I want to stop.

He doesn’t know me.

I’ve been living a life full of lies, and he doesn’t deserve any of this.

“Why are you doing this?” Jimin looks at me. He looks frustrated. I am too, but I am in no place to complain.

“Because I love you.” I look down, ashamed.

“You’re…” Jimin grabs his own hair, messing with it in what seems an attempt to keep himself calm, “you’re ed up, you know that?”

I do. Of course I do. I hated him. I didn’t know that I’d fall in love.

And I didn’t know he would fall in love back with me.

“You can do whatever you want with me. And then I’ll leave quietly,” I tell him just that.

Jimin punches the wall. Along with the blood from his fist, there is tear dripping to the floor.