Y/N's POV-
I finally moved out for good from 'our' apartment. Or our ex-apartment. Well his apartment now. I never want to think about me and him like 'us' ever again in my life. I don't think anybody ever does after coming home to your two -year boyfriend happily rolling in your bed with some other girl.
So here I am. Driving towards my new flat I found two weeks ago. I had a meeting with my roommate-to-be and we totally clicked. She seemed really cool and nice to me.
I could not afford a flat just for me with my job at the bar, so I'm glad I could find something really nice on short notice. To be honest, I'd rather live under some tree rather be near that bastard ever again.
'Jackson' that's the name of the guy who shredded my heart to pieces. He's the reason I don't ever see myself trusting another man in my life again. I always thought we had something special, that we loved each other more than anything and that we could last. He made me happy. And I was so wrong to think I made him happy too. Our relationship was a pretense all this time. And I don't even want to think of, nor know how many women he slept with behind my back.
When I found him that night with that bimbo, he didn't even bother to try to explain things to me. Not that I would listen anyway. And it hurt that he didn't even apologize. So as much as it hurts I packed my things as quick as I could while tears were streaming down my face and Jackson was saying goodbye to the girl with words like, "I'll call you later, babe", sealing it with a nice kiss breaking my heart even more.
He went watching TV after that, leaving me all alone having a breakdown. When I was finished, I rolled my suitcases out of his bedroom and walked to the door. His voice stopped me, "Y/N, I ..." I guess he couldn't finish the sentence. Or he couldn't find the words.
Either way I didn't turn around. I stopped with my hand on the door handle and calmly said, never once turning around, "I don't wanna hear it, Jackson."
And with that I walked out of the door, ending our story. I was running down the stairs, desperately trying to keep my tears and whimpers in control. I only allowed myself to completely break down on the street and then panic hit me. Hard.
With my job, I couldn't afford a flat. I'd be lucky if I even find one in that short time. I pulled myself together, enough to get myself a taxi and go to people who I knew cared about me more than their own lives.
So that night I ended up in my parents house (barely even remembering how I got there) and had another breakdown. My mum comforted me almost all night until I felt like I didn't have tears to cry anymore and I was exhausted from everything that happened that day, while my dad threatened to drive to his flat and kill him with his bare hands.
My mum obviously tried to reason him and try to calm him down. I, on the other hand, didn't even care if Jackson got hurt in this very moment. I'd kill him myself if I didn't feel sorry for myself.
The next few days passed in the blur. I was going to work every night at the bar, assuring my best friend that I was fine and she didn't need to worry so much about me. Although I felt bad about lying to the ones who were closest to me, It felt good to feel normal again and don't receive the pity looks everyone was giving me. Plus, I had a flat to find.
My best friend Jisoo was kind enough to offer me to stay with with her, but I knew her flat wasn't big enough for three people, and with her boyfriend already living there, I didn't want to intrude. My parents were kind enough to let me stay with them. I think my mum was even feeling better that she could watch out for me like I was five years old.
But I wanted to feel normal again. So when I spotted an advert in a newspaper that a girl named Rose, was looking for a roommate, I grabbed my phone in seconds before I changed my mind. She agreed to meet me and I drove to her place two days later.
Her flat was really nice looking, not too small and not too big. It had a big living room with a big screen TV and a comfortable looking black couch. When she showed me the room I'd be staying in, I almost drooled. It was that beautiful! It had a big bed in the middle, a window with a breathtaking view of the city and a closet that big, I could shove three people in there and they could probably be dancing, but when I saw the bathroom I almost dropped on my knees and begged her to take me as her roommate.
I think she saw my expression because she just smiled to herself. The bathtub was huge. And I mean enormous! I almost launched myself in there and stay there forever. I could already picture myself living in there for hours. Mmn.
There was a big mirror with cabinets aside and a small window. It wasn't that big, but I loved it more than anything.
Then we went to the kitchen where we would talk. The kitchen was in black and white and it was big. I didn't actually like to cook, but I'd sure like to spend some time in here. The kitchen had a table in the middle and we sat down.
Rose asked me my opinion and stated a few rules. She wasn't picky. No smoking in there. No parties without her knowing. No loud music in the night.
I agreed to move in. I was actually excited. We talked about payment and we both agreed to split the bills.
Then we got to know about each other. She talked mostly because I'm not really the talkative type and I don't trust people easily anymore.
I found out she was 24 years old, and yay the same age as me, also that her brother bought her the flat. She was so easy to talk to and I immediately liked her. I hoped we could become good friends.
She said I could move in right away if I wanted. She worked in the fancy clothes shop down the street. I never visited it, but I heard the clothes there were quite expensive.
The next day, I was already all packed and saying goodbye to my parents and promising to visit them soon. I wanted to drop my stuff in my new flat before my job, take a long bath and then if I had time unpack some things.
When I got there, Rose wasn't there. I made myself comfortable in my new room and then went exploring. I can't believe how lucky I am to get such a great flat in that short time.
When the clock showed, 4 o'clock, I ran myself the hot bath I was dreaming all day. I poured myself a glass of champagne that I bought with me and start relaxing. I finally feel really happy and content.
I felt myself falling asleep but the doorbell made me almost jump out of my skin. I thought it was Rose and she forgot her keys or something, so I quickly jump out of the bath and wrap a towel around myself. I run to the door and open it. But there was definitely not Rose standing there.
There was a man wearing a black suit with a white button down and a black tie. He had brown dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and full lips that were smirking at me. He looks me up and down and I feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. I remember I am only in my towel and I suddenly feel very self-conscious and under-dressed.
"Hello there, you must be my sister's new roommate" the man says in a low tone, making me weak at my knees and sticks his hand out for me to shake. "My name's Park Jimin."
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So that's the first chapter, I know not much happened in it but the drama will start soon lol please comment your opinions so I know if this sucks or not. This was so plain I'm sorry ;(
Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a great day/night.