Making Lemons Sweet || Jimin X Reader

Ch. 10 Deal?

Taehyung calls out after you as you stalk away towards your dorm, but you ignore him.

Given that it's Tae, it's not hard to just ignore him, but you're so fed up.

Fed up, tired, cold, betrayed, angry and sad and numb all at once.

You didn't want to feel sorry for yourself earlier, but now you don't feel anything else. It's not fair. It's not right. And it's your own damn fault for setting foot into that bar.

If you had just stuck it out and gone straight home you never would have known.

Ignorance truly is bliss, but bliss often goes unrecognized until you are no longer ignorant.

But now you know, and now Jimin knows you know. Your stomach turns, remembering the guilt that washed over his face as you stood across the table from him and his new sidepiece. Maybe you were meant to be his side piece, all along, something fun and forbidden and innocent to ruin.

He certainly did a hell of a job ruining whatever you had.

He knew what he was doing when he let her sit in his lap. He always knew what he was doing.

When he kissed you in the kitchen, secret kisses in the stairwell, acting like he actually cared when and where you finally had sex.

All of your sweet memories taste bitter, but now you know better.

Suddenly it all makes sense why Jungkook wanted Jimin to stay away from you. In his own cryptic way he really was just trying to keep you safe from a fuck boy. It's a shame you didn't rat him out there and then, you could have watched Jungkook kick his ass as pay back.

Well Jimin played his part well, and you fell hard. Harder than your head hitting your pillow when you finally get back into your dorm.

A tension wells up in your chest.

You want to scream or cry or lash out at something. Grabbing your pillow out from under you, you kneel on the bed, slamming it against the mattress over and over. Over and over until you're out of breath, and your heaving chest begins to shake.

Hugging the abused pillow into your chest, you settle back onto your heels, hunching over as you begin to sob.

Why.

You could come up with a million ways to hate him for what you saw. Calling him a million awful names in your own mind. You can blame yourself for getting too close, too involved, too in love. But you can't shake the little part of you that still wants to hold on.

Buzz, buzz, buzz

Wiping your eyes with your hand you grab your phone, seeing Hana's name on the screen.

If it had been anyone else you probably would have just let it go to voicemail, which does highlight the lack of calls from anyone else begging for forgiveness.

"H-hana?" Your voice cracks almost imperceivably.

"Hey I'm sorry I missed your text, I'm just about to leave, do you still need a ride?" Her car door shuts in the background.

"N-no I'm home... Jimin- um stood me up."

There's silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'll explain when you get here, can you just come home?"

"I'm on my way, just a few minutes okay?"

"Okay."

The call static clicks out, and you pull your phone away from your face. Glancing in the mirror in the corner of the room you see your sorry state.