tomorrow be kind enough to me to give me some kind of hope? Will my sufferings end at the very same place where it all began?

Time skip. At Seoul international Airport.

Here i am. Seoul. I stand there outside the airport waiting for my cab.

Putting my luggage in the car, I gave my new address to the driver. These tall buildings, familiar roads brings back all the memories. Memories of him. Of us.

My eyes fell upon a BTS hoarding. There he stands tall, at the centre of the group flashing his sweet eye smile. He used to tell me how tiring it is to be an idol. He loves his fan truly. His army. Not wanting to think about him anymore I divert my gaze, trying to find something to look at in the busy traffic.

Han river. Its as beautiful and calm as ever. A wedding photoshoot was going on. The couple looked happy. And so in love. Looking at her, the bride in that beautiful white gown, reminded me of that day.

That day was supposed to be the best day of my life. We were supposed to remember it forever and reminisce the memories when he and I were old. But I do remember my wedding day, every single second of day.

Looking at myself in the white dress hugging my body, I wondered what will he think when he'll see me walking down the aisle. I was so nervous.

This was a small private wedding with just us and our families and a few of our close friends- eunha,my best friend; seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, jungkook, his friends, brothers and band mates.

Not wanting the attention on our wedding we decided it to be small.

My hands tremble from nervousness as I hold the bouquet of white lillies. I wait for my brother in the dressing room. He will be here any moment now. Just when I was thinking that, the door of the room swung open and there enters someone I didn't expect.
"Jimin?"

"Y/n"

"What are you doing here? Where's my brother?" I smile trying to stay calm.

But the look on his face was far from being calm.

"Y/n, namjoon." Jimin says.

"N-namjoon? W-what happened to him?"

"Y/n, y/n namjoon" eunha shouts as soon as she enters the room.

Not caring about anyone, I barge out of the room towards the hall of the ceremony. What happened to him? Why jimin and eunha looked sad?

I entered the hall only to see our parents looking so disappointed. My brother sitting on a chair looking broken. The members were talking to his parents. Why were they crying?

They looked at me as I get close to them. They look at me horrified.

"What is going on here?" I ask.

Before I could shout again, Seokjin speaks
"Y/n, Namjoon , he-