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Please make a oneshot where Jimin is trying to win you back. ❤ I mean where you two broke up because he didn't love you anymore then he started to regret it and now is trying to win you back but you aren't agreeing to it. ❤
It's Crazy Part Two
A Note from Kutemouse: Alrighty kutie, here is the fulfillment of your request. I am so sorry it took forever, I am just now getting back into the swing of things after so much crap has happened over the last year and a half. Fyi, I am taking requests again, and am writing regularly. Hope to hear from you again! <3
Rating: Suitable for Teen and Up Audiences
Genre: Angst, Lovers to Strangers, Break-Up
Warnings: Swears (definitely, this time). Lots of angst.
Word Count: 1339
Summary: The last time Jimin saw you, he realized how much he wasn’t over you. Will you take him back or leave things as they are?
Master List
<-Part One
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It’s Crazy (Jimin, Angst) Part Two
Jimin’s POV
I slumped against the wall, hands shoved in my pockets, blonde hair hanging low enough to cover my face. I’d been here for at least fifteen minutes. If I didn’t knock, someone was going to notice and demand I leave… or worse, you would come out and see I was sitting here all indecisive and pathetic. I had to make my move. Now or never.
Hesitantly, I straightened up and rapped my knuckles on your door. After a beat, you flung it open, phone caught between your shoulder and cheek, dishtowel in your hands. My heart clenched. I remember how we used to do the dishes together, each time inevitably ending in a soapy water fight that I always let you win.
Your eyes widened and the phone slipped from your shoulder to the floor. We both knelt at the same time to grab it only to sit and stare at each other, our hands touching as they hovered over your phone, apprehension forcing us to hold our breaths.
“Jimin.”
It wasn’t a question or a cry or even an exclamation. It was a statement, as if you knew I’d be here.
“Hey, Y/n.”
“What are you doing here?”
I nervously ran a hand through my hair. “I came by to…”
“To what?”
“I don’t know, to talk, I guess.”
You stood, snatching your phone from my grip. Your expression was frustratingly unreadable. I couldn’t tell if you were mad, sad, glad to see me. C’mon Y/n, give me something to work with.
“You can come in.”
I gingerly stepped over your threshold into your apartment, glancing around with mild interest. The furniture was mismatched, no doubt given to you or purchased second-hand from thrift stores. There was a tv, though, and a game console, so you still enjoyed splurging every once in a while.
You sat down on a chair, leaving me to sit on the couch. “I’m only going to ask you this once more, Jimin,” you said. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you,” I said with a soft smile, hoping it would melt your emotionless exterior.
It didn’t. “Why?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know. I saw you… at my concert?”
“Oh. That.”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat, trying to get a hold of myself. I needed to play things smoothly, otherwise you’d probably go running off again.
“So, anyway, it brought back a lot of memories, and I wanted to see how you were.”
You eyed me with suspicion. “You could’ve just picked up the phone and called or texted.”
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have reassured me. I needed to see you, Y/n.”
The implication of my words should have been clear, but you merely blinked. “Jimin, I appreciate you checking up on me… but I’m fine. My life is good. You don’t need to do this anymore. You’re not my boyfriend, remember?”
Your words stung, using truth to pierce needles into my heart. “I know,” I murmured, hanging my head. “But the way we left things… I never got a chance to explain.”
“You mean you never made time to explain.”
I furrowed my brow. “No, that’s notー”
“Just like you never made time for dates, or any of my family events, or just to simply talk to me.” Your voice rose with each syllable, causing my mouth to part open in shock. You never yelled. Hell, you never even complained during the course of your relationship with me. How much have you changed?
“And just like how you never provided me with any reassurance, any comfort, even though you knew being away from you, surrounded by fans, was so fucking hard for me!”
You were shouting at this point. I backed away from you as you advanced, your eyes filled with tears.
“And the way you never asked me one single question about me, or my work, or my life, even though I left EVERYTHING behind to move here and be with you!”
Something inside me snapped. I didn’t deserve to be treated like this, to be yelled at, to be criticized for things out of my control. “I thought you wanted to come to Seoul for University!”
You turned away, sliding a hand down your face, before facing me once more. “Are you fucking serious, Jimin? I came here for you. I stayed for YOU! I did everything FOR YOU!”
Tears streamed down your face, falling freely now, causing me to falter. Was I really the asshole you made me out to be?
“God, I get it,” I snapped. “I should’ve paid more attention to you.”
You scoffed. “Yeah, you should have. And now here you are, randomly showing up and trying to win me back again when that’s what you should’ve done all those years ago.”
“Maybe. But you knew what you were signing up for, Y/n. You knew I’d be busy as hell.”
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice thick. “I knew you’d be busy. I just didn’t realize being busy meant you had no time to love me.”
“I would have, if you’d just told me what was going on,” I muttered, turning away from you.
You shook your head, a smile appearing on your tear-streaked face despite everything. “You haven’t changed.”
“You don’t know anything about me anymore. I have changed.”
You bit your upper lip, sucking it between your teeth before releasing it as you rose from your chair. “No, you haven’t. But I have. And I deserve better.”
I also stood, scoffing. “Y/n, what do you think I’m doing here? I want you back. I want to give you better. I will give you better. I never stopped loving you.”
Confusion blossomed in your eyes. “What?”
“I never stopped loving you,” I said breathlessly, stepping closer to you. I could feel the effect my proximity had on you, could practically hear your heartbeat speed up and your breath increase in pace. I knew you wanted me back, too.
Until you turned away, that is. “That’s great, Jimin, but it’s too late. I’m with someone else now… Someone I love. Someone who treats me the way I deserve to be treated.”
Desperate, I grabbed your hand. “He can’t give you everything I can,” I said. “You don’t have to just attend concerts anymore, you can experience them. Backstage, any time you want.”
Your brow furrowed in annoyance. “And any time I have a few days off, we’ll fly to Paris,” I continued. “It’ll be just like old times when I’d visit you between work. And I can get you into any restaurant you want, without a reservation, I’ll just make some calls andー”
You held up your hand, stopping the words in my throat. “Enough,” you muttered. “Money or status is not going to sway me. It might have back then, but it won’t now. I gave you my answer. Now get out.”
“Wh-What?”
“Get. Out.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was, offering you the chance of a lifetime, and you were turning me down?
You strode over to the door and yanked it open. “Leave,” you snapped, pointing.
I hesitated, not wanting to part ways. Not again.
“LEAVE!”
My feet moved of their own accord, feeling as heavy as lead as I was the one to walk out the door and exit your life this time. You slammed the door behind me, and I heard sobs coming from inside before they faded away.
That memory would always stick with me. I’d wake up hearing sounds of you crying, reaching over to comfort you only to find the sheets empty and cold. I’d hear it when I was out and about, striding down the street, or at fan meets, and eagerly glance around for you, only to be met with faces I didn’t know. You’d haunt me for years to come, your words echoing in my mind whenever I wasn’t preoccupied.
It’s crazy how relationships work. Or rather, how they don’t. And never will.
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A Note from Kutemouse: Fyi, don't yell at people like this. It's hurtful and ineffective. Learn from Y/n's and Jimin's mistakes and communicate clearly. It's a good way to love yourself <3 <3