"Hearts Don't Play Fair"

Jimin stared blankly at the chipped ceramic mug in his hands. The coffee inside had gone cold hours ago, but it still felt warmer than his chest.

"It's not that I don't love you... It's just-Jimin, I can't keep pretending that love is enough when you can't even afford a decent future. I need stability, not dreams."
Those were her last words before she left.

Poor. Useless. Ambitious with nothing to show for it.

She dumped him like last season's trend-cruel and cold, leaving him shattered, small, and full of questions.

But none of it hurt as much as what came after.

Weeks later, Jimin saw her again-laughing beside Min Yoongi, the same quiet guy from the same university circle. Jimin knew Yoongi, not well, but enough to feel betrayed seeing him with his ex, acting all charming and close, like Jimin never existed.

What stung deeper was the timing: right after she left him... Yoongi stepped in.

It had to be intentional. A setup.

Yoongi had the looks, the money, the connections-everything Jimin lacked. Maybe he took her out of pity, or worse, to humiliate Jimin further. The thought twisted in Jimin's mind until it turned into something dangerous.

So he changed.

No longer the soft, broke boy she threw away.

He worked, trained, restyled himself. Sharper clothes. Fiercer smile. Newer circles. No one could ignore him now.

And then, his plan was set.

If Yoongi wanted to play, then fine-Jimin would make Yoongi fall for him.
Hard.

He'd charm him, melt him, make Yoongi believe it was real. And just when Yoongi falls-he'd leave.
Break him. Like how he once felt broken.

But the heart was never part of the plan.
And the moment Yoongi smiled-genuine, soft, the way no one ever had-Jimin felt himself crumble.

He wasn't acting anymore.

And the game?
It had already backfired.