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I was now walking towards my house, in the cold, freezing my fucking ass off.
Of course I shouldn't be pissed, I don't really have the right to be in this situation... but fuck! Why does he have to be such a dickhead!?
I stomped my way to my front door and as I walked inside, I saw Jimin in the kitchen.
He walked towards me as I took off my boots, "Y/N."
"Yes." I replied as I finished and stood in front of him.
"I- uh..." he sighed and grabbed my hand to reach it out.
As he placed something in it, he closed my hand forming a fist and as I looked up at him, he had no emotion....
Nothing.
"I'm sorry... Just give me a few days..."
My mind confused as hell, while he walked passed me... then left.
What just happened?
The door slammed and I soon heard his car turn on. As I was still confused, I looked from the door to my fist.
As I opened it, tears began to stream down my face.
His ring.
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Fake Love 2 || Jimin BTS
Fanfictionre·gret /rəˈɡret/ verb 1. feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, especially a loss or missed opportunity). //Book 3 and Book 4 Now Available\\
