word count: 2k words of big sad bros
synopsis: befriending the ever-shy boy park jimin had its ups and downs but you were there for him through everything.
It wasnât supposed to end like this.
It was supposed to end on a somewhat lighter note. Laughter shouldâve rang through the room by now from your remark, or at least a chuckle shouldâve been heard from his lips as he denies your claim. He shouldâve continued eating his pastries or at least change the topic to the song currently playing in Belle Vie.
There shouldnât be silence. You shouldnât hear the pitter patter of the rain outside from the cafe youâre in.
You could still remember meeting his eyes. There he was, meekly hiding himself from the corner of the room to shield himself from the noise of your classmates. He was alone and it was as if he wanted it to stay that way.
You werenât sure what was captivating about him. Was it the way his eyes told a different story? Was it how adorable he was as he avoided your stare when you approached him? Was it the small, unsure smile he returned when you looked at him?
Youâd never know. But you were happy to be the first one to approach him.
âO-oh⊠uhm⊠h-hello,â He trailed off, once again looking at anything but you.
You unintentionally chuckled, somehow frightening this shy boy more, and continued, âCan I ask for your name?â
âI-Iâm sorry⊠Iâm Park Jimin.â
âSay Park Jimin⊠interested in going to the small cafe down the street?â
That was the start of an unlikely friendship between the ever-friendly Y/N and the resident cutie Jimin.
From a few meetings to being stuck by the hip, you two sure became a great duo. But Jimin still had reservations about himself, a nobody, and you, the ever-cheerful person whoâd befriend anyone. You would remember Jimin always asking you why you hung out with him. He would list reasons why you were better off without him trailing behind you like a puppy.
âBecause I like being friends with you silly!â
And you could see the storm in his eyes fade away just from that remark.
âWanna go to the Hope Dance Studio oday?â
âIâll just watch you dance, Jimin, and you owe me tea from Belle Vie.â
You two spent most of your days together and would often bond on your love for music. You discovered a new Jimin through dancingâa Jimin who forgot his stage fright and shyness everytime a beat plays. You loved this side of Jimin. Itâs who he is. A dancer, born to perform on stage, yet held back by the timid persona he always went by.
Admittedly, you were secretly glad he was confident enough to show it to you. Only you.
Aside from the dance studio, you two were more than often seen in the small cafe by the school named Belle Vie. It was a cozy cafe that hosted a few stressed students or passerbys who wanted to stop for pastries. It was where you two always hung out after every school day.
As your highschool years went by, you began to lie low from the âpopularâ people. The famous Y/N who befriended anyone was still friendly, but you decided it was time to stick to those who will be there for you.
That was Jimin. You stuck by him as you went through countless breakdowns, stresses, and heartbreaks.
âYou should forget that dork, Y/N! He was a player from the start. If you want, weâll go egg his house soon because he deserves that shit,â Jiminâs eye twitched as he gripped the macaron in his hand rather harshly.
The two of you were once again in Belle Vie, though this time you were down in the dumps because your asshole of a boyfriend cheated on you with one of your friends.
You snorted as you stole one of the sweet delights from his plate, âThe slytherin in you jumped out.â
He preened, mockingly laughing the way rich people do, âI try my best.â
None of your relationships seemed to work. Maybe it was because you never seemed to find any sort of connection with them. Maybe it was because they never had any sort of genuinity to commitment.
Maybe it was because they werenât Jimin.
It dawned on you on one of those quiet days where you ponder quietly as you gaze at the ceiling. Looking back, it really was Jimin who stuck with you through it all. He made you laugh every time he did his pranks (he was never caught), he made you smile every time he danced like a dork, he made you feel at home.
Squealing lightly, you fell off the bed at your epiphany.
âHoly shit⊠I like my best friend.â
As soon as those words left your mouth, your eyes widened. There are a lot more negative disadvantages to liking your only best friend. What if he didnât like you? What if he thinks youâre creepy? What if you donât become friends anymore?
That last question haunted you more than you liked to admit.
Jimin was your anchor, the one you found solace in when times are rough. Not being with him anymore just because your feelings got in the way.
Youâd rather keep it in.
So you did. You kept that little crush to yourself and told not a soul. It kind of hurts to act that way, but it was for the best.
Jimin on the other hand began to grow out of his shell. Because you encouraged him, even in his bad days, you were able to help him be more out in the open. Soon, Jimin became one of the popular kids and you were more than happy to see him in his true element.
You once introduced him to your acquaintance and captain of the dance team, Jung Hoseok. He happened to be the son of the owner of the dance studio you two often went to as well. Jimin was soon recruited.
It was as if everything felt right when he accepted Hoseokâs offer. He was more than ecstatic. You were very much just as happy as he is.
âCongrats, shorty! Treat me to Belle Vie today?â
âYou canât call me that if youâre shorter⊠And shouldnât I be the one treated today?â
That was the start of his way up to the big leagues.
You were left at the bottom. Probably forgotten, left alone at square one.
You didnât notice it immediately. Your daily trip to Belle vie turned into every other day, then it became twice a week, once a week, until there was none at all. You couldnât blame your sweet Jimin though. He became much busier after he joined the dance team.
At the back of your mind, it was hard to admit that he became too busy for you.
It was hard, really, to ask Jimin to hang out for at least just a day and be turned down time and time again.
âHey! Can we go to Belle Vie today?â
You already knew the answer when his face contorted into an uneasy grin, the way he averted his eyes and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
âI⊠uhm⊠have practiââ
âOh! âS alright, we can just go out on a later date,â you cut him off to save yourself an ounce of dignity and scurried away before he could make it more painful than it is.
The unlikely duo werenât seen together anymore anywhere.
You still went on with your day though. You wanted to support your sweet best friend through every competition he had, every breakdown he cried for, every problem he harbored.
It was different this time, you two couldnât deny it. From strangers to best friends, then back to strangers.
The feelings you long since had have grown into something you couldnât ignore. Despite every embarrassing moment you experienced from being turned down, the way his smile grew bigger every time their team won had your heart swooning. This Jimin, admittedly now one of the most popular heartthrobs of your school, brought your tummy butterflies that wonât die down.
On your fifth friendship anniversary, you decided it was time you get Jimin for just a day. Heck, just an hour with him would suffice. Itâs been long since you two were together and why not hang out on the day that started it all?
âChim, letâs eat at Belle Vie today. Iâm not taking no for an answer,â You huffed in faux confidence, momentarily ignoring that little voice in your head who taunted at you.
âAh⊠whatâs the occasion?â
âJune 13th! Itâs our friendship anniversary dummy,â You grinned hesitantly as your voice wavered.
You never thought youâd have to remind him of this date. It was the other way around! He would surprise you and treat you to Belle Vie because you two were friends!
âAlright⊠Iâll meet you there.â
There wasnât as much enthusiasm in his voice as he had last year. It was now blatantly obvious he wanted nothing to do with you.
You figured it was time for your last resort, confessing to everything youâve felt. Maybe this time⊠Maybe this time heâll have a change of heart.
Rain poured down when afternoon came. The clouds were weeping at the loss of friendship. Or maybe it was long gone and you just realized it now and the clouds were sad for another reasonâŠ
The two of you were sitting in the same booth you first did, the one nearest to the window. You both ended up getting the same food you always bought. You found yourselves in the same predicament you first metâ awkward, silent, and nervousness.
Everything was the same yet everything was different.
The Jimin in front of you now, for example, was strikingly different from the Jimin you met. But you were still the same olâ Y/N he first met.
You were finally fed up with everything he had thrown your way. Every rejection he made you face, every embarrassing moment you had to endure, every ounce of pain you had to feel.
âWhat happened to us?â You whispered, looking at anything but this stranger in front of you.
He raised an eyebrow, âUs? What do you mean? Donât get carried away, Y/N.â
âYou were never like this to me, Jimin⊠You always went to me for everything⊠Now we donât even t-talk,â You cried out weakly, too hurt to prevent anything from not being said.
âIâm not gonna be there at your every beck and call, Y/N! Iâm not gonna be with you forever! Youâre not even my girlfriend! God, how clingy can you get!?â Jimin harshly let out.
Your eyes widened as his remarks flowed into your head and repeatedly taunted you. Tears welled up in your eyes, unable to believe that this is the person you called your best friend.
âI⊠I canât believe I like you,â Your face visibly cringed when you said that word. That specific word that wasnât even enough to describe the immense love you had for this boy who had chosen to hurt you with his words.
It was out. The secret you had for so long is finally out.
Instead of anything welcoming, however, Jimin only mumbled a âwhat?â out of disbelief. Maybe he wasnât hearing himself correctly.
This expression of his told you more than you needed to know. Despite the tears now flowing freely, you asked him softly.
âH-hey⊠Do you know what Belle Vie means?â
You were met with silence. He stared at you as you tried to salvage this piss-poor conversation.
âIt means Beautiful Life⊠and Iâm glad to have experienced that with you, JiminâŠâ
He didnât say anything back, just a weak, âGoodbye.â
It wasnât supposed to end like this.
It was supposed to end on a somewhat lighter note. Laughter shouldâve rang through the room by now from your remark, or at least a chuckle shouldâve been heard from his lips as he denies your claim. He shouldâve continued eating his pastries or at least change the topic to the song currently playing in Belle Vie.
There shouldnât be silence. You shouldnât hear the pitter patter of the rain outside from the cafe youâre in.
Your longtime crush and now ex-friend walked out of the door, and with him left the five-year friendship you two built.
What a beautiful life, indeed.
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