AT YOUR SERVICE

42. Break Up 💦🔞

The drive there was so stressful. I kept thinking about every scenario and what could potentially happen when I got there. He was right, though. We needed to have a proper conversation in private without the prying eyes and ears of others. We needed to get our feelings out in the open without anyone else's opinion weighing on us. We both needed to be honest with each other and ourselves. If we make amends then great, if not then I guess I can take the opportunity to clear my things out of his apartment and leave the situation be for good. But we can't continue like this. It's not good for either of us and I know everything is affecting the guys too, even if they won't say anything to me directly. I've gotten so close to all of them, I really don't want this whole thing to affect our relationships but I also don't want to cause them any more unnecessary stress and bring even more drama to the table. I really just want all of this to be over already. I want to get his side of everything before I make any decisions, even if I'm ninety percent certain of what I'm going to do.

I walk into his complex and go into the elevator, punching the button for his floor. Once I reach it, I walk right to his door. I texted him that I was coming by but he didn't respond. I know he's home because it's his off day, maybe he's just asleep. I don't ring the doorbell, I punch his code into the number pad and walk in. As soon as I open the door, I see a pair of women's heels in the entryway. I walk a little further into his apartment and see a purse and a jacket on his couch. No one's around but it doesn't take me long to figure out where they might be.

I put my bag down on the coffee table and make my way down the hall towards his bedroom. The door is slightly cracked and I can hear moans, his moans, coming from the room. I take a silent deep breath and look through the sliver and I see him sitting on his bed. His body is facing the door so I have a perfect view of him stuffing his dick down this bitches throat as his head is thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open, moaning in pure bliss.

"Oh god baby. Just like that. Fuck, that feels good." I hear him say with labored breathing.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I loudly say as I push the door wide open. His face drops as he pushes her off him. She has no idea what's happening as he gets up and quickly pulls his pants and boxers up.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" She asks. Then she turns around and she sees me standing in the doorway looking more pissed than I've ever looked in my life. "Who the hell are you?" She asks.

"Clearly no one." I respond in a monotone, my eyes never leaving Jimin.

"Take your shit and get out." He tells her. She doesn't hesitate even though she's clearly pissed. I start to leave after her and he grabs my hand and pulls me back.

"Y/N, please-" he starts.

"Don't. You don't get to do that Jimin. You don't get to make me feel like shit when you're just as guilty as I am. What happened to you wanting to work things out? To talk about it? Why even invite me here to 'talk about it' when you were just gonna move on to the person?"

"What did you want me to do, huh?! What did you want me to feel?! You fucked my best friend!" He yells out.

"Because you couldn't keep it in your pants! It didn't take long at all for you to tell me you wanted me and then fuck Sophia! Taehyung was trying to comfort me and make me feel better because you led me on and made me believe you wanted something. You made me believe you actually gave a shit! But you didn't then and you don't now. And you know what? I'm tired, Jimin. I can't do this with you anymore. I'm done playing your fucking mind games. I'm done feeling like I'm not good enough, like I'm constantly doing something wrong. I've hurt a lot of people because of you and I'm not going to keep hurting them." I say through the tears streaming down my face.