BTS One Shots! Whoo Hoo!

Jimin- Hoodie P2

It had been three days since you've last seen Jimin. Three days felt like three hours but three years at the same time. You didn't leave the house much, your friends were freaking out, seeing as you hadn't told them anything, just ignored all the calls and texts. You hadn't moved from your spot on the couch, Jimin's hoodie loosely hanging on your shoulders.

It probably wasn't the best idea to be sitting here sulking in your ex-boyfriend's jacket watching his favorite movie on loop. Jesus, he just had to like the notebook, that stupid ass movie just had to be his favorite. You honestly didn't like it that much, you always suffered through it just to watch it with Jimin.

But now, watching it without him, it was almost like it was bringing back part of him, like wearing his old beaten up hoodie. It's not like you suddenly had this deep appreciation for the movie, and you were magically head over heels for it, but it did make you cry. The many times you've seen this movie you've never once shed a tear, but now you were balling after watching it for the third time. Granted, you were pretty sure the pizza delivery man being two minutes late would trigger tears at this point, but it was just different.

You now understood why it was so sad.

And your stupid, pathetic ass couldn't stop watching it.

You kept getting notifications on your phone about BTS and their promotions. They had their last performance today, after that they would have a month off, completely free of anything. You had that month circled on your calendar since January, and now it just seemed to piss you off.

You would have flashes of anger. Almost wanting to pull your hair out at your stupid ex-boyfriend wanting to "take a break" just days before he was going to be done with promotions. If he had done this two months, even one month ago you might have been a little more understanding, but not being able to wait three days just meant there was something more. He didn't want a break, he wanted to be done.

And that's when your short spout of anger would end and the sadness came back. You wanted nothing in the world than to fall out of love with him. You knew this would be so easy if you didn't love him so much. You could actually be mad at him, and hate him and blame him for how you were feeling, but it was so hard because you wanted to forgive him so badly just to have him back.

God this sucked.

Jimin POV

Jimin liked how busy he was. It gave his mind no room to think of you. He knew he messed up. No, messed up wasn't a good enough word. He really fucked up. Royally fucked up. No one really knew what happened. Jungkook and Hoseok tried to get it out of him the day it happened, but he didn't want to see the disappointment on their faces.

They had just finished their last performance for the promotions before a month off. For some reason, this day seemed a lot farther than this. This only made matters worse. If he had kept his stupid stressed mood swings under control for those few minutes you came to visit none of this would've happened.

"Good job everyone!" Their manager was saying as the boys exited off the stage, covered in sweat and breathing hard.

"Good work, thank you!" Namjoon bowed to the manager and the staff, the other boys following suit.

"Make sure to get all of your clothes on the right rack and be sure to check in with me before you go."

Everyone rushed to the changing room, wanting to start their free month as soon as possible. Jimin hung back, not nearly as excited as the others. Taehyung, being his best friend, of course noticed.