Is It Her?//Park Jimin x Y/N

Chapter 1

"Slam!" Another door thrown shut by none other than Park Jimin himself. He walked over to a table full of beer bottles and pizzas boxes and slouched in a chair. Jimin was the quiet type. He was silent but the look he gave was deadly. He was lonely and intimidating. He can curl you around his finger in a snap. That's why I try to stay away from him at all times. He was looking around until he noticed a pile polaroid pictures under a paper plate. He angrily grabbed them, and a lighter, and stormed to the sink. He wasn't always lonely, he had friends, and even a girlfriend. But they weren't the best at being there for him.

One by one, every picture he brought to flames reminded him of a memory he wanted to disappear, except for one. Janice, red-haired woman. The only woman he'd let into his heart. She was beautiful and seemed friendly, but in the inside, her heart was made out of pure plastic. She'd shoplift, blackmail, lie, steal, and even go to the extreme of killing someone just to get what she wanted. But since she had Jimin, she'd always curl him into saving her from her messes. She used him and left him lying in the dust. Of course Jimin was so tranced in her so called 'love' that he never really noticed. Nor did he ever get over her, considering she was the only person he ever loved.

When she left him, he thought it was because someone took his place. He always tried to win her back. He thought that maybe the more trouble he caused, the more she'd be impressed and want him back. She never came around. Yes she knew and yes she saw his mess. But she was so cold hearted she turned her head and walked away. Jimin still being the the oblivious man he was, still waited.

Meanwhile I'm here explaining everything that I know and am seeing through the tiny little window that was on his front door. I'm his rent collector. Every month I come to get his rent and he knows it. He's never late and never early which I really appreciate because it makes my job so much easier. Deep down he's not a bad boy or a jerk and I know this because I can see it in his eyes. He feels pain for others but he just doesn't like to admit it.

He stood there above the sink debating on whether or not to burn the small picture until I had the courage to knock on the door. I shrunk down so he wouldn't see me watching and heard rustling through the door. "Oh boy," I whispered, "Here we go."

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So as you can see this is my first story I've ever written and I'm kind of very self conscious about it. Anyway enjoy and sorry for any mistakes I might've made during the process.