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For you-Jimin (sad, angst)

15 minutes left until the last bell rang. Ugh. Today just kept dragging on. And it sucked, to put it simply. Today, you turned 18. Supposedly your "special day". Didn't seem very special, not at all. If your boyfriend, Park Jimin, clearly forgot that it was your birthday, like hell you'd feel special. Park Jimin, you stupid, stupid idiot, you thought, shaking your head angrily. Don't I matter to you?

Angrily, you stormed out of your classroom, practically shoving kids out of your way. Slamming open your locker, you sighed, literally on the verge go tears by now. Completely unaware of your surroundings, you slammed your locker shut, only to find him posing quite seductively right there.

"Ah...J-Jimin..." You stammered, as he caught your wrist and pushed you up against the locker, smirking. "Miss me?"

You rolled your eyes, deciding to completely ignore the fact that you really wanted to strangle this bastard. "Where were you? You weren't in class." You muttered, trying not to get lost in his eyes.

"Being a bad boy," he whispered seductively in your ear. You shivered, but you were sure as hell not going to fall for it. Not now.

"Sure, 'bad boy'." You groaned, pushing him away lightly as you continued down the hallway to get to the parking lot.

"Hey, Jagi, wait up." He caught your wrist, and you yanked it away harshly. "Jimin, please. Not now." His face showed deep signs of pain at your reaction. And get, he let you go.

"What's wrong with you?" He murmured, stepping back. You sighed, refusing to tell him. Like hell you'd tell him.

"Nothing, okay? I'm fine. Just... I had a bad day, okay? I just want to go home and crash on the couch." You continued walking down the hallway. He was still right behind you. Leave. Me. Alone.

" Y/N, no." His voice was laced with dominance, he expected you to listen to him. Hah. Right. You quickened your pace, eager to get to your car.

"Jimin, please. Just leave me alone for a bit, okay?" You shouted over your shoulder. "If you reall, truly love me, please, just leave me alone and accept what I want right now." This stopped him for real. He backed away, and nodded.

"Ara...arasso. Just...call me okay? I...I want to make you feel better."

You sighed. "Whatever. We'll see, okay? Leave me alone." You stormed off, leaving him. He's really stupid. Really, really stupid. He doesn't understand. He's the one who deserves it. He deserves everything that's coming to him, that bastard. You finally arrived at your house, parking your car in the garage, you stormed inside, not even muttering a polite "hello" to your confused parents. Once inside your bedroom, you stripped and yanked on a sweater and some shorts, curling up in bed, you broke out in tears, completely losing it. Your body racked with sobs. You wished you could forget the memory completely. You couldn't. This idiot. Seriously.

You stumbled into his apartment, dropping your bag on the floor. 

"Jimin?" You called. Your calls were answered by sounds. Sounds you've never in your life have heard before, ever. Your calls were answered by his moans, and at first you hadn't suspected a thing. He was probably just...being a boy. Ew. And then. And then it was a name you've never heard before. You were shaking so bad. He was...he was..

Your eyes were beginning to water, you couldn't even see straight. You hadn't seen them when you first walked in, but there were a pair of strappy girly sandals that you were sure didn't belong to you, or him. He was cheating on you. You felt like puking. You couldn't stand to listen to his moans, or hers. You couldn't stand this. Angrily, you picked up your bags and left the apartment, closing the door quietly so he couldn't hear that you had let yourself in.  He was cheating on you. He lied to you. He said that you'd be the only one. Ever. You were his. Forever and ever.

Lies. Every one of them. 

You burrowed your head underneath your pillow, losing yourself in the fabric. 

"Y/N." And then  his  voice was right there. 

"Park Jimin, I asked you to leave me alone."

"Why?" He sat on the edge of your bed, stroking your arm. You flinched away from his touch. "Y/N, I'm your boyfriend. Tell me what's wrong."

Then you sat up, glaring at him, shooting daggers from  your eyes.

"Really, Park Jimin? Really?! You're really going to ask me what's wrong." You shook your head in disbelief. "You...I really can't believe you. Leave me alone." You paused, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. "You're an idiot, Jimin. Really. I knew what we had wasn't real. It was fake. Who is she?" You yelled, tears streaming down your face. "I sure as hell hope you treat her better than how you treated me. And if..." You paused, taking a breath. "And if, you choose to go fuck with some other girls, please, please, don't let her see." You were crying so hard now. "You can't do this to anyone, Jimin. Leave me alone. I thought you loved me. You don't. You need to leave my life, because as of right now, I seriously hate you. And you know what? I don't want to hate you, because deep down, even after everything you've done to me, I still want you."

You cried freely, staring at him sadly. "So now I ask you as a friend-an acquaintance- to please, leave my life if you ever want to see me again."

He simply stared at you in disbelief, and he leaned in to kiss you for the last time... You pulled back.

"No. Don't. Just don't. I don't want you anymore. Leave." You sighed before adding "I don't want to see you ever again. Ever." 

He stood up and nodded, leaving and quietly shutting the door behind  him. You couldn't believe what you had just done. But it felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from your chest. It was over. You were done with having your heart broken by people who claimed to love you. It was your chance to start fresh.

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