Let you go (Part 1)
Pairing: BM (K.A.R.D.) X Reader
Genre: Angst
Summary: A bad storm turns worse when BM tells you he has had enough.
Part 1 | Part 2 (end) |
The headphones did not block the sound of the thunder raging outside, no matter how high I turned the volume. Matthew was nowhere to be found. All my calls went to voicemail and my texts remained unanswered. Worried, I picked up the phone to call one of the other members this time, when suddenly the front door flew open and lightning struck in the exact moment, illuminating his sharp features. The thunder that followed made me recoil further into the blanket that had been acting as my shield through the testing time.
“Why are you still up?” He asked, in an unusually sharp tone.
“I was waiting for you.” I reply, poking my head out from the blanket. “The storm was too harsh, thunder scared me.”
“You can be so annoying sometimes, you know that?” He retorted. Then there was the sound of his coat falling to the ground.
“Annoying?” I took off the headphones.
“Am I supposed to take care of you 24/7? Are you a baby? It’s just a little lightning, and I’m not your baby sitter. I was in a meeting with our CEO, and my phone was blowing up. Now I come home, to my own apartment, only to see that you were scared of a freaking storm? Grow up, y/n.”
“Why are you being like that? I can’t stand thunderstorms, you know that. I’m really really sorry if I disturbed you, I dint mean to, but I was really scared. The power went out suddenly, I dint even know where the candles or the lighter was kept. The thunder was so loud, I…”
“Why are you even here? Don’t you have your own apartment? Can I not have a little privacy? Or are you so desperate that you’ll even claw your way into my professional life?” We were standing face to face now, but we could only see each other when the lightning struck, and every single time, it was followed by deafening thunder that made me want to tear my own ears out.
His words stung, yes. But I did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears that welled up in my eyes. On pure instinct in the dark, I walked towards the door.
“I’m sorry I’m such a fucking burden on your idol life, BM. I’ll get out of your way.” With that I flew the door open, and shoved myself into the storm.
Hugging myself in a pathetic attempt to keep warm, I made my way down the street, the only idiot walking at this hour of the night, in one of the worst storms of the winter. I did not deserve to be treated like that, but never had I ever wanted to go crawl up against him than I did now. I was vulnerable, scared, helpless and cold… so, so cold.
Another jolt of lightning shook the ground, making the rain fall harder. Every raindrop that hit me felt like a knife specifically designed to tear at my soul. The wind cut through the thin fabric of my sleepwear as if determined to freeze my very core. The tears fell unstoppably, more because of the cold than the hurt, blurring my already inhibited vision.
When I finally saw my apartment in the distance, happiness, and then a shot of despair surged through me at a whole new undefined level, when I realized, I left the keys and my phone at his place, on the coffee table next to the hot chocolate I made for his ungrateful ass, thinking he would be cold, and tired.
Defeated, my legs gave way and I bundled up with my back against the door. I pulled the knees to my chest hoping to retain whatever warmth I could. The rain had turn to hail, which was mercilessly beating down on my legs. As the inevitable reality dawned on me, everything I was trying to keep together fell apart, and I broke down.
It was unbearably cold. My drenched clothes were stuck to me, removing any possible trace of favourable temperature from my skin. The wind, instead of dying down, had taken a turn for the worse and no matter how hard I tried, there was no escaping the unrelenting daggers shot by the sky. For the first time in my whole life, I wished this would be the end of it. Still shivering, I stopped trying to defend myself against the storm. I laid my head back against the door, and wearily closed my eyes.
The darkness that enveloped me was more welcoming that it should have been.