I'm not Ok [BTS Fanfic; Jimin X you ft.Jungkook]

Part 2

💞*NOTICE*💞
Y/N: your name
F/N: friend name
C/N: cousin name

Y/n POV
I made my way towards my room, ughh i couldn't stand the smell of 'almost sex' that lingered in the room. I grabbed my duffle bag and suitcase, and started packing clothes, shoes, and other stuff. "Stop y/n" Jimin said grabbing ahold of my hand. I gave him a death glare and continued to pack. "God damn it y/n! STOP!" Jimin yelled at me making his face completely red. I stood there shocked, Jimin has never yelled like this. "NO!" I screamed back. He ran his fingers through his hair feeling infuriated. "You're not going to even bother asking how or why? MY FUCKING PART OF THE STORY?!"Jimin shouted again. I laughed at his question. "Do I even need to? I saw what I saw, that's enough for me" i answered before grabbing the suitcase and duffle bag. Before I could make it out of the house Jimin grabbed my wrist and dragged me back into the bedroom. He then threw me on the bed, making me hit my ankles on the bed frame hard. "What the hell do you want?" I asked calmly, but obviously sounding like I was about to snap any moment now. Jimin didn't answer. "You want money?! Here!" I yelled throwing him the 20 dollar bills that I barely took out from the bank today. "The ring?!" I shouted taking off the old and new ring, throwing them into the trash can.
Jimin POV
Was she really trying to make me lose my temper?!? "You know what?!? I don't regret kissing and touching f/n!" I shouted. Leaving y/n with a hurt expression. "What?" Y/n asked quietly. "Yeah that's right! I wanted something from her, and I got it!" I said venting it all out. I looked at y/n's face. She was doing her best fighting back tears. "I wanted her y/n! I wanted to have fun. But I can never do that with you! You know why?! Because you're ugly and dumb, and you apparently can't handle it!" I yelled at her face. Y/n didn't say anything for awhile until I came to the bed to sit next to her. "You only wanted me for body? I'm so stupid " y/n scoffed, which shocked me. I looked to y/n, seeing a stream of tears falling down her face. "Wait....y/n that's not...." "Look, I'm done. I'm not going through this again.... I'm going now" y/n said cutting me off. Y/n walked out of the room, then out of the apartment....then out of my life.
~1 and a half months later~
Author's POV
You and Jimin haven't talked or seen each other since the breakup. For about a month, you sat in your old room at your parent's house, crying. You did anything that'd help the pain. Cut, drink, smoke, or even consume a bunch of pain killers. You became distant from everyone, which made them worry about you. And Jimin? His state of mind was much more worse than yours. He hasn't cleaned the apartment since you left. Those shopping bags were still there. All your guy's memories were still there. He was trying to keep himself in the past. Trying to only remember good times with you. He didn't go out anymore. Just to work and back. If he needed something he'd make one of his members go buy it for him. Both of your lives came to what seemed like... the end.
Y/n POV
I was doing better I guess. I stopped everything but the  crying. That day kept replaying over and over in my head. What did I do to deserve this? I even told Jimin why I couldn't do 'it' yet. I thought he understood, i thought he understood that I was raped and whenever I get sexually touched I can't help but cry. I hate guys. All they....all Jimin wanted was my body. Silly me, thinking he actually loved me for me. "Y/n ahh~" mom said opening my door. "Hmm?" I replied. Mom came in with dad, they both looked nervous. They came towards the bed, one parent sitting on the right/left side of the bed. "Y/n...." Dad started off. "You haven't been out in awhile you know?" He finished saying. I nodded. I could already tell where this was leading to. "So, why not go out tonight?" Mom asked cheerfully, hoping I'd agree. I took a deep breath