Happier | pjm

Prologue.

Jimin

Wednesday / 8 PM.

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Okay, so maybe what Taehyung said was true after all.

Damn it. What am I supposed to do? Should I go and kill her? Wait, no. Or should I go and yell at her how much I love or—

"Oh my God." I stand up from seat abruptly, walking towards the oh so sweet couple. My eyes burned with tears right now I'm not even sure what to do.

I had love her enough. Didn't I? I trust her. I gave her everything. But this is what she repays me? Do girls need more than one man to satisfy them?

I was five feet from them when she finally notice I was here, standing like a god damn useless additional character.  Ugh!

She whispers something to her man before walking to me with a very... neutral face. Damn. I don't even know what should I do right now.

I mean, I love her. That's for sure. But I can't prepare myself for the wave of unbearable pain. Because I know what will come out of the cute little mouth that I love so much.

"What are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here." She says, her voice is as sweet as always. Remind me again why does she have to do this to me?

"Then where do I supposed to be? In our apartment? Waiting like a dumbass for his girlfriend to come back at what, probably 1 AM."

I can't help it. God I'm going to regret this.

"Look, I—"

"Shut up." I cut her before she could even continue. Because I don't want to hear those words. It hurts like a whore. "I... don't know. Did I hurt you? Or am I not worth your love? I did everything I could. For you."

"No, no. Listen to me." She cupped my face and oh, her hands. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were a perfect guy every girl could've ask for. But we're not meant to be together."

"Why? Don't pull the it's-not-you-it's-me bullshit, Gyuri."

She sighed. "Someone's hurting because of us. I was with you this whole time to let that person know about your well-being. I know that's stupid but it's what she asked for."

She continued, this time smiling. "I liked you, and I left you before that feeling develop to something more intense. And I can't afford to hurt her, not anymore."

"Who the hell is this person?"

"Someone who loves you more than I did."

I felt angry. And betrayed. And freaking confused. "I don't freaking care about that unknown woman I just want you— Can you understand that, it's only you."

"I'm so sorry."

She wiped away my tears that I hadn't realized flowing down my cheeks before walking away, leaving me drowned with my own feelings.