𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

BTS - request

thank you youngscribbler_Wifey (my angel!) for requesting this imagine. i really hope you love it, bby. anyway, the song for this is kill this love by blackpink

" I'm a slave to my emotions
Screw this heartless love "

"He's what?" You ask breathlessly, staring Jimin in the eyes. The poor boy can only look to the floor, feeling bad for having to be the one to tell you. The boys who you've grown up with stand behind you, looking furiously at the floor as they, too, are only just hearing about Jimin's news.

"He's cheating on you," Jimin mumbles, reaching out to hold your hand, "with Jisoo. I saw them today making out behind a building. He begged me not to tell you but I had too."

You nod, swiping the skin beneath your eyes with the back of your hand. Jin slowly grips onto it, lowering it to your side so he can gently finish the job with his fingertips.

"Are you ok?" Jungkook timidly asks, peeking around Jin's broad shoulders. You start sobbing, shaking your head to his question. In a panic, the young boy brings you into his arms, rubbing your back.

"He's dead. He's fucking dead!" Yoongi bellows, tearing his eyes away from you to angrily pace the room. Namjoon nods, instead reserving his anger and keeping his worried gaze on you.

"What are you going to do, Y/N?" He questions, gently pulling you away from Jungkook.

Hanging your head low, you sigh. "I don't know."

"What?" Taehyung snaps, "break up with him! He is cheating on you!"

You sigh once more, giving him a look of annoyance. "I know that! What if he does something to me when I break up with him? What if he did it because I wasn't giving him enough?"

"If he so much as lays a finger on you after this, I'll make sure he gets what he deserves," Taehyung threatens, pulling you into his embrace. You accept the hug, seriously feeling clueless about how you're going to do this.

"We can come with you," Hoseok chimes, joining the hug as well. "We'll come with you so he won't hurt you and we can make sure that you actually do it."

You nod, smiling into Taehyung's chest. They boys have been by your side since that fateful day in primary school and its times like these where you truly thank the heavens above for sending them to you.

The next day, you awake to the boys knocking away at your door. After spending a few minutes getting ready, you are crammed into a van that's travelling at high speeds to your boyfriend's house.

"You ready?" Jimin asks, nudging your shoulder to bring you back into reality. You run your hand through your hair, offering him a thin lipped smile in response.

Jungkook is first out of the car, cracking his knuckles as you follow. Chuckling to yourself, you admire the extra effort they put in to making themselves look tough.

His front door looks scarier than it ever has as you raise your fist to knock on it. You cringe, thinking you must've done it too loudly or he could be out somewhere. Everything vanishes when the door opens, revealing a disheveled looking boy and a girl wrapped in a robe hanging off his arm. There are purple marks on her neck, some of her lipstick smeared on her face.

He looks at you with guilt.

"You're a fucking dick," Yoongi curses, taking a threatening step forward. You grab his forearm, squeezing it to stop him from hitting someone with tears from your eyes falling on to your cheeks.

"It's over. You and your new girlfriend can have a good life."

"Y/N, wait-"

"For what? You to tell me you love me and it was a one off thing? I've had enough of your one offs. I'm done with you and your bullshit. I want my stuff at my door by dawn tomorrow or I'm coming back with them."

He nods, telling his girlfriend to shut up as she goes to yell at you. You turn on your heel and walk away, dragging Yoongi by his forearm behind you. The guys follow proudly.

You sit on your couch, chewing slowly on the spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. You cradle your tub to your chest, eyes following the shows displayed on the screen as Jin scrolls through.

You didn't say anything the ride back so Jimin ran to the store while the others set up a blanket fort to watch movies in. It's the best they could come up with to cheer you up and it's working.

Snuggling up in your blanket cocoon, you smile, feeling glad that even without a boyfriend, you're loved and protected by your best friends.

" Gotta kill this love "