April Fools | A BTS Fanfic

THIRTY SEVEN

YOUR POV

"Jimin, I'm starving. Let's eat first."
Jimin nodded, flashing that trademark smile—the one where his eyes formed perfect crescents, making every girl's heart skip a beat, including mine. Wait, what?

We decided on Burger King, since we were both craving burgers and it was the closest option in the mall.

"How are you holding up, Y/N?" Jimin suddenly asked, his voice laced with concern as I ate my fries, his eyes never leaving me.

"I'm okay now, Jimin. It's not like Tae and I were really together. It was just a prank, remember? I was just foolish enough to think it was real."

"Don't say that, Y/N. It's not your fault. He made you feel that way. He's the one who should be feeling guilty, not you."

I nodded and picked at my burger, but deep down, I was dying to tell him that we were actually together—that it wasn't all just a prank—and to ask him what had happened to Taehyung. Why had he stopped the whole act? Why wasn't he talking to me anymore?

"They got back together," Jimin said, breaking my thoughts.

I nearly choked on my burger, unsure whether I was shocked that Taehyung and Reese were back together, or that Jimin had somehow read my mind.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" Jimin jumped up, sitting next to me, patting my back and handing me a glass of water. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.

"I'm fine. I'm just... uh... surprised?"

"I figured you were. You almost spit out your burger just now."

"I was just... how did you know I've been wanting to know what happened to Taehyung?"

Jimin's eyes softened, and his voice grew serious. "Y/N, you don't have to ask. I know you need answers. You deserve the truth. And if Taehyung can't give that to you, I will."

His words hit harder than I expected. I smiled at him but couldn't stop the tears from falling. Why did this hurt so much? I was just a nobody, but at least Jimin knew I deserved an explanation. He held me tightly, and all I could do was let the tears fall freely.

"It's okay, Y/N," Jimin whispered, his voice tender. "Cry it all out. But promise me this will be the last time you cry over Taehyung. Your tears are too precious for someone like him. That bastard doesn't deserve them."

It had been a week since my emotional breakdown with Jimin, when I finally understood that Taehyung had left without any explanation or closure. I thought I was feeling better, but in reality, I had just distanced myself from everyone—especially the boys.

Jimin had been a constant source of support, sending me messages every day that helped ease the pain. Still, whenever he invited me out or asked me to visit their dorm, I would decline. I couldn't face Taehyung. I didn't want to hear about him and Reese from the others, not while I was still trying to move on.

I spent hours scrolling through Twitter, where ARMYs had been posting pictures of Taehyung and Reese together at the mall, shopping or having dinner. I didn't want to see it anymore. If I hung out with BTS, I knew it would only make things worse. My heart wasn't ready to handle any more updates.

It was a boring Saturday. My routine had turned into work, then home, a cycle I hadn't broken since Taehyung and I fell apart. I felt like a potato, stuck in the same place. So, I decided to treat myself.

With all the energy I could muster, I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and dressed. I threw on a white shirt, a denim jacket, some shorts, and sneakers before heading out to SuMin's car to drive to the mall.