abandoned | pjm

thirty three.

your pov

    "I was there, Y/N. I saw everything."

   

    I trained my eyes on him, suddenly having a pit of emotions hit me all at once. "You — you were there? You saw everything?" I asked, feeling my legs start to tremble. I walked over to the kitchen island, placing my elbows onto it.

    "Yeah," he tilted his head.

    "So you saw what happened and you did nothing? Like Daeshim said?" I scoffed in disbelief.

"You just stood there, watching as he what, hit me, and you did nothing?" Jimin's expression had quickly become concerned.

   "What? N-"

    I scoffed, pushing myself off the island and walking closer to him. I placed an arm onto my hip as the other hand glided through my hair.

"You saw how miserable I looked and decided to just, spectate? Like the other tens of people there?"

I felt myself tearing up once again as I looked down at the ground, my vision becoming blurry. "Do you even know how embarrassing it is, and even worse that I can't fucking remember what happened?"

    "People had their phones out, recording too, yet they just stood, watching and waiting. Apparently someone did, but I don't know who." I looked back on what I was told, remembering with Park Jaeho told me.

    I exhaustively sighed. "I trusted you — you could've at least told me what happened," I hissed.

"I'm not telling you to go back to the past to change it and stand up for me, but I still hoped that you were the one that told me, not my cheating ex."

"Just let me explain, Y/N."

"Explain what? You already told me that you were there and that you saw everything."

    "Jimin, you should tell her," Namjoon interrupted with a low voice, although his back was still turned to us.

I looked, finding Namjoon in the background behind Jimin and his back turned towards me.

Jimin clenched his fists, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them. "Don't, Joon."

"Tell me what?" I asked.

He shook his head as he looked down at the ground.

"I don't know if I should tell you," he said in a small voice.

"Now you got me curious, Jimin," I crossed my arms. It felt like steam was coming out of the sides of my head — I dislike liars. After being lied to all of my life, I can't take it anymore. I wanted- needed to know the truth.

    "Why do you have to know everything?"

I clenched my jaw. "Jimin, do you know how it feels to get into an accident, and wake up with no recollecting memory and no nerves in your arm and leg?"

    He stayed quiet.

"Right. And you don't know how it feels to continually be lied straight to your face about your two year relationship, do you?" I felt like steam was coming out of my ears.

"I was told I was loved, that I was cared for, and that I wouldn't be replaced, and in the end, I was used. He used me, like I was his side hoe and the whole time I didn't fucking know." At this point I was about to start yelling as tears cascaded down my face.

    "He broke me, he abandoned me, and then just as I thought everything was alright, it all came down on me again."

    "Don't act like you didn't do anything," he broke his silence.