Voyeurism - pjm

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You're staring at your ceiling as you glance over at the clock.

1:43 PM on a Saturday.

Normally, you and Jimin would be out on a date, watching TV in bed while you drink hot chocolate, or Jimin and you would be testing out a new kink together.

Now, you're just alone.

You roll onto your side for a moment before you let out a soft sigh. Sitting up in your bed, you slowly find the motivation to get out of bed. Ambling your way towards the kitchen, you start preparing a snack for yourself: some chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Sighing, you turn to grab a spoon before something catches your eye.

Jimin's curtains are still open.

You gulp and quickly shake your head, trying to resist opening your window and calling out to him. Aggressively digging your spoon into the ice cream, you begin to stuff a large mouthful into your face, letting out a soft moan.

Ice cream can heal any type of hurt.

As you begin chewing the pieces of cookie dough, movement in Jimin's window catches your eye. Taking a deep breath, you fail at resisting to look, consequently turning your head towards the window.

Jimin.

He's in his living room, pushing his couch out of the way. You watch as he turns his TV on, a song playing from the speakers. You narrow your eyes, trying to get a view of the song playing on his TV.

Alec Benjamin, one of Jimin's favorite artists. You two used to play his songs in his car whenever he'd drive you anywhere. Alec Benjamin's song called "Let Me Down Slowly" was playing.

Drifting your attention to Jimin, you watch as he clears space in his living room, his back facing the window as he dances along to the music. His body is moving slowly, his toes perfectly pointed, his body easily flexible. His movements reflect the heartbreak that you assume he's feeling from what happened between you two a week ago.

Jimin's body slowly moves to the floor as he begins dancing on the floor gracefully, his arms moving as if he was a swan.

Unable to continue watching, you turn around and make your way towards your bedroom once more. Plopping onto your bed, you begin to lie back in bed, turning on the TV in your bedroom that you only used whenever Jimin was there.

Usually, you don't feel the need to lie in bed all day. However, this isn't a normal day. It's the first day you haven't had work since the breakup. Last weekend, your mom allowed you to stay at her house for the weekend to avoid Jimin. He still tried to call regardless. Your mom allowed you to vent and rant to your heart's desire. Last weekend was easier on you. But seeing Jimin this weekend? Not easy. Not easy at all.

You give in to the urge to watch Disney movies like The Lizzie McGuire Movie, Camp Rock, The Hannah Montana Movie, and many more.

In the middle of The Goofy Movie, your phone goes off.

Please don't be Jimin. I know I'll cave if it's Jimin.

Bringing your phone directly in front of your face, you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Joy's name flashing on your screen.

"Hello?" you ask before stuffing another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your voice comes out filled with misery, causing Joy to remain silent for a few seconds.

"He broke up with you, didn't he?" she questions before you hear the ruffling of a jacket in the background along with some zippers being zipped. "I'm gonna come over there and kick his dumb, pretty boy a-"