Just BTS Things

Voicemail (Jimin)

Scenario: you two broken up because of a heated fight and haven't spoken to each other since. He finally decides to call you after many, lonely and empty days without you.

The emptiness in Jimin's room and heart was killing him. The yearning to hold you in his arms again was starting to take over but the regret he felt was bigger than that yearning. His constant text messages he's sent to you with no response didn't make things better.

All Jimin wanted was to explain himself but he knew that his explanation wouldn't make any difference to what happened between you two. He continued to beat himself down for letting the wrong words slip out from his lips in the worst way possible.

Seeing the angry tears run down your face the night during the fight made him upset at himself even more. Putting a smile to show others he was just fine wasn't as easy as he thought either; he wasn't fine at all.

It felt like complete death to him.

He felt like he was drowning deep in the ocean with no will power or effort to reach for the surface. He felt like he deserved to feel this pain: after all, he caused you much more than what he's feeling right now, he thought.

Although he wasn't a super hero or anyone special, you made him feel purpose. You gave him reason.

But he lost the reason he's always loved; You.

Jimin stared over to his phone that was tossed on his bed a while ago, trying not to look at his black screen with no response from you. He pushed himself up from where he was and walked over to his bed, flopping down on the mattress and grabbing his phone. He tried pushing away the emotion of disappointment with no response from you; he knew not to expect much, though.

Yet, why was he waiting all this time?

Although he knew it was a long shot, he decided to scroll for your number and give you a call.

Cutie Baby💞 the name read.

He sighed before taking a deep breath and pressing on the number, bringing his phone up to his ear and letting the phone ring. Jimin felt disappointment in his guts again when the phone immediately went into voice mail.

Please leave a voicemail after the beep.

Beep.

"Uh, hey." He spoke, his voice almost cracking. He hasn't spoken with his real voice in so long that it almost hurts. "Um..." he began. "I know you probably hate me with your guts but what can I say? I hate me too, hehe..." he laughed bitterly.

"As much as you hate apologies, I'm sorry; for everything. It was all my fault we got into a fight in the first place. You have all the right to feel all the negative emotions you have right now towards me," Jimin spoke. He suddenly smirked sadly.

"I don't understand what you saw in me, anyways. I hope you can find someone who'll give you the happiness... that I couldn't give you." He whispered, feeling the tears brimming in his eyes. He fell silent for a moment.

"Well, uh, this is goodbye I guess. I love you, (Y/N)." With those last words, he quickly hung up the phone as he let the tears spill down his cheeks, not caring to wipe them away and let them run down his pale skin that continuously yearned for you and only you.

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Sorry I haven't posted much lately. I've been getting pretty busy and I start school next week (blahhhhhh) and I'm sorta stressing. Hope y'all like this crappy last minute writinggggg