BTS: Songfics/One-Shots

How Long

Not requested. Park Jimin x Reader. Song: How Long by Charlie Puth.

~*(Y/N) pov*~

"Alright, I'll admit that I was wrong. What else can I say, (Y/N)?" Jimin pleaded but all that came out was a choked sob as I threw another one of his shirts into the suitcase on the bed. "Can't you blame my head and not my heart? I was drunk. I was gone! That doesn't make it right, but I promise there were no feelings involved." He took a step toward me and I held up my hand to stop him. He actually had the audacity to look like the one who was hurt.

"Jimin, tell me honestly... Was this real or was it just for show?" I asked, throwing more clothes into the already overflowing suit case.

"Baby, of course it was real!" Tears started falling from his eyes and his voice cracked but I wasn't falling for it. "I'm so-" Unable to hear anymore, I had to cut him off.

"Save your apologies! Baby, I just gotta know..." I balled one of his shirts in my fists as I stared directly at him, both devastated and more angry than I had ever been. "How long has this been going on? You've been creeping on me, while you're calling me "baby"." He stared at me as if trying to gather his words. "How long has this been going on?!" I repeated, my voice raising an octave or two. "You've been acting so shady. I've been feeling it lately." I said, slamming the suitcase's lid and trying to close it.

"I'll admit... It's my fault..." Tears continued to stream down his face and he didn't even try to hold back the sob that came out of his throat when I managed to lock the lid in place. "But you've gotta believe me when I say it only happened once!" He pleaded again but it was no use.

"I don't. I can't." I walked to him and shoved the heavy case into his arms. I looked him dead in the eyes as dead in the eyes as fresh tears started flowing down both of our faces. "Get out." I said simply and pushed him toward the door.

"(Y/N)... Please..." He whimpered. The suitcase fell from his grip and he ran both hands through his hair. I picked up the suitcase and pushed passed him to go toward the front door. Like a puppy, Jimin was right on my heels. "I've tried, and I've tried but you'll never see that you're the only one I want to love. Why can't you see that?" I opened the door, tossing the case into the hallway.

"Then you really should have thought about that before going home with some random girl from a club." I snapped bitterly and he visibly flinched. Taken aback by my own outburst, both my voice and my head dropped. "Jimin..." My voice was barely above a whisper now. "Get the hell out of my apartment..." Looking defeated, but knowing there was nothing left to say, he walked out and into the hallway. Before he left, he turned to face me one last time.

"(Y/N), I-" I didn't give him time to finish before closing the door. Whether it was "i love you", or "I'm sorry", I didn't want to hear it. Whatever it was, there was no way I could believe him now.