Fate's Canvas | PJM ff

Y/N's POV

After everyone left, silence crept back into my apartment.

Tonight was... beautiful.

It was around 3 a.m. now, and I was nearly done cleaning up.

The living room still smelled faintly of cake and flowers.

The party was over, but the warmth still lingered.

It was the best birthday I ever had.

Maybe because... I never celebrated my birthday with so many friends before.

I placed the leftover cake into the fridge, smiling at the generous amount still remaining.

My foot was okay... Actually, it was stinging at times, but i just don't feel that much pain because of the happiness of not being forgotten again.

I wasn't left out like I used to be in my childhood.

Hazel was curled up on the couch in a tight ball, napping peacefully.

I didn’t have the heart to wake her and take her to the bedroom, so I just leaned down and gently stroked her head.

She didn’t even stir.

I turned off the lights and stepped into my bedroom.

Limped, actually...

I think I'm getting better at limping.

My gaze instantly landed on the pile of gifts on the floor.

I had told myself I’d open them tomorrow... but who was I kidding?

Curiosity buzzed in my chest, far too loud to ignore.

I slowly walked over to the huge box Jimin gave me. I hadn’t even checked it properly earlier.

Slowly, I lifted the flap.

Inside were neatly arranged art supplies, sketchbooks, paints, markers, charcoals, oil pastels, everything.

And not just anything.

These were from high-end, professional brands.

He had really gone all out.

My eyes widened as I spotted a box of expensive chocolates nestled between the art materials. I bit my lip.

He spent a lot on this.

I made a mental note to pay him back for it.

I don’t know why, but something about receiving such lavish things made me uneasy.

I had morals. I didn’t want to feel like I owed anyone.

Still... I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips.