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such melancholy eyes, such shimmering tears • pjm (m)

title: “such melancholy eyes, such shimmering tears”

pairing: park jimin x reader

genre: angst (in the beginning), smut, fluff, rated m, hybrid au

word count: 2,135

warning(s): a n g s t but not too much just the right amount, hybrid! jimin, unprotected sex (stay safe, kids) oof here we go: pwsp, sub!jimin, dom!reader, cum eating, overstimulation, handjobs, blowjobs, virgin!jimin, p sure y/n lowkey has a virgin kink, dirty talk, hybrid heat sex, praise kink, uhhhh i think that’s all?

summary: it’s destiny when you find that abandoned calico hybrid in an alleyway after your boyfriend cheats on you.

excerpt: “‘You look beautiful when you cry…but I’d rather you not…’”

a/n: happy very very very early birthday @jiminatrix ily soulmate. i was planning on doing something until the 26th but i got impatient and so here it is! hope you enjoy it bby!!! (This is unedited I’m sorry)

Broken, helpless, worthless. These were words that precisely described your current situation. You felt like a shattered glass, once full of delicious nectar, now splattered on the floor, yearning for someone, something to help you put yourself together. You didn’t know what to do, how to react because you had never had something like this happen before. Worthless and pathetic, you yelled at yourself painfully in your head, each time, each self deprecating slur you threw your way, you sobbed in your hands but no tears slipped out. You fought back with everything you had, telling those thoughts that it wasn’t your fault your boyfriend had cheated on you because you couldn’t help him feel like a man. It wasn’t your fault he called you useless…or was it?

Hurt and betrayed, you walked with no definite destination, just a tired, unmotivated mindset and a desire to runaway from the world. From your boyfriend—ex boyfriend, from reality, and from your own head.

You were usually more confident in yourself, never needing to hide from your own words, you knew your worth; gold. But, now…you weren’t so sure. Were you always wrong about yourself?

Abruptly, you felt your foot get caught in a crack in the floor and you tripped, skidding across the rough and wet (because of the rain going on) side walk, the skin of your palms ripping as blood seeped out‍. That was the last straw; you felt like you cried gallons as you stared at your hands in dispair. You had pulled yourself into a sitting position in an alleyway at that time, letting your head fall back against the broken concrete and you couldn’t help but feel everything was against you.

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