Divorce House (Yoonmin)

My Heart Hurts Too

Yoongi pov

I close my burning eyes that can't seem to stop watering. I've been trying to get a good night's sleep, but I just can't. It's been a week since Jimin moved out and I've been stuck in this house by myself...

I rub my eyes and groan. The sunlight is starting to shine through the windows and I'm nowhere near well rested. Every time I try to erase Jimin from my memory he keeps appearing.

His smile.

His laugh.

His touch.

His love.

I can still feel all of it. Even in the end he let me keep the house. I want to hate him but I can't. Instead, I just waste away in here without any sense of direction. I've been with Jimin for so long...my whole life has revolved around him and now-

It's nothing. I let out a shaky breath as I try to calm my nerves. I can't let this divorce tear me a part. I was fine without Jimin before...everything will work out...

                                  ***
"How are you holding up?" Hoseok ask as I place a customer on hold.

I crack my back and close my eyes. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Well, if you ever want to go out, we could hit up a few bars in town." He suggest and I almost give in, but I refuse to let this divorce get the best of me...

So what if Jimin cheated on me. It doesn't matter. I don't care.

                                ***

The walk from the subway to the house takes about 10 minutes. At this point I just want to put my feet up and forget about everything. I stop in my tracks when I see lights flashing from a truck. It takes another two seconds to realize that it's parked in front of my house.

I pick up my pace, "Hey! What are you doing?" I yell at the men loading the couch Jimin and I picked out into the truck.

They ignore me and continue to take box after box into the back of the truck while I rush up my front steps. The door is wide open and everything is a mess from the packing. The dream house that Jimin and I picked out is being torn a part.

"Yoongi." I turn around to face Jimin's father.

I lick my chapped lips, "Mr. Park...what's going on?"

"You and Jimin got a divorce, so I'm simply taking back what belongs to me." He folds his arms as he stares down at me. "You can pack a few of your things, but don't expect anymore hand outs."

My mind becomes a thick haze as I try to wrap my brain around his words...handouts? Is that what he thinks this is? That I took this house from Jimin?

My eyes burn with hot tears, but I quickly blink them away as my blood boils. I bite down on my lip, drawing blood from how wronged I feel.