Cotton Candy Smile [JiminxReader fic]

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You cursed under your breath. You couldn't tear off your sight at the man in front of you. It's your ex again. AGAIN. He dared to come to the BTS concert. You stood there in silent. How long had it been since you saw him? 6 months ago? But you were more surprised at how the fuck did that bastard could go to the backstage. You were glad today was still their last rehearsal day.

"You forgot that my father was one of their sponsors?" he grinned at you. You took a step back. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. How could you forgot that your ex was from a rich family? You didn't have time to think, that is.

"Y/N, I want you back. I need you back." He said, effectively pinned you to the wall.

"No." you said, firmly. You didn't stutter as much as you did anymore.

"I'm sorry, okay? I really am sorry. But I really need you! My life has been a mess without you." he touched your cheek. You felt a chill down on your spine. Yes you didn't stutter anymore but you couldn't shake him off. No, you really wanted to slap him, punch him, kick his groin, whatever. But your body didn't listen to you. Your hands were trembling.

"No. I'm not going back to you." You finally choked a word. You tried to glare at him, trying to be strong, not intimidated by his presence.

"Why?! Do you have another man? Who's this man? I can—" you found your strength back. You pushed his hand from your side.

"Yes, I have someone that appreciate me more than you ever did." You tried to stay calm.

You knew your ex. You knew him well. He could do something you didn't even expect him to do. You looked around with the corner of your eyes. No one was around. They were still busy with the rehearsal and you, oh so stupidly walking around in emergency stairs cause you were bored. You could hear Jimin's voice and the others from the speaker. They were still doing their rehearsal.

"Who?! Is it one of them? One of BTS?" he asked.

You couldn't drag Jimin with this. Your ex' father was their sponsor. If something happened to their son or their son decided to play foul by telling the public about both of you dating or worst, this ex of yours could hired someone to beat the shit out of him, making it easier for him to sue BigHit. If he did, BTS' career would be over. No, you didn't want that.

"So it's true?! You're dating one of them?!" your ex grabbed your hand, pulled you back to him so he pinned you to the wall.

"NO!" you shouted back at him. "What's with you forcing me to be your girl again?! Leave me alone!" you barked. You pushed him harder this time. You ran out from the emergency stairs.

"Y/N! Stop right there!" you could hear your ex was running behind you. But you didn't have time to stop or to looked behind you. You ran as fast as you could. It would be much safer when you came to the stadium. There were more people there. Jimin would be there.

It hit you again. No. You shouldn't drag him with this. Ah. Shit. You were suck at directions. You didn't know where you were running to. You just needed to find a security guard. Yeah, that's it. But you instead bumped into someone. Before you could fell backward you were pulled by the person you bumped to. You stumbled forward and the person you bumped to hugged you. Enough to stop you from falling on to him.

"Uwah, why're you running, Y/N-ah? You okay?"

It was Hoseok. You turned to see your back. And your ex stopped running, walking towards you instead. He combed his messy hair. You could see Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin behind Hoseok as he released you to stood on your own. They were wearing their plain white shirts with big name tag on it, wet by their sweat.

"Ah, I'm sorry my girlfriend bumped into you. Thanks for stopping her. She really likes to play around." Your ex said.

The hyung line turned to see you, raising their eyebrows in unison. You shook your head, "he's my ex." You said to them.