"Why doesn't he care?" 5.0
Kim Taehyung x Reader
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After Hobi dropped me off at home and helped me gather a few things, I took a long bath trying to soak away my indescribable pain. Not the pain of my injuries, this pain is something that is so much worse. So much more painful. I can feel the strain on my heartstrings, feeling how one by one are being snapped thinking about how this all came to be, how I ended up losing the only thing I’ve ever learned to love. It wasn’t easy trying to think of way to let all my feelings out to him, after a while of thinking I gave up and decided that I’ll just say what comes to mind when I see him.
It still hurts, every time I click back onto his messages I see how brutal he was with his words. I looked at my phone more than enough times the last few days to see that he didn’t care enough to send me a message, no ‘good morning beautiful’ no 'I miss you baby’ no 'I love you to the moon and back’ and definitely no 'I’m sorry’, you’d think the least he could do after lashing out on me would be a simple apology right? But no, nothing came from him. I guess that’s a sign for me not to forgive him anymore, like how I usually do.
Thinking so much only made me tear up, so I decided that it was time to put his things away. Wheeling suitcases slowly whilst being in a wheelchair ended up a lot harder than I thought, slowly but surely I was able to gather all of Taehyung’s belongings and pack them in the suitcases I had and a few boxes, placing them all neatly by the door. I owned this apartment that we lived in together, so it’s not as if I’m taking away his property, nor was I leaving him with no place to stay. He could always go back to the dorm and stay there since he likes it so much there anyway, wow that was bitter of me huh? But it was true, he had a place to stay, and it’s not as if he wasn’t supposed to stay there to begin with anyway. Staring at his stuff only made my chest tighten. I’ve returned all the hoodies and sweaters that I’ve 'borrowed and accumulated’ over the years, putting them with his other belongings. He’s always told me that it was okay for me to take any pieces of his clothing that I’d desired, and he’d compliment me calling me adorable when I wore his clothes that were obviously too big for me. His clothes where his scent lingered, wearing it made me feel as though I was engulfed in his arms especially when he was away or busy. But it wouldn’t feel right wearing his clothes anymore. How could something that once felt so right suddenly become so wrong? I gave him my everything, but it seems as though it still wasn’t enough. Like it never was and never will be. And for that I couldn’t be more sorry.
It was already 8am by the time I’d got done with cleaning things up, in pain I sat there in the living room staring at all the pictures hung up on the the walls. But I couldn’t feel much, everything just seemed
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