BTS imagines // ENDED.

*F.U.* |Taehyung|

Length: 1174words
Warning: ANGST, CHEATING, IMPLIED VULGARITY
A/N: requested by tumbleandlove !! this storyline is inspired by F.U. - Little Mix. they are a wonderful band and I really love this song. the lyrics are in italics and underlined! hope you enjoy! ((really proud of this hehe))

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"All damn night, I was here waiting. Cooked your favourite, dressed up real nice."

She had his favourite dinner set up at the table. She even lit a few candles to give the romantic atmosphere. She wore the wine red dress, the one he loved on her. Even though they were only having a dinner together at home, she dressed well up. They rarely spent time together, don't even mention having a dinner together. So when he said he had a night off months before, she immediately marked a date on her calendar, making sure that they would be in their own world that night.

However, he never went home that night, and she knew why.

"I know you were with her, I know that you kissed her."

She knew about him having another girl. She had known it for awhile now.

The distant looks.

The lack of love and skinship.

It was all clear to her. She had found out about the other girl months ago when her friend sent her a clear photo of Taehyung and the other girl kissing in a secluded booth in a pub.

When he went home after being in that pub, he didn't have any guilt in his eyes, hell, he wasn't even drunk.

That's when she knew, he wasn't planning to end any of the relationship he had with both of them.

But she stayed.

She wanted to watch how long he could keep the lie.

"You came home late and I was so mad. Had my break up speech ready. Then you kissed my face, it's the way you persuade me."

But this time, she was done.

She was ready to pack up and leave. If he hadn't shown that this was affecting him, it was definitely affecting her. She was ready to scream at his face, ask him why, throw the plates of food she had spent hours on at him. She didn't care if he got hurt because her heart was hurting way more than what he could ever feel.

When she heard the door creak out at 1am in the morning, she stood up. She was still in the dress. She had decided, if she was planning to leave him, he was going to see her in her best form. She wanted him to regret, she wanted him to feel a sort of emotion when she left him.

But once he saw her in that dress, he broke out into the smile she loves so much. It stunned her, making her paused in the speech she was about to say. While she was stunned, he grabbed her by the waist and planted kisses all over her face. He giggled as his lips covered almost every corner.

That's the moment of weakness that made her stay for another day.

"You're dirty, disgusting."

She looked at the red thong in disgust as she was doing the laundry. She had pulled it out of Taehyung's pocket. It's either he forgot that it was there or she had sneakily slipped it in. In any way, it was just purely disgusting to her. She quickly threw the thong into the corner and stood up to go to the sink to watch her hands.

As she scrubbed her hands, she wished she could scrub the feeling of his hands off her body as well. They felt dirty. She remembered how his hands travel would travel from her hands to her waist and she cringed.

"You cheatin', you lyin', I know that you're hiding two cellphones."

"I'm not coming home early tonight, alright? So don't wait up for me." He stated before he stepping into the bathroom. Nodding to no one in particular, she waited for the shower to turn on. Once she heard the water running, she immediately moved to his side of the bed and reached down into the corner, pulling out an old cellphone of Taehyung's. She had came across it as she was changing the bedsheets one day. They contained texts to his other girl.

She opened the messaging application and click on the only contact there. She read the latest messages and realized they were meeting at the café just down the street. Scrolling up, she realized that the endless chats were filled with love exchanged from both parties.

She gave a dry laugh.

She felt bitter that she wasn't the one receiving the messages. After all, she was the one that gave him her undying love but he just had to run off and find someone else.

"I'll get my revenge."

She had planned to end this once and for all.

She was going to collect all the evidence and show it to him.

Show what it had done.

Show what he had lost.

However, she was going to show him how much it wasn't affecting her. How she was still able to hold her head up high as she walked out of the apartment without crying. She was going to leave there proudly and made sure her heart wasn't broken.

Because, if his aim was to break a heart, hers would be to make sure it wasn't hers.

"I practice my lines in the mirror."

She stood in front of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw her bags piled up at the back, signaling she was ready. She had her lines prepared and it felt nothing but fresh air to her.

She sat down on the couch and waited for his arrival.

This was it.

This was the end.

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When she saw the door moving, she stood up with her arms crossed at her chest. "Hey, why are you still not asleep?" He asked as he smiled. His arms tried to reach out for her waist but she took a step back, earning a confused glance from him.

Smirking, she stared at him. "You tell me why." She flipped the basket of things on the small coffee table and the content spilled out.

The photo.

The thong.

His phone.

The printed screenshots of the exchanged messages.

All over the floor.

His eyes widen once he knew what they were. Before he could even say a word to plead for her to stay, her hands shot out in front of her and shoved him back roughly.

"Did you want to ask me to stay? Did you want to beg? Wait, do you even want me?"

She smirked as he nodded his head frantically, trying to form a sentence.

"All my friends say I'm a sucker for you. And all I could do was to smile. I can't explain it's complicated, because it's not.

I kept thinking, why be trapped in this relationship. I've known it for months now. But I keep getting drawn in by your sweet talking.

I can't get enough of your loving then I realized, do you really love me?

I don't want us to be anything.

Not husband and wife.

Not lovers.

Not friends.

Nothing.

You are nothing to me.

So I am going to say to you what I've always wanted to say."

His eyes widen by the harshness of her words and she took a step forwards, looking up at him daringly. She felt empowered and she felt proud. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for.

"Screw you."

A, B, C, D, E, F. U.