He's The One

Chapter 39

I wore my mask and shades till we reached the dorm.

Jimin brought my bag as I knocked the door. Jin oppa opened the door.

"Hana-ya? Come in and what's wrong?" He asked concerned, while I entered in and stayed quiet.

I removed my shades, still wearing the mask.

Namjoon oppa was the first to notice my bruised cheekbone.

"Hana what happened? Jimin-ah what's wrong?" He asked while Jimin came in and stood beside me.

"Which room should I stay in?" I asked Jimin.

"Uh, I think you can stay in mine" Jimin said and I nodded, slowly taking my bag out his hand and walking to the room.

I kept it in and walked out removing my mask.

I went to the kitchen and drank some water.

"Hana" Namjoon oppa called.

I turned around, looking at his tensed figure.

I slowly walked over to Jimin's room, ignoring his call.

"Hana-ya what's wrong?" He asked, holding my wrist, before I could walk away.

I flinched at his touch and pulled away.

"Don't. don't touch me" I snarled before continuing my way back to the room.

I immediately realised that I just snapped Namjoon oppa, the one who treated me like his very own sister.

I turned around and faced him, who looked disappointed and sad.

"Oppa, I'm sorry. Please could you all, just leave me alone?" I pleaded as my eyes started getting filled with tears.

His eyes softened at it's sight and nodded.

I smiled and tears ran down my cheeks.

I immediately ran into Jimin's room and locked it.

Sitting down, leaning against the door, I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my hands around them and started sobbing.

The events which occurred a while back flooded my mind and haunted me.

After what seemed like hours, I stood up and walked over to my bag and took my makeup bag, before starting to remove my makeup.

 I took off my contact lenses and searched if Jimin had packed my specs by any chance. I sighed in satisfaction when he had.

 I wore my specs and changed into my PJs, before falling on the bed.

 I stared at the ceiling aimlessly, while my mind kept wandering over and over about that man.

 I sat up leaning against the bed as I looked out of the window, looking at the city, which seemed to be the way it used to be, as if nothing ever went wrong.

 I've never had a boyfriend in my life before, why should I be tormented like this? No girl should have an experience like this. Am I not allowed to choose something that I'm passionate about as my career? Is that the reason I got abused? Several thoughts wandered around my head as uncontrollable tears flowed down my cheeks. 

"Hana?" I heard a familiar voice call me. I tried to wipe my cheeks as I looked over to see who it was.

 "Hana, I brought you dinner" Jin oppa said as he walked in and closed the door.

 I didn't respond as he came and pulled the chair from Jimin's desk and sat in front of me.

 "I made your favourite Kimchi Fried rice" He said. I shook my head, not turning to him.