𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Heartbreak

A day after the maze incident, Jimin walks into your vicinity. You're in the infirmary still, sitting on your bed and brushing your hair. Your face is bruised to hell, your left wrist sprained, same with your right ankle, your vision dazed, and your nose broken. All because he left you without so much as glancing to see if you were okay. He shyly walks forward, fiddling with his fingers. It was smart of him not to visit any sooner. If he did, you probably would've blown his head off. At least now you're a bit calmer.

"Baby... I am so, so sorry-"

"You left me," you interrupt, "you left me with three strange men who were trying to kidnap us, and you didn't even bother to bring professors in. You didn't bother to come back for me. I had to get saved by a damn student! You couldn't even tell the professors what was going on right!" Jimin flinches at your loud tone, nodding. He's softly crying, averting his eyes to the ground.

"Don't you dare call me baby... and you sure as hell will never call me yours again." His head snaps up at that, his eyes wide. He rushes to your bedside, brushing some hair out of your face, taking the brush out of your hand and placing it on the nightstand. "Stop it," you say, backing away from him.

"Please don't do this... p-please I can't lose you," he cries, his voice cracking, "I care about you too much. I-I lov... I..."

You scoff and shake your head, "If you cared about me so much then why the hell did you leave me?" Truthfully, deep down, you're not this mad at him. It's a fleeting thought in your mind, the trauma and ache you feel overpowering it despite you not wanting it to. But it's like you can't control it. The anger. The pain. It feels like he's a cause of that, and unfortunately, in your eyes, he becomes that even if it isn't true.

"I went on instinct: I ran. I thought you were still with me. As soon as I saw you weren't, I tried to go back for you. I got held back by one of my house members, Jax."

You don't believe any of that. "You... the top student, one of our best in strength and defense... you couldn't overpower a housemate of yours?"

His eyes show his pain, the hope slowly dwindling from his eyes. "Y/n, honey... I'm so so sorry. I wish I could heal this myself." You look away from him, not answering. He sits on the sit of your bed and grabs the water bowl on your nightstand, bringing it onto his lap. "Come on hon, let me see your pretty face." You ignore him. He takes the sponge in the water and squeezes it out, scooting closer to you. "Please?" he whispers.

Reluctantly you turn to him, his gentle hands using the sponge to wipe off your dirty skin. He goes around the bandages, staring at his work as he goes. Meanwhile, you keep your eyes on the bed. A few minutes pass, and he notices your quietness, placing the bowl on the nightstand again, but keeping the sponge. He comes closer, holding your hand. You instantly slip away from him. Jimin frowns, "Honey, please-"

"I'm not yours. Stop acting like I am," you mumble.

He lowers the sponge from your face, staring for a few moments. You blankly gaze at him. It's that that makes him breakdown. Jimin cries, placing the sponge down and putting his hand on his face. "I'm sorry... I-I'm so sorry my love. I'm so s-sorry," he stammers, hyperventilating. As much as it pains you to see him like this - he left you. He left you with men you don't know who were trying to kidnap you. Without hesitation. On instinct is what he said. So it was instinct to leave you? Is that it?

"You told me you wouldn't leave me," you mutter, "but that's exactly what you did."

"Honey please-"

"Stop it!" He jumps at your loud tone. You do too, but again, the pain blinds you from seeing how irrational the words you're saying are. "Just... stop..." you finish, sinking back into your pillows. You sniffle and shake your head, "Min, I'm so glad you're alright. I'm glad you weren't hurt, I don't hate or dislike you I just... that's not the problem." He sits there staring, listening closely to every word you have to say. "I would've stayed for you," you whisper.