𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓 | 𝐏.𝐉𝐌

Glass vase and mirrors

''Stay safe, sweetie'' my mother says as i put the last of my bags into the car.
''I will eomma. You too.'' I say back, earning a smile from her. She hugs me, kissing my head sweetly before walking over to Jimin.
I couldn't hear what she was saying, but Jimin smiled at her, almost as if assuring her.

Jimins POV:
''You take care of my Hyuna, okay?'' I don't answer, staring at hyuna from a distance.
''She may be stupid sometimes. Sleeping around.'' She pauses, grabbing my attention at how she can openly talk about that topic.
''But she's truly amazing when she trusts you.'' She carries on, tearing up a little.

''Her father...wasn't such a good man. She went through a lot to keep me from getting hurt. She forgot how to love. How to smile. She promised herself never to fall for anyone as she was worried it would end the same.'' The woman trailed off, staring at hyuna.

Why didn't she mention she had gone through the same thing with her dad?

''I want her to be happy-...with you.'' She turns to face me as she finishes her sentence, making my heart race.

''I hope you can take care of her, Jimin.'' I smile whole-heartedly, giving her an assuring look.
''I will, ms.Kwon.'' She laughs lightly, patting my hand.

''Please, call me ajumma.'' She smiles before leaving into the house, waving us off as I drive away.
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Hyunas POV:
Finally reaching home, I flopped onto the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket.

''You settle down quickly, huh.'' I hear a deep mumble from behind the couch, twisting my body around to see who it was.

''T-tae! What are you doing here?'' I ask, sitting up.
''Just came to see my dear hyuna.'' He sings, moving himself on me so I'm lying back down, our legs tangled together.

''Tae. Get off me you fat lump.'' I screeched, smacking his back.
'' I just need to talk to you!'' I stop smacking his back, resting my arms on the small of his back. He gets up, sitting himself next to me as I face him.

''I...I think I'm in love...'' my mouth hangs open as he stares at me, a weary look written on his face.

''Who! Who who who!'' I jump on him, my legs on either side of his waist as I poke his chest.
''Yah yah yah! Stop freaking out so I can actually speak!'' Her grabs my fingers, pressing them onto my thighs with his big hands. I stare at him in anticipation, smiling like an idiot.

''Kim Sana.'' My eyes go as wide as saucepans, and I fall backwards doing a roll so I was in a sitting position.

''Holy shit! Tae you need to ask her out!'' I squeal, and he stares at me in disbelief.
''But what if she says no?'' He scratches the back of his neck, thinking to himself.

''Dude. You have no idea. She's liked you since eighth grade!'' His head shoots up, looking at me with a massive smile.

''Your shitting me.'' He excitedly says, standing up. I quickly shake my head.
''I shit you not boi!'' He picks me up by my waist, spinning me around and laughing with me.

''I'm so fucking happy!'' He says, hugging me tightly. He buries his head in my neck, and I can feel his smile still evident on his face.
''Thank you.''
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I was happily eating my ice cream, when the poor thing got knocked out of my grasp by a familiar hand.
''Oh, hi Sana-''
''How fucking dare you!'' She screams, surprising me.
''What?'' I question, pulling a genuine confused face.

''I'm supposed to hate you! To despise even looking at you! But I Fucking love you god damn it thank youuuuuu!'' She screams happily, jumping up and down while holding my hands.

''He asked me out hyuna! He likes me!''
I laugh at how cute she is, my eyes glistening with joy.
''I missed you, hyuna.''
''I missed you too, Sana.''
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We walk to class, spotting tae, namjoon and Jimin walking with two girls.
''Tae!'' Sana shouts, running to him happily.
''Hey jagiya, have you eaten?'' He asks sana as they hold hands, walking together in front of the others.

''Hey hyuna. Still rocking the uniform.'' Namjoon comments, and I simply smile and wink, moving my gaze towards Jimin. He was already looking at me, a blonde girl tugging at his arm.

"why are you ignoring me?!'' She whines, following his gaze to me.
''Hm. What you looking at that skank for?'' She says, but he continues to ignore her, staring at me with sadness and anger.

''You okay, Jimin?'' I ask him, snapping him out off his trance.
''Come on, rose.'' He finally turns to the girl, and she kisses him quickly.
What the fuck?

They both walk to there next lesson, leaving me and namjoon.
''You didn't actually expect him to hold that bet, did you?'' Namjoons suddenly speaks, and I turn my head to him.
''I suppose.'' He scoffs, kicking an empty juice box on the floor.

''He gets bored easily. I suggest you forget about him. Before you get hurt.'' We stop at my lesson, and I turn to the door.

''He's already hurt me, namjoon. But I guess at least now I can actually feel something towards a person.'' And with that, I enter the class, the only two eyes on me is jimins, this time instead of smiling at me or winking, he simply scrunches his eyebrows, looking down Back to his phone.
What have I done..?
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''So your saying, after you flirt with tae, you fucking help him get with your friend?! Are you really that fucking messed up?!?'' He screams at me, tears flowing down my face.

''No. For the last time I wasn't flirting.'' I whisper, barley audible, my throat dry because of how much I cried.

''You are a Fucking flirt. A real bitch.'' He grits his teeth as he speaks, looking at me with sadness.
''I thought it was going somewhere. That maybe it would actually work. But you like tae. So we may as well-'' I stop him from talking, throwing a glass vase at the hallway wall, watching as it smashes into small chards.

''I don't Fucking like him! I don't like him I don't like him I don't like him! I'm not like that! I'm so fucking done with this shit! I'm done with this reputation!'' I scream, crying harder than I ever have. I lean on the wall, looking up at the ceiling.

''I'm done with this.'' I say as I close my eyes, releasing more pain we call tears.
''Hyuna i-''
''Save it. I'm going to bed.'' I walk to my bedroom, stepping on the glass, watching as the glass disappears from the floor into my feet.

Yes, it was painful.
But not as painful as the thoughts in my head after his harsh words.
Not as painful as the aching in my heart.

I feel like the blood has stopped pumping around me. Stopped myself from functioning. I can't feel anything but exhaustion now.

I hear the door open and close, the door slamming so hard the mirror dropped and shattered on my bedroom floor.

"I do love you. I love you, park Jimin."
I drop to the floor, wincing in pain as I move the glass in my feet.

''I told you, eomma. I told you my love would end up like yours. I promised you it wouldn't...I tried eomma! I tried but I failed! I fucking failed! I'm a failure..'' I look up, trying to calm myself down.

Little did you know,

Jimin was on the other side of the door,

Listening to the raw pain and emptiness in your screams,

And he had never felt as terrible as he does now.

I'm sorry, jagiya.- he whispers, listening to your soft sobs as you drift off to sleep.

Im sorry I can't be in there with you. But this was my doing. My jealously. I guess my mother was right. I hurt everything I love. I'm a monster.- he thinks to himself, drifting off into darkness.