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Mr. Heartbroken

First Chapter... Please enjoy!
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Jimin POV
A cold breeze accompanied with cold words came to freeze my heart. Isn't it amazing how simple words can make so much damage to one's heart. I do my best to remain unfazed as he goes on to tell me why we weren't good for each other. As if it would make me feel better. Once his speech finishes, he takes his cue to leave.
  Now it is just me. Like always.
  I shook my head hoping that it would draw the tears off my face. I should be used to this by now since it isn't the first nor the last time it happens.
  You see, love isn't as simple as movies make it out to be. There is no fateful meeting with your soulmate or a pretty lovestory between childhood friends. No. In reality, you have to kiss many frogs in hopes that one of them will turn out to be your prince charming.
  I just realize that I haven't present myself.
  Hey pretty readers. I'm Park Jimin or as my friends call me Mr. Heartbroken. I know it is kind of a weird nickname but it is true. I have been rejected by everyone I have had crush at. It makes me wonder if cupids are even real.
  Damn, you don't about that yet.        Well it is important for the writer's intentions. So let me explain.
  In my world, reality, book, or whatever you want to call it, we have these beings called cupids. And no. Not the flying babies that you are imagining. They look like normal people, but they can find your soulmate in less than a week. They are supposed to help when you get a considerable amount of heartbreaks, yet they don't seem to take notice on me.
  Now that we finish that longass monologue, let's go on with the story, shall we?
  After My epic defeat against reality. I decided that it was best for me to head to class. May be it will take my mind of my forever alone status. Thankfully my next class was Creative Writing, and knowing Mr. Min, it will probably a free topic essay or story. As I enter the classroom, I signaled a little wave to Mr. Min and heard some girls giggling behind. After all, he was an attractive young professor. At first, when he appeared in the classroom, most of us thought that he was another student, but that was not the case. You can't blame us because he is, in deed, only 24 which means he is only three years older than me. But wait, that is not all. It was only later that I discovered that we used to go to the same school kind of. Our old school used to be a middle school and a highschool together. So, while I was finishing middle school he was already a senior.
  Damn, why am I make so many monologues today?  Oh, I know. The author needed some exposition.
  So, moving on. Creative Writing went exactly like I expected, no surprise there. We went on and made a free topic story. It made me clam down a lot. Also, Mr. Min like to play piano music while we write. He claims that it makes inspiration follow. I love that music, but i can't seem to find it on YouTube. Curious.
  Anyways, time flew by as I let myself sink in the story I was writing. I was done packing and left my sheet on Mr. Min's desk.
"Mr. Park" I turned around to see Mr. Min looking at me with a slight grin. "Could you please wait a few minutes?" I gave him a nod and stood infront of the desk.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, don't worry. Just wait a second." I intendly watch as he roam through his files looking for something. "Here it is."
"What is it?"
"It is a sign up form for the upcoming literature contest."
"A literature contest?"
"Yeah. It is a pretty big deal. Every university has to summit a short novel and the winner is given prize for the writer and one for the university. I have been talking to Mr. Kim about making you the representative. So, what do you think?"
"When is the contest?"
"It is in three months, so you have plenty of time."
 "OK. I will do it."
" Great! You will meet after your lessons every Thursday and Friday starting next week, since it is Friday. I will be revising you draft and giving you suggestions. Now go on. Have a nice week end." 
"Thanks, Mr. Min! You too."
I did a small bow and attempted to get the form from his hand. What I didn't expect was that our hands will somehow get tied up with each other.  I instantly looked at him and felt my face burn.
"Well, Mr. Min. Bye!"
I quickly turned around and made my way out. But not before noticing the smug smirk on his face.
Finally at my apartment, I could breath in peace to calm my poor heart.
Jimin. Calm down. Stop this. He is a teacher for hell's sake!
After that, I went on to do my homework. It took me sometime, but it was finally done. Now, I had sometime to brainstorm for my novel. I instantly dismissed romance because it seemed cliche. (That moment when your own character disses you. Right in the feels Jimin. Right in the feels.) I decided a crime thriller. I suddenly heard a knock on my door. When I opened it, there was a tall guy waiting there.
" I uhm... Sorry. Do I know you?"
"No. Let me introduce myself. Hey. I am Taehyung, your assigned cupid. Nice to meet you, Park Jimin."
"Wait. What?"
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