They were silent as I explained my lie about having a boyfriend, and how I had only said it to look less pathetic, and apologized to them deeply.

Their eyes stayed on mine, only Suga and V didn't look surprised, but I couldn't bear to look at Hobi, even to see how he reacts...
I stared at my lap, downcast, and shame colored my cheeks as I awaited the anger that they surely felt for me.

"So...your depression is real...but your relationship is fake?" Jin asks me, cautiously.
"Yes.." I murmur, my eyes lock onto the scalpel beside my bed, I was suddenly thankful the nurse was forgetful enough to leave it.
"Okay, good." Jin says cheerfully, shocking me, and my eyes snap up to his.
"W-What...?"

"If your depression was also made up, I would hate you. And I'm fairly certain everyone here would as well. But you felt too...what's the word?...pressured to say you're single, right?" Jin asked me, I was pale, the idea of Bts hating me was still fresh in my mind, but I was not so low down as to fake my suicidal tendencies.

"Yes...I didn't want to look pathetic and say I don't have a boyfriend...and never have..." I whisper awkwardly, blushing in embarrassment at owning up to the truth of my nonexistent love life.

Suddenly, they're all whispering to each other, grins on their faces and their eyes sparkled in excitement, like a kid at the carnival that just spotted the coolest ride.
"What are you guys-" I was cut off as Jhope turned to look me directly in the eyes, and I sucked in a sharp breath of shock. But his eyes were gentle, eager, and childlike.
"(Y-Y/n) he stammers, moving towards me with jolty steps, my words locked in my throat, clogging it and making it hard to breathe right as he grabs my hands, an electric shock shoots through my arms and body, my heart alive with its static energy.

"Y-Yeah?.." I stutter nervously, now the opposite of before, now I couldn't look anywhere but in his eyes.
"...(Y/n)...I agree with Jin...if you were pretending to be depressed this whole time...I would hate you..." He whispers and I suddenly get angry.
"Do you really think I'm such a piece of shit that I fake being suicidal!?" I hiss, my tone hurt, defensive and angry.
Jhope looks taken aback, and he shakes his head.
"No...No of course not! Let me finish!" He says to me, a slight look of eagerness and desperation in his eyes.

"(Y/n)...if you were fake I would hate you...but the news you've brought me makes me feel even more the opposite than before...now...I'm 100% sure I love you. And..." He trails off, a hand running over my bandaged wrist and staying there, his thumb moving in circles soothingly, "...I would spend every second, of every minute, of every single hour, day, year and century proving it to you, showing you how much I love you."

He whispers tenderly, his eyes soft and an adoring look is in his eyes, the peanut gallery (aka Bts) is silent at his words, like me, and his next ones shocked me into an even quieter silence.

"Please let me be your love...your boyfriend...and your everything.."