Pretend Love: What Happens Between Us |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'I see.' I stayed calm, 'I can't say I care much.'

I'm currently sitting in a restaurant. It is pretty packed, but the tables are just far enough from each other not to be able to hear other people's conversations. Or so I thought. The reason I'm in here is my boyfriend. Not that he deserves the title.

Him and I have been together for 3 years now. We never had a perfect relationship by any means, but it wasn't bad either.
We got along fine and he was never mean to me. He might have been selfish and insensitive at times, well, most of the time, but we didn't argue or anything.
On the outside we seemed like a solid couple, but we both knew that he didn't care enough. I did like him at one point, but we're way past that point now.

'Luna, I'm not sure what to say or how to fix this.' He looked at me, trying to sound sincere, but I knew him well enough. There was no emotion behind these eyes. He is only sorry that he got caught.
Cheating, that is.

'Moon So, there's no need to pretend anymore. I'm not sure it matters. There is nothing here to fix anyway.'

I'm proud of myself. I am not getting emotional. He does not deserve my tears. I will not let him know that he pissed me off or hurt me. If I cared more, maybe I would have a rection, but now it just feels like I've beed carrying this dead weight and I needed to get rid of it.

'Luna do you really not care about me?' He asks, placing his hand on mine across the table.

I pull my hand out from under his and give him a smile 'Even if I did, and I don't, there would be no point debating that now.'

He pulls back his hand and runs it through his hair in frustration. I don't see why he's the one getting frustrated and angry.
I'm the one that found him fucking his assistant.

He is a good looking guy. 6'1", pretty good body, in shape. Not a bad looking face, soft hair, cute smile. He is a solid 7 out of 10. Even more when he dresses up.
Point is, I get why a girl would want him.
His looks were the first thing I've noticed too when we first met.

What I don't get is why he would stick his thing into another woman, when he is supposedly, happily taken. But what's done, is done.

'You really don't have a soul. I can't believe you're treating me this way!' He says it a bit too loud, so a few surrounding tables look at us weird.

I will not let myself be degraded by an idiot like him.
'I'm sorry, but shouldn't I be the one getting angry? You're the one that wants to sleep around. I wasn't the one caught with a guy inside of me. Which is more than I can say for that assistant of yours.' I smile at him, getting him even more worked up.

He gets really pissed off and starts insulting me.
'It's not my fault that you're so ugly. Maybe if you weren't, you'd be able to keep your man!' Again, too loud.

I can't lie, that one stung quite a bit.
I'm not ugly by any means, but this childlike insult went a bit deep.

'So, what you're saying is, you're the best I can get?' I chuckle

'It doesn't get much better than this.' He gestures at himself and scoffs at me

'Moon So, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm pretty sure that the next guy that comes in, will be 10 times better.' I lean back on my chair and cross my hands on my thighs, sitting with my legs crossed.

He laughs at me sarcastically 'Sure, then fuck the next guy that comes in. I'm sure he will be happy to have you!' He laughs again

'I mean, I am a free woman now. I can do what I want. No need for your permission. But thank you.' I bow my head sarcastically