It was midnight.

Y/N couldn't sleep, her brain was buzzing with questions, doubts and self-loathing.

What will I do if I come to the park, the place where we last met... and you're not there?

Will I cry? Cry, because I didn't mean anything to you. Or will I cry out of embarrassment for trusting you so childishly?

Will I ever get any answers?

Or will I take these questions to the grave?

Did you really love me, Seokjin? Or was it childish? Maybe you only told me that you loved me because your little self didn't know what love was.

Did you really love me?

Because I loved you. I still do.

If we meet can you please teach me to love myself?

I can't love myself.

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