𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jin

IT'S OVER

- in which you break up with seokjin, only to regret it after he tries to convince you to change your mind.

Important.

That's what he promised you were when the two of you first met. You were over the moon, ecstatic, wondering if someone as charming as him could even be real. You were content with being his and he felt the same about being yours.

But words can lose their meaning over time.

He was already a busy man when the two of you started dating; always getting phone calls from company managers, having to stay back late to attend meetings and sometimes, needing to spend days on end holed up in his office to try and fix his company a deal. Still, despite his work life being chaotic beyond means, he never let it get in the way of spending quality time with you and showering you with the love he knows you deserve.

Weeks turned into months and his romantic gestures had dwindled down into mere kisses and hugs of acknowledgment when he got back from work. You had brushed it off at the time, feeling flattered that even with his increase in work, he still remembered you were there for him.  Only, it had started to bother you when, some nights, he didn't even come home at all and when you called, he told you he was busy but he loved you and hung up.

Important.

That's what his work has now become, taking the place of what you once were.

Grumbling under your breath, you finish up your third solo dinner for the week and trudge into the kitchen, angry tears brimming in your eyes. Shakily taking a deep breath, you curl your fingers around the edge of the counter as you take your chance at calling Seokjin, the finger of your free hand hovering over his contact.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you quickly tap your phone, afraid that you'd wimp out if you waited any longer. Holding the phone to your ear, you tremble, nibbling at your bottom lip as the dialling tone starts to play with your nerves. Your breath hitches in your throat when it finally stops, the soft breathing on the other end making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Hey, Y/N," he greets tiredly, his voice calming yet so unnerving as you swallow down your worries and return his greeting with one of your own.

"Are you staying back late tonight?" You question, wincing at the desperation that drowns your words, each one dripping with a need for his affection. There's shuffling and then a sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as a few tears roll down your cheeks defeatedly, your heart sinking.

"I'm so sorry, gorgeous. Things are a little crazy here so I won't be home until later," he explains monotonously, his tone so bland that it's like he's been rehearsing it for years. You force yourself to believe that it's because he's tired and bring a small smile to your face, hastily wiping at your tears.

"That's okay. Just make sure you eat well and don't overwork yourself, okay?" You disappointedly reply, lowering your head as he stays silent for a seconds, the sounds of his breathing so familiar yet so distant.

"I knew you'd understand, thank you. It's just that I have important business to attend to and I don't have a lot of time to get it done. I'm sorry again," he continues on with a soft chuckle, your mind unable to shake the image of him sitting at his work desk and running a hand through hair as he speaks.

There he goes with that word again, just throwing it around as if it holds no significance to the two of us.

"I love you," you croak out, your heart stopping in your chest when he doesn't reply, time heavily resting on your shoulders.