Delilah;
"Hey Delilah," Jimin said timidly with a bottle of wine in his hand and cake. I shook my head and turned away as I began to shut the door. "Wait! Please," he said as he put his foot in the door frame to stop it from closing.
"Leave Jimin," I kicked his foot out and slam the door shut. He knocked profusely. I wasn't trying to hear it. If it wasn't for him introducing them on set and encouraging they exchanged numbers as "friends" and not telling me, this wouldn't happen or maybe it would have been the same results. Who knows? But what I do know is that he was supposed to be a loyal family friend and despite him being a friend of Taehyung since high school he should have respected me that much. "I'm sorry," he cried as he continued to knock.
"Are you? You were my friend Jimin, or so I thought, you were supposed to look out for him! For us! When I wasn't there, to remind him that I was at home waiting for him, that my love was waiting for him," I shouted.
"I know, I tried, despite what you think I didn't think it would go that far, I really thought he would just be friends with her and introduce you to her so you guys could be friends, my end goal was you and her to be friends, I promise if I knew this was going to happen I wouldn't have done that," he said as his knocking got smaller and smaller.
"Jimin you are a fucking snake that I should have beheaded a long time ago, you didn't give a shit about me, you wanted you friend back, the one who played women before me, why? Because you are single and don't have a commitment bone in your body? How could you ruin someone else's marriage and think I should bring them a fucking cake? You are a trifling mother fucka!"
It was getting hard to breathe and I started to feel dizzy. I sat down on the couch and tried to calm down. I could hear his whimpering cries outside of my door. I knew he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. That is how he is. He will cut a piece of himself if it made you happy. "I know Delilah, I am so sorry," I shook my head at his pleads out the door. "You're right Jimin, you are sorry, so take your sorry ass cake, sorry ass wine, and sorry ass self and get the fuck off my doorstep and tell your sorry ass friend that I will take him for every thing he got!"
I broke into more sobs as he sobbed from outside. I just wanted him to leave, he was the constant reminder of how my whole world got turned upside down and if he thinks he can mend this friendship he is wrong. I set myself up for failure the moment I met him. I then set myself up again when I married that bastard. And now I betray myself for ever thinking I had a complete love story. It was all wishful thinking and hope in my darkest place.
That I would be free of this self hatred, if someone showed me how to love me properly, and in return receive my love.
He sat there for hours even when I hear Lucia voice out the door. "What the fuck Jimin? You scared the fuck out of me! Why are you here? Get away from Delilah doorstep," she said. I heard some scoffing noise and groans before I heard her knock on the door. I walked to it and pulled it open. She rushed inside and shut him out.
I got a glimpse of him beforehand. He was pitiful from what I saw, he lost a significant amount of weight and look like he hadn't slept in days. His cake was now smashed and the wine was thrown in the grass, all done probably by Lucia. She hated him more than me and that is rare for her. "Come here," she said as she pulled me into a tight hug.
I broke in her arms again, the comfort she was giving me was much needed in this moment of time. This moment of my darkest, most vulnerable state of my mind and body. "Have you eaten yet?" She asked. I shook my head as tears kept falling. I was getting a headache and panicking at the same time and she knew it. She was still hugging me as she talked me down. Distracting me from this whole ordeal.
*Few hours later;
"Should we call the cops on him?" She asked as she peeked out the window blinds.
"What is he doing?" I asked as I rest on the couch.
"Looking stupid, he's picking the wine off the ground and wiping it clean as he is crying," she said.
I turned to face the back of the couch, my mind scream fuck him but my heart, despite it's pain wanted to hear him out. But I was done listening to excuses and pitiful sorry and I didn't know this was happening. I picked up my phone and scrolled until I found Namjoon's number. The only one of them I could trust right now. "Hello?" He answered quickly.
"Come get your sorry ass friend off of my doorstep," I said agitated.
He knew from my tone just who I meant it to be. He was always like that. He knew the exact moment to be there and when I needed space. He was one of those friends that made you comfortable in being you and what you wanna do in life. He made you see the bigger picture when you saw only a drop of it's paint. He was silent on the phone for a while. "Well?" I asked a bit harshly. I heard the sound of sheets rustling around and him softly say to someone "I'll be back baby, sleep well," before he return to the call.
He sighed and said "okay, be right there,"
Namjoon is a good friend and I know most of these people is going to give him a headache. Lmao. tell me how you like the story so far ~TB
