→ Warnings: Sexual asst. topics suggested (Not aimed at Jimin),
→ Rating: 18+ Minors are prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.
→ Genre: Mending relationship
→ Summary: You and Jimin just broke up. And by no means was it mutual. Honestly the reason why you dumped him was stupid. You were self conscious. Scared you weren't good enough for him compared to the many fans he has. The feelings are there. But you try to ignore them and Jimin's many texts and calls. But something get in the way of your plan.
→ Word Count: 2 405
Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.
Published: 03/28 / 24
Inspiration: (Strangers Kenya Grace) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgd5Bv7vefY
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"No new messages." I sighed, tossing my phone on my bed. My tear stained face buried in my hands. A dark cloudy morning, similarly to how I was feeling. Pushing my hair out of my face as my memory caught up with me. I had just dumped my boyfriend. The infamous Park Jimin. Yet I was the one crying myself to sleep like a baby. Tissues tossed about my mess of a room, like it hadn't been cleaned in years. Struggling about us splitting, in silence. Though he was.. Not exactly agreeing with the situation either. Yet again here I was thinking about him again. "Forget him."
I spat out. Shaking my thoughts away from the matter. Throwing my sheets off myself, I flung my legs over the side of the bed. As my now cold feet dangled above my cozy gray bunny slippers. Staring down at them knowing damn well I needed something to distract myself from my own thoughts.
With a groan I made the final hop out of my bed, sliding into the cozy slippers. Slugging my way to the bathroom. Making eye contact with myself in the mirror, I winced. Wiping the tear stains and messy hair off my face. It had made it just slightly obvious how I was feeling. Sliding off my pajamas and cozy slippers. Turning my focus to the tap, the hissing of warm water already sounded refreshing. Sliding down my form as steam filled my small cluttered bathroom. Though I stood there empty minded, staring at a tile on the shower wall. Examining every corner again and again. Washing up had relaxed me a little. But it certainly didn't move my thoughts entirely. If anything it reminded me of the little things like this we'd do together. In the morning before work or the evening after a long day. It had felt like a long day. Even though I had just woken up.
Sulking over back to my bed I flopped down again defeated. A wet towel round my neck. My hair, a disaster, Leaving tear stains on the sheets. Picking up my phone I decided to scroll through social media. Just random nonsense.
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By this point it was already two forty three pm. Still sprawled out on my bed in a bathrobe. Hair still slightly damp, unstyled. No effort once oh ever. Finally I flopped my phone down beside me. My eyes ached, stomach growling at me. Thoughts of his smile filled my mind. The words of affirmations he'd tell me at times like these.. My apartment had never felt.. So big. I sat up again, phone limp in one hand, the other placed over my forehead. Aching from having been lazing around for hours on end.
"Ugh.. my head.. I need to drink and eat-" Just as I was about to make an attempt to get up. My phone vibrated in my hand. I didn't have to look to know who it was. I sat in silence for a moment, my head in my hand as my phone rang in the other. Hesitantly I took a glance, reading the caller ID as tears started brewing in my eyes. Making my head throb. Gritting my teeth, I tossed my phone on my bed. Standing up, leaving it behind.
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