I'm In Love With A Dork [Jimin Fanfic] (Complete)

//Imagine 1, pt. 2//

part 2

"Ex-excuse me, b-but did he leave for g-good?" you stammered. "Huh, I thought he told you everything, but I guess not. And to answer your question, I don't know. He didn't tell me any details. He just mentioned leaving to the States," she said. "W-would it be ok-kay for me to look around in h-his dorm?" you struggled to speak, but what you made out seemed to get the point across. "Go ahead, but I don't understand why you would need to ask for my permission. It's not like you haven't been in before." (your bias') neighbor said. "T-thank y-you."

You pulled out your keychain and took out the second copy of the key (your bias) gave you. As you swung the door open, you popped. Every feeling you had been feeling finally let go. Sadness. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. Nostalgia. Tears flowed down your face. All of the furniture had been removed. You paced around, your footsteps echoing against the walls because of the emptiness. Memories of you two surge back. The practices, the duets you sang, the movie marathons, each memory contributing to your tears. It was so surreal. The person who became such a large chunk in your life was gone.

*a week later*

"Where are you going?" your mom asked as she saw you packing . "(Place in America)," you answered. You and your mom became distant after that day. Although your mom apologized and regretted her words and tried to mend what was broken, you gave no effort to. "Oh, I heard (your bias) is in America too, are you going in hopes of seeing him?" she teased. "No, mom. I'm not going because of him. I'm going because I've always wanted to go and since I'll be going to college soon, I won't have time to." Your mom's expression immediately changed. "What college?" "I already told you," you reminded. "Is it (college)?" your mom asked. You nodded, not looking her in the eye. "If you're going to that college, you won't be welcome in this household," your mom tried to threaten. You shrugged your shoulders, "I couldn't care less." Your mom raised her voice, "THEN IF YOURE LEAVING, DONT COME BACK." You knew what your mom was like. She would feel bad and regret what she said. That always happened. You didn't reply and left for the airport.

*fast forward*

When you arrived at the airport in America, you called yourself a cab since you didn't know anyone and you came by yourself. You took English in school so what you said was understandable. You get dropped off at your hotel. After putting your luggage in your room, you went around the area to get something to eat.

You wandered around and couldn't help but sniffle. Everything just screamed (your bias). The things around you brought back memories of you and (your bias). Even simple things reminded you of inside jokes or a moment shared. You lowered your head to avoid examining your surroundings any longer and stared at your shoes while walking to the restaurant.

The restaurant was huge. Half of it was for weddings and the other half was a buffet. A waiter rushed to assist you to a table. You go get food and heard the loud music from the other side of the restaurant. "A wedding must be happening today. At least someone is having a good day today," you said to yourself. "Let's have a toast for the marriage of (your bias' name) and (random name)!" a voiced boomed through the speakers. You were in utter disbelief. "(Y-your bias-s)?" you couldn't believe it. "No. It's not him," you forced yourself to believe it wasn't (your bias). (Your bias) wouldn't do this. He would tell you. He told you everything.. right?

The voice of the announcer came on again, "Mr. (your bias' name), so I've heard you're quite a singer. Why don't you come up here and sing a song?" Cheers and whoops could be heard.

The music began and the tune sounded familiar to you. The voice of the groom began to sing. Your jaw dropped. That song. That was the song (your bias) composed with you for you during one of the times spent together. "Maybe he lied about composing it," you told yourself. You listed the possible reasons for what was happening, trying to convince yourself it wasn't (your bias), but eventually, curiosity took over. You HAD to see who the couple was.

You snuck into the wedding. The lighting was dim so you couldn't see who they were just yet. A spotlight then was put on a guy. A guy you knew. (Your bias). A lump was already forming in your throat. You wanted to leave, you really did, but you couldn't. Your knees locked and your feet stayed planted on the ground. You felt like vomiting. (Your bias) scanned the audience as he sang the last note. Your eyes focused on him and your guys' gaze met. He dropped the mic mid-note. "YN!" he screamed from the stage. The attention was now on you. Eyes were focused on you and murmurs spread across the room. The bride look at (your bias) in confusion. (Your bias) sprinted towards you. You began to run. You needed to get out of there, out of (your bias') presence. The distance between you and (your bias) was closing. Your legs weakened, which allowed (your bias) to catch up to you. (Your bias) grabbed your wrist and spun you around. He was clearly out of breath. "Wait," he paused, "let me explain.."