BTS - Imagines

After the Break Up - PJM

I sat at my regular table in one of my favorite cafes. It was a corner table for 2, nearing the store windows.

My laptop sat in front of me, and my coffee sitting to the side of it. I was working on a project for work, that was due in two days.

As I took a sip of my coffee, the doorbell rang, signaling someone had walked in.

I raised my head and took a peak at who it was.

My ex, Jimin.

And a girl holding his waist.

Tears threatened to stream down my cheeks, but I forced them back. Slowly, I placed down the coffee cup in my hands, resuming my typing.

Jimin and I broke up not too long ago. Probably 2 or 3 months ago.

Yet here he is, with another girl, stuck right at his side. I wonder how long it took for him to get over me. Probably not too long.

He was the one to break up first, anyways.

I don't get why though. I've done nothing wrong.

To make things worse, he broke up with me over text. Such a coward.

I glanced up at the two from time to time, sadness overwhelming my body. She laced their hands together, placing kisses to his cheek. Jimin simply giggled, while trying to order, tightening his grip on her hand.

I had to force myself to rip my eyes away from the two, not being able to hold myself together if I stare any longer.

"You're order number 47, thank you!" I heard the cashier lady say to Jimin. He took the receipt, smiling at the lady, while his girl dragged him to a table, near me.

That isn't good.

"Let's sit over here, babe! There's a nice view for us to look at," she said, pointing at the table next to me. I could feel my body tense up, but still forced myself to continue typing.

"Alright, alright. Give me a second? I need to-"

I couldn't help but raise my eyes to stare right the two people in front of me.

Jimin's eyes widened, staring right back into my soul. The girl rushed to hold his hand in hers, glancing back and forth at him and I.

"Y-y/n?" He stuttered. I didn't say anything back, just simply stared at him. It took a moment of silence before the girl beside him spoke.

"Do you two know each other?" She questioned, looking over at Jimin, fear visible in her eyes.

I coughed to bring Jimin back to reality. "Uh, yeah, we do. I'm y/n," I stated, faking a smile.

She returned the smile, tugging on Jimin's jacket sleeve. "Babe?" She asked.

Jimin shook his head, sighing, before walking slowly towards me and sitting down, motioning for the girl to follow.

"It's been a while. How have you been?" He asked me.

Could he not see that I was on the edge of breaking down and kicking him in the guts?

"I-I've been good. I see you have a new girlfriend, hm?"

He chuckled shyly, adjusting the cap he was wearing. "Yeah... oh, right! Mae, meet y/n, my ex," he explained, patting me on the back. As if that'll do any good.

So that's her name, huh? Mae.

Her confusion was soon drowned out by a seemingly real smile, as she put her hand out to shake mines.

Can I please leave? I can't do this any longer.

"Ooh! So you're the girl he's been telling me about! Ah, Jiminie, she's adorable! We should've met sooner!" She whisper shouted.

Jimin chuckled in reply, looking back at me.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave right now. Family stuff, you know?" I lied. I didn't want to see them anymore, or else my heart would shatter into a million more pieces. He's hurt me too much already.

I looked over to Jimin, faking a smile. Worry filled his eyes, and I could tell he was on the brink of breaking down as well.

"Let me take you home then. We could spend a bit more time catching up?" He offered, trying to get ahold of my hands.

Mae was watching all of the happen right in front of her, but had no reaction. She looked over at me, seeming worried as well. It looked like she was going to say something, but stopped herself from doing so.

I sighed, shaking my head at Jimin. "I have to reject you this time, Jimin. It's urgent stuff and I need to stay focused. I can't deal with any pain right now," I slowly explained to the two of them.

Looking over at Mae, I gave her a small smile, reassuring her that I'll be fine.

Jimin's eyes began to grow teary, but he sighed, dropping his head, and nodded.

I shut my laptop closed, and stuffed it into my bag, standing up as well with the coffee cup in my hands.

"It was nice meeting you, Mae. And Jimin? I'm sorry. Maybe we can meet again next time?" I questioned him.

Who am I kidding. There won't be a next time.

And Jimin knew this for a fact.

"Y-yeah.. next... time..." he whispered.

Mae looked up at me, motioning for me to leave before anything happens.

Rushing towards the door, I pushed it open with my right shoulder, practically sprinting to my car and unlocking it.

Sitting in the driver's seat, I let myself cry it all out. Tears spilled down my cheeks, staining my jeans.

My desperate cries for help won't save me now or ever.

Until we meet again, Park Jimin.

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