It was simple. But yet the simplest words shatter and crush you the most because it shows that he did not care anymore.
Your phone screen flickered open when the first tear dropped. Three words were displayed in the message: "lets break up"
No punctuation, no apology, no reason was attached to the short message that covered your emotions with pain and anger.
Park Jimin was a playboy and you knew it. He slept around every so often when he thought you didn't notice—but you did.
And that's what made your anger flare and heart shatter the most. He didn't want to mend his mistakes, nor did he confess his wrongdoings. You felt like you were just another one of his toys that he easily tosses around until he's bored of them.
But you thought you weren't. You were his girlfriend for gods sake! Park Jimin had confessed to you the beginning of freshman year, when he was still the innocent pudgy boy that hanged out with his 6 new friends.
You laughed at how naive you were—what did you expect? A sappy drama where a girl changes the bad boy from his ways?
His words that promised you no heart break echoed in your mind. You felt stupid, and you were frustrated at yourself for being stupid by falling into his trap.
Used, pathetic, naive, and dumb.
Those were the words that you would label yourself as. And you hated it.
—
"Are you sure?"
You took a breath in before exhaling out, trying to relax your jumpy nerves. You bit your lip nervously before a smile was displayed on your face.
"Yes. I'm sure."
Then you heard the snips, some big and some small. The mirror placed in the front of you showed your hair slowly being trimmed off and away from your head.
When you mother was finished, you jumped up and kissed her cheek, "Thank you! I love it Ma!" The shortened length that rose just above your shoulders felt free and light.
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She smiled and patted your back before proceeding to clean up the hairy mess on the wooden floor beneath you.
Jimin always told you he loved your long ivory hair. It was soft when he ran his fingers through it and he said it looked better on your figure.
But you hated how tangled it would get in the mornings, or how it tired out your arms while washing it. It was too much work and you never liked your hair long, but you kept it because he enjoyed it.
Now, you decided to do something for yourself for once— to show that this was you and you loved yourself.
From now on, this was all about you.
•••
16 months later
You had broken off contact with Jimin quite easily. He never came calling back in a sobbing mess nor did he once appear in front of you. It was as if he completely erased himself from your life, and vice versa.
His six friends that once were your closest brothers also never bothered you anymore. Each one of them never cracked a smile or politely greeted you when you accidentally bumped into them. Instead, they would ignore your pleading and disappointed stares as they brush past you while purposely giving you the cold shoulder.
And now you were wondering: What did I do wrong?
You always took care of Park Jimin when he was tired, stressed, or sick with a fever.
You were always waiting patiently at the shared apartment you both shared with each other, hoping he'd get off of his dance practice early.
You never once complained about the neglecting feeling or depressed emotions that worsened each time he came home with another lame excuse of "Hyungs couldn't get the dance right," or "Sorry. Was busy."
The long yet cheesy texts switched into short replies that sometimes would not be answered for hours.
But maybe that's why you didn't bawl out your eyes as much as you thought you would've when he sent the text—the two of you had already broken the loving relationship a long time ago even without the proper words.
Instead, the whole facade was fake. You didn't feel the love or loved him anymore.
You body was already numb from the repeated stabbing of pain and self-worthlessness that the final blow just finished off your injured state of heart.
Your phone rang abruptly which startled you out of your daze. Scrambling quickly to get it, you answered the green button and said, "Hello?"
A sobbing was heard in the other side of the receiver and you instantly recognized it to be the voice of Yoona, "Y/N... h-he.. my oppa—"
You had only been friends with Park Yoona for less than a year. Both of you bumped into each other at a Big Bang concert and mistakenly swapped phones.
Her quirky and bubbly personality helped you rise to your feet during several bad times. After only two months of bonding and fanning over Big Bang, the two of you were inseparable best friends.
Yoona had always mentioned her older brother and how he was apparently the same as her. With a bubbly smile and an adorable eye smile, you couldn't help but wonder if he acquired the same traits as her.
You had never met him in person or heard his voice because Yoona claimed he had left to America just a year ago, but then came back just two weeks ago.
After the call ended, you hailed a taxi to quickly get to the hospital where Yoona and her brother were at. She was your best friend that was always there with a box of tissues, and now it was your turn to repay her kindness.
The moment you arrived at the hospital, you immediately spotted Yoona in the front lobby waiting for you with tears streaming down her face.
She crashed you into a hug as she sobbed into your shoulder, "Oppa is—"she couldn't finish her sentence.
You patted her back in comfort and led her to room where her brother was resting in.
"H-he was always there f-for m-me," she rambled as the thick tears grew worse, "My-"
You stopped in front of the doorway, arms dropping to my sides and the sudden familiar pain was overcoming your heart once again.
"Jimin?"
a/n: shit. this sucked ass but it took so long to finish because I kept getting writers block. So the beginning was okay but then the end...
