Swan Street (BTS Jimin fanfic)

6.

      Sora was fuming in her head for three weeks, not knowing how to approach Jimin anymore.

      He was glad, that she didn't have the upper hand anymore, because you can't guilt trip a man who doesn't feel guilty.

      But one day she came home from work and dropped to her knees as soon as the door was shut.

      "Please! Let's just please talk!" she screamed making Jimin jump up from the couch and scatter over to her to pick her up.

      "Get up...Jesus, alright, we can talk. I'll talk." he guided her over to the couch, sparing her now reddened knees a short glance.

      "I know I wasn't the wife you expected, but can't you understand me?!" she was sobbing, the words rolling off of her tongue barely understandable.

      "I just wanted to please everyone Jimin and I thought this is what I needed to do to accomplish it."

      She wrapped her arms around his neck.

      "I really want this kid...so please, please just...let's try." she spoke and Jimin placed both of his hands on her sides, gently pushing her away.

      "Listen...you can't keep living like this." he said, doing nothing to calm her down.

      "I don't love you anymore, plus I cheated on you. Can you even grasp that idea Sora? I cheated! And the worst thing is I'm still doing it and you know it." he said, not beating around the bush like he would have done a few months ago.

      "I don't care Jimin!" she sat up, stomping her feet against the floor like a child.

      "I don't care if you keep doing it, I just want to have a family with you. I can raise the kid on my own, you don't have to do shit!" Jimin couldn't believe how desperate she sounded.

      "That's the issue! You don't care at all, if you said that you'll try to forgive me, at least I would have known that it hurt you!" he shouted, still laughing at the statements he made.

      He went into the kitchen and her footsteps followed after him so he kept talking, knowing that he had her full attention.

      "Now imagine if there was a kid here. Imagine that we were screaming our heads off and some poor child was listening to us."

      "Oh please! Why are you so fucking sensitive. As if your parents never fought, I literally watched mine throw fucking furniture around and I'm fine!" she stated and he could only stare at her as if she had grown a second head.

      "Are you really though? Do you really think you're fine?" once again he was laughing "Sorry to tell you, but you're as fucked up as they come. And now at least you know who to blame."

      The slap didn't really come as a surprise to Jimin.

      It's not that she ever hit him before, but he never pushed all the buttons he did now.

      "Leave. I don't wanna look at you right now." she told him calmly, a new set of tears were gathering in her and they seemed much more real than the first wave.

      "Fine."

     "Enjoy your life being the other man." she spat at him and shut herself in the bedroom.

      He went out of the apartment and contemplated sitting on the stairs alone, but when he saw Matt and Y/N already occupying his meditation spot he let out a heavy breath.

      "Jimin?" it was her calling out to him as he tried to rush past them fast enough to be ignored.

      His steps halted at the bottom and he turned a bit to look at them.

      "You alright?" she asked, the careful tone of her voice gave away that they heard everything.

      "Just fine." he said and with that continued his steps, going somewhere he didn't know himself.

      He didn't have time to get lost again in his thoughts before he felt a hand wrap around his forearm and someone start walking along with him.

      He turned to see Y/N holding onto his arm and walking as if she had an idea of where he was heading.

      "What are you doing?"

      "Walking."

      "I can see that, though what did you tell Matthew?"

      "That I'm going to comfort a friend."

      "Are you though?"

      "Obviously." she shrugged her shoulders.

      They could no longer see their building at this point.

      "How?"

      She pulled him into the tiny alley space engulfed in darkness and pulled him down with a handful off his shirt in her grip.

      Her tongue swiped over his bottom lip much like the first time when he didn't respond.

      Jimin was once again laughing, bending his head down and away from Y/N's lips.

      The whole fucking universe was laughing at him tonight anyways, so why not laugh along.

      "Jimin. What's wrong?" her eyebrows were dipping down in a frown and he grabbed her by the wrist when her hand cam in contact with the cheek that Sora earlier slapped.

      "You know what?" his eyes were void of any kind of appreciation that she told him she loved.

      "Sora talks a lot of shit, but you're the one making me feel like it."

      He pushed her into the wall, her body slamming against the brick wall behind her.

      "You're worse than her Beautiful. You're going to tear me to pieces." he whispered against her lips, pulling a little bit more away every time she tried to steal a kiss.

      She began fumbling with his pants and he just pressed her against the wall with his whole body, making her whine when his bulge pressed between her legs.

      "Fuck. Please fuck me...I'll do anything." she whined her fingers wrapping tightly around Jimin's own hands while he pinned them down besides her head.

      "Anything?" he asked, letting her hands fall to her sides and finally taking a step or two away from her.

      "Anything."

      He kept stepping away from her, slowly putting one hand in his pocket while the other pointed at her in a warning.

      "Do me a favor then and stay the fuck away from me."

      He twisted around, not taking a second to look at her shocked expression before he walked off to the nearest bar, where he planned to drink his sorrows away from the moment he stepped out of his apartment.

   Hopefully I'll end this story in a week, it's not gonna be anything big, but it's here so you can read it separately so it doesn't hog my oneshot collection.