twenty-eight days | park jimin x reader
A/N: Hello!! I used to use tumblr like eight thousand years ago, but since I enjoy reading fanfictions and writing so much I decided I would try to make a writing account of my own. This is pretty much the first story I’ve ever published, so I hope to anyone who reads it that they enjoy it!!
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Prompt: Person A talks through Person B’s door thinking they’re not home but Person B hears everything.
It had been twenty eight days, five hours, and sixteen minutes since you and Park Jimin had the most epic fights of fights possible. In the two years that you two were together, Jimin had never yelled at you, not even when you were accidentally dropped his phone and cracked the screen, not even when you lost the really expensive ring that he had bought for you for your birthday.
Hearing him yell at you wasn’t the worst part, though. Seeing him look at you, as if he hated you, had shattered your heart into a thousand tiny pieces, that you’d never be
able to get back together.
You weren’t able to out of bed for four days. You didn’t leave your house for twelve. Finally, on the thirteenth day, Seokjin came over, and dragged you out of your apartment.
“Your life can’t just stop because your relationship is over, Y/N,” he kept repeating. “You have to move on.”
But how were you supposed to move on, when everything reminded you of Jimin?
The coffee shop two blocks from your apartment, where you met Jimin. You had accidentally spilled coffee onto his shirt, and to repay him, he had shyly asked for your number.
Your favourite pizza place, two left turns away. You had taken Jimin here for your first date. You two had spent the whole night talking, barely touching your food, until the restaurant had finally closed.
And the hill, the hill that you could hike up to look at the whole city. It was an extremely special place to you, the place that Jimin had told you that he had loved you for the first time.
All places, close to your heart, tainted, with Jimin.
Fifteen days, two hours, and two minutes after, you go to work for the first time in two weeks. Your boss and your co-workers tell you how good it is to have you back, and give you words of encouragement. You brush them off, stating that you’re fine. When you reach your office, you realize that the photo of you and Jimin, the one of him kissing your cheek, is still propped up. You leave your work, your eyes slightly puffy, your mascara slightly smudged. You think that your coworkers don’t notice, but they do.
Seventeen days, an hour and thirty minutes after, you smile for the first time. The cute boy at the coffee shop winks at you, and you smile back, your cheeks burning. But really, all you’re thinking about how much he looks like Jimin.
Twenty days, eight hours, and 4 minutes after, you laugh for the first time. You’re watching TV and your favourite movie comes on. Your laughing dies as quickly as it came though. You remember watching it with Jimin, as he played with your hair.
Twenty-two days, three hours, and fourteen minutes after, the first article comes out. “IS JIMIN’S BTS SINGLE AGAIN? SHOCK SPLIT FROM GF”. Your phone is flooded with texts, your instagram crashing with comments. That night, you go out with your friends. Drunk, surrounded by sweaty bodies in the dark club, you block his number.
Twenty-five days, and fifty-two minutes after, you wake up for the first time with dry eyes. Seokjin visits, bringing along Taehyung. When they walk in, immediately Taehyung pulls you into a bearhug.
“I’m okay, Tae, I really am,” you assure him several times, as Seokjin busies himself in the kitchen. “I’m doing okay today.”
Taehyung and Seokjin stay for dinner. It’s a quiet, but pleasant evening. You laugh, and smile, and when they bid you goodnight, you sigh.
It’s like you can you literally feel Jimin’s lips on your forehead as he whispers, “Goodbye, baby. I love you,” as he exits with them.
But it’s all in your head.
The twenty-eighth day starts like any other day. You order a coffee, smile at the boy who looks like him, and head to work.
At noon, you fumble through your bag, looking for your lunch. You curse under your breath, realizing that you left it at home. You walk back to your apartment, and notice something strange.
Many people have that car, Y/N. you tell yourself.
You’re looking for signs that aren’t there.
You head upstairs, and eat your lunch quietly. Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door. Frowning, you head to the door to check who is it. Could it be the mailman? He never knocks though.
You freeze in place. You’d know that voice from anywhere. It’s his voice.
How does he know you’re here? Did he see you when you were coming up?
Jimin laughs bitterly to himself.
“Jimin, get a grip. She’s not going to be here.”
He doesn’t know that you’re here.
You hear the creak as Jimin’s back makes contact with your door, and he slides onto the floor. Silently, you sit on the other side. Can he hear your heart beating, a thousand miles a minute, as you realize this the closest you’ve been to each other in four weeks?
“Me and Taehyung are fighting.”
You want to ask why. But you can’t. Your tongue doesn’t seem to work anymore.
“It’s not one of those usual petty fights you know we have.”
You know which one he’s talking about. The ones where they steal each other’s stuff, tease each other, or pay attention to other members instead of each other.
“He’s mad at me because I hurt you. When he came home from your house a couple days ago, he started yelling at me. He said that he could see how bad you were hurting, how crushed you are, and how I don’t even seem to care.”
Does he care? As soon as the thought escapes, you don’t actually want to know the answer.
“I started yelling back. I don’t know what I was saying, but we were screaming at each other at the top of our lungs.”
His voice starts wavering.
“Does Taehyung even know how much I’m hurting?”
If even possible, your heart shattered even more. You just wanted to open the door and fling yourself into Jimin’s arms. But you couldn’t move. It felt like you couldn’t even breathe.
“I have… I have to put on this facade for the fans. That everything is alright. So that they won’t worry, and to protect you, since I don’t want fans to come after you because I’m sad. But inside… Y/N, it hurts so fucking much and I feel like such a dick for keeping it up in front of the other members too but it just- it feels so much easier than coping with it.”
“I just… I miss you so much. I miss coming over to your house to make cookies and watching romantic comedies that you cry in every time but you always deny that you are. I miss whenever you came to the dorm, you stole some of my shirts and hoodies and you’d return them a couple weeks later and they’d smell like you. I miss falling asleep with you. I miss texting you, and calling you, and just being able to talk to you.”
You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw the tears hit the floor.
“I know I fucked up. I never should of yelled at you. I feel horrible, Y/N.”
“I’ve wanted to call you so many times. To tell you how I’m feeling. How I miss you so much and how every fucking girl I look at reminds me of you, and how I’m never gonna forget you.”
You’d never even know he’d tried to contact your number anyways, if he tried. You blocked his number.
“You… you probably should just forget about me anyways. I’m never gonna be enough for you anyways. You deserve someone better than me.”
He can’t be giving up, can he.
You’re so close to opening the door. But you can tell that his monologue isn’t over yet, his speech to his lost love, who he has no clue can hear him right now.
“I will always, always, care for you, Y/N. You can’t hear me right now, but I hope you know this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be the one for you. Goodbye.”
It takes you for approximately thirteen seconds to register what Jimin had just said. Shaking, you threw open the door, and called out his name. You screamed, and screamed.
After twenty-eight days, five hours, and twenty-five minutes, your final goodbyes had been said to Park Jimin.
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