When you make a bet with the most infamous frat boy on campus, you soon realize it was a bad idea.
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After returning from three months studying abroad in London, the entire school is only interested in your break up with Park Jimin that happened th...
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You knew the whole frat house could hear your sobs. The house felt unusually quiet. It was normally the kind of place where you could hear some sort of video game competition happening in the lounge, someone popping open a soda can or the yells and grunts of some sort of sport being played in the yard.
But, that night there was none of that. It was only Jimin and you. His half-hearted yells and pleas and your sobs and cries.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me!" he said, throwing his hands into the air. "I'm your boyfriend. We've been dating for two years and you thought it wasn't important to tell me you're studying abroad for three months?!"
"Jimin, I just found out. I didn't think I would get accepted, okay? I thought you would be supportive. You know how I've always wanted to do something like this—"
"You're leaving, Y/N. I don't know what you expect me to do."
"Jimin, it's only three months. I'll be back before you know it. I'll call you every day, we can Skype."
Jimin crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of his dorm. His plump lips were firm and his eyes narrowed. You felt a shiver run down your spine.
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the opposite wall. Your eyes were puffy and tear tracks ran down your face like newly formed streams.
"Y/N, this can't go long distance. You know, I can't do that."
"But, why, Jimin? I don't understand."
You barely remember the rest of the argument. You tears blinded you and all you heard were Jimin's words. "Y/N, we have to break up."
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"Y/N?" a voice asked as you entered the living room.
You looked up--your eyes still slightly glazed over from crying--but you could still make out Jimin's roommate, Taehyung.
"Oh Taehyung," you said. "Sorry that I kept you out of your room. Jimin's kind of upset though, he probably just wants to be alone."
"What about you?" he asked. "Do you want to be alone?"
Taehyung met your eyes. His soft brown eyes made you want to collapse against him, knowing his gaze wouldn't let you fall.
"Not really," you said. "But--"
"Let me walk you back to your house," he said. "You're in DZ, right?"
