abandoned | pjm

thirty one.

your pov

My lips quivered, my footsteps slowing their pace as my hands shook. I had felt so, dominant in that moment-but I couldn't show him how my heart had gotten smashed into pieces once he mentioned pregnancy.

I placed my hands onto my knees, breathing in the fresh air deeply. I don't regret telling him anything. Everything I had said was not on impulse, but it was something I had to say. The things I was too vulnerable to say before, and the things that I never got to say to him while we were in a relationship.

My mind crossed from the pregnancy to Jimin. What did he mean? "He was just crossing the street, but he saw everything. You don't remember him, right? Because he just stood there-just another person in the crowd that saw us. He watched, but he didn't do anything, did he?" Was Jimin there, watching? Or is he messing with my head again?

I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, feeling that it was irritable now. I didn't want to let myself cry, not anymore-not for him, at least. It would be useless, it would just be me mourning about a baby that we were supposed to have together, but now that dream is gone-has been gone.

I've mourned for a few days too long, now. I couldn't bring myself to the brink of tears anymore. Though, it doesn't mean that I want to get with anyone soon.

I sighed, standing up straight and pulling myself together-as if I hadn't just gotten into a mental breakdown right then and there. I tilted my head up, looking up at the sky.

"Um excuse me?" I turned my head towards a very... nice looking man. "Are you okay? I just noticed that you uh- bent over and seemed to be having a rough day," he smiled-yet his eyes held worry.

Are you okay? A three worded question, yet it meant everything. "Yeah, I'm okay," I smiled politely before bowing in apology. "I'm sorry if I worried you back there, I just, yeah, I had a rough day, but I'm okay," I smiled, thanking him.

"I'm gonna go now," Before I walked off, the man gently grasped my wrist, stopping me.

"Uh sorry-I'm Jae, by the way. It was nice meeting you...," he paused.

"Oh uh, Y/N."

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N," he shook my hand.

I smiled politely before walking away from him. Jae, he said.

The way the man had approached me really brought light to what I needed to do. I know what I need to do now that I'm single.

"Y/N!" Hobi exclaimed as he opened the door.

"Shh, don't be so loud, Hoseok, you might get kicked out-again," I hissed. He smiled before opening the door wide and allowing me in.

The alcohol I brought was taken from my hands as Hobi went to pry it open. I rolled my eyes, sliding my jacket off and throwing it onto the couch.

My eyes widened, finding an unexpected visitor sitting on the couch with a beer pried open.

"Yoongi?" I gasped. It has been really long since I saw him since he's been touring and such with his career.

"Hey," he gave a thin smile. I planted myself onto the couch next to him and crossed my arms.

"You should visit more often," I frowned. "It's been pretty boring without you here."

"You're saying Hoseok doesn't keep you enough company?" He chuckled, bringing the beer to his lips.