gone cold (m) ksj
pairing; seokjin x reader ft. jungkook
genre; exes au, college au basically angst, smut, inspired by the 1975 - somebody else.
warnings; mentions of alcohol, y/n falling out of love and seokjin's heart getting broken, hints of infidelity, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), pussy/panty sniffing, rimming, squirting, fingering, boring missionary, yn being an asshole.
word count; 6100
summary;
➜ at this point, seokjin was the only one carrying this weight with his own two hands. it took everything he had and then some to salvage your slowly deteriorating relationship. he hoped that you'd find yourself in his arms again but the truth was inevitable. Your love had gone cold and you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.
a/n; i absolutely DO NOT condone any from of cheating 🤢 stay loyal friends. yn is the one in the wrong (don't wanna say cheater oof) here since jin could never 🤧
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"Are you sure you'll tag along?" Taehyung asked cautiously, placing the last bottle of vodka he was assigned to bring to the party in a brown disposable bag.
"Yeah," Jin replied calmly, "It's been so long since I last went. Namjoon's probably worried. I should at least show up to let them know I'm okay."
Taehyung gave the elder a sympathetic smile. He took the bag in his right arm and placed the other on Jin's shoulder. "Let's go, yeah?"
Six months ago
It was your second year anniversary and Jin was busying himself in the kitchen preparing your dinner like the culinary student he was. "How do you want your steak?" he called, passively watching you on the couch being a little too preoccupied with your mobile phone to be honest. "Yn." He demanded your attention again.
You looked up in surprise, a cheeky smile in tow. "Yes, baby?"
God, you really weren't paying attention. He's starting to wonder what, or who, was making you put all your focus on your phone.
He'll let it slide since it's your anniversary. "Medium or medium rare?" He questioned, holding the slab of marbled meat next to his face.
"Hmmm," you hummed playfully, lips forming into a pout while thinking of an answer. "Medium rare, please!" You grinned, toothy smile and chubby cheeks. Gosh, you were too cute and it made his heart hurt that he almost doubted you for a second.
You stood up from your seat and waddled your way next to your boyfriend. "That looks super yummy!" You pointed eagerly to the pot of buttery mashed potato he had prepared beforehand.
"Wait till you taste the gravy, you're going to beg me for more." Jin smirked, fingers reaching to poke at your side. "Jin!" You yelped suddenly, binding your arms around your torso by instinct and shielding it from what's about to come.
He stepped towards you and was now using his figure that was twice the size of yours, to restrict you from escaping any route possible. Eventually trapping you between the counter and his firm chest.
His fingers carefully traced the hem of your — his — shirt that falls just above your flawless thighs, playing with the loose threads hanging. "Hmmm?" His eyebrow quirked, finding out that you weren't wearing any shorts under the oversized shirt.
"You're such a tease, princess."
As if on cue, his little pet name for you flipped a switch and you felt the heat growing bigger between your nimble legs. "D-daddy…" You groaned bashfully, burying your face in his chest while wrapping your arms around his slim waist.
"Yes, princess?" His slender hand carefully moved from the hem of your shirt to your ass. Kneading at the supple flesh exposed by your skimpy thong.
"Did this for you," you mumbled into him, hands crawling upwards to clutch onto his broad and firm shoulders. You sighed wistfully.
"Did you now?" His tone was quite questionable. He thought about interrogating you with what's got you so invested and giggling at the screen of your phone and straight up disregarding him, but he'd rather not ruin the mood already set up for the two of you.
Jin secured his arms where your butt meets your thighs and elevated you to sit on the edge of the counter where your sex was perfectly aligned with his crotch. The coldness from the glass counter top causes goose bumps to creep up your skin and you feel all your senses heighten. Especially your sense of touch.
His hands slowly pried your legs open, exposing your pretty lace panties glistening with your wetness. The heat from his palms were burning invisible marks on your skin, further igniting the flame in your stomach. "So lovely." He cooed, rubbing his clothed dick against your aching core. "Tell daddy what princess wants." He maintained his actions, grinding his hips against you. The friction caused all your blood to rush to your head, face now red as a tomato.
"Tongue," you squirmed in place, biting your lips to suppress the moans eagerly wanting to tumble out. "I want your tongue, please?"
"Since my princess asked so nicely," He knelt down so that he's face to face with your core. He leaned forward, nose gently brushing against your covered slit. You shivered at the minimal contact, leaning back and resting your head on the cabinet behind you while exhaling a blissful sigh.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, soaking up the intoxicating scent of your arousal. His fingers sank into the rosy flesh of your thighs, nails engraving crescent moon shaped indents as he fights the urge to devour you right then and there.
"My princess smells so sweet." He purred contentedly, following the line of your underwear.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally felt his hands climb to the curve of your hips. Gripping at the waist band, he pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. He held onto the piece of cloth for a while, crumpling it into his hand and shoving it up his nostrils. He looked so fucking erotic while sniffing up your delicious aroma. "Daddy…" You whined impatiently, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You looked desperate, hands coming to rest on your boyfriend's shapely shoulder. "Need you, please? "Don't worry, princess. Daddy will take care of you." Jin strictly believed in the saying "The slower the pace, the stronger the orgasm." That's why he consistently took his time with you whether eating you out or fucking you senseless.
He licked his plump lips like this was his last meal on earth, admiring how pink and glossy your sex was, and all for him. Jin's forefinger reached for your sensitive nub, carefully drawing out small circles while keenly watching it grow erect.
You sighed in relief, like a massive weight has been lifted in your chest. Such small ministrations from his end yet it caused such an immense effect on you. You watched him pucker his lips, collecting saliva in his mouth then erotically letting it drip down from his lips to your cunt aching cunt.
"O-oh," you gasped, relishing in the wetness and warmth of his spit that dribbled down your slit.
"You like that, huh?" He hummed sweetly, taking in with pride the reactions he's eliciting from you. One massaging finger became two. He began tweaking and pinching and rolling your soaked clit between his two digits, sending tiny shocks of electricity throughout your entire body.
By the way your heart was erratically beating in your chest and the way your eyes uncontrollably fluttered shut, you could sense your release reaching its peak. Yet your body has still been craving for more.
At this point, you were drenched with the blend of your juices and his saliva obscenely dripping down to the floor. "My princess is so fucking wet," He lowered himself, face now lined-up with your asshole. "D-daddy!" You mewled out loudly, entangling your hand in his raven locks when you felt his wet tongue rimming your puckered hole. Lewd sucking and slurping sound coming from him as his viciously lapped and sucked and nipped at the open flesh like a man starved.
"F-fuck, Jin…" As if your brain malfunctioned, you accidentally called him by his name. He stopped in his track just as he was about to prod your entrance with his tongue. "Did I hear that right? Jin?" He scoffed, jerking his head slightly. Suddenly, Jin licked a big-fat stripe from your ass up to your clit making you jolt in surprise "I'm gonna pretend that didn't happen," he stated, practised fingers going over the shape of your lower lips. Without a warning or giving you a second to think, he plunged his entire middle finger in you.
"D-d-daddy!" You wailed as your legs began shaking, head lolling back in delight. He began ramming his digit inside you at a ruthless pace, the sound of his palm meeting your pelvic echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen. The sting, it was definitely there. You can tell by the friction from his calloused finger scraping against your cavity. It stung, but you'd accept this generous punishment over not having an orgasm at all.
"Here?" He smirked, pupils blown out in unbridled lust. Tickling the rough spot deep with your sex. "Does my princess want to be touched here?"
Jin watched your face contorted in pleasure. Breathing ragged, brows furrowed and lips red and swollen from you biting into it too much before adding another finger into the mix.
You shrieked at the stretch, wallowing in the burning sensation all happening between your legs. And when he commenced the attack on your almost forgotten clit with his tongue, the small flame in the pit of your stomach began spreading like wildfire. You felt your temperature rising. Your entire body was stricken with sweat.
"Is my princess close?" Jin teased through his teeth, mouth still attached to your sensitive nub. The only reply you could come up with was a small nod, trembling hands clenched into a fist.
"Then come for your Daddy, princess." He coaxed. "Let me see that pussy cry." His voice and command were enough for your velvet walls to start convulsing around his long fingers.
Jin began scissoring his fingers inside you while simultaneously thrusting deeper. With your mouth partly open, you began choking out a breathless cry.
You were so fucking close and just as his torturous fingers brushed against your cervix, you instantly feel the fierce wave of your much awaited climax wash over you. Your toes curled inwards as your heels began digging into his back, urging him and signalling that you were coming. A rip-roaring moan came from your mouth in sheer unadulterated bliss. Now. Swiftly, he covered your entire sex with his mouth, seizing every last bit of your squirting orgasm.
He stared at your fucked out image through hooded lids, gulping down all your juices. He detached himself from your pussy and wiped the excess liquid at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"We should have dessert first more often." He smiled triumphantly.
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"Jin!" Namjoon bellowed over the thumping bass when he caught sight of Jin's figure entering through the front door.
"Joonie!" He answered back, teasing his junior with the nickname he gave him years ago. He waved his hands in the air so that Namjoon wouldn't lose sight of him in the sea of sweaty and drunken people occupying the living room area.
When they finally crossed paths, Namjoon enveloped Jin in a big bear hug. "Ugh! When was the last time I saw you, man?" He smacked Jin by the shoulder, "I missed you, Hyung." Although soft, Namjoon's voice was heard by Jin.
"Yea, missed you too." "Hi Hyung!" Taehyung beamed, peeking from Jin's back. "I've got the goods!" He shakes the bag of alcohol in their faces.
"Good!" Namjoon high-fives his Junior. Ushering them both to what they dubbed his special room. "We ain't sharing that with anyone besides ourselves." He smirked.
He was the host, technically he could do whatever the frick he wanted. Even if it was to set aside the cheap booze for the entire party to share and save the finer haul for him and his boys. "C'mon, man. We've got some catching up to do." Namjoon leads both of the boys to his study. The sooner they leave this crowded area, the sooner his anxiety will fade. When Jin entered the said room, he was hit in the face with a sense of nostalgia. The room was completely the same as the last time he was here. The furniture was the same, interior decoration the same, even the automated air-freshener spray was the same damn artificial lemon scent that made his head hurt. The only thing different from before was you weren't by his side. "Jin Hyung!" Hobi cheered, eagerly standing up from his seat on the couch to meet his hyung. "So good to see you!" Knuckles and fingers smacking against each other as they did their famous handshake that honestly had too many steps to remember. After everyone was settled in, they all gathered on Namjoon's leather couch at the far-right corner of the room next to the mini bar. "I'm so glad you came, hyung. I kinda thought you were dead." Namjoon joked, gathering ice and glasses and an assortment of chips and dips for everyone. "Hmmm, I've seen better days but I'm fine." Jin replied with a shrug of his shoulders. A deep forced chuckle escaped his lips followed by a sigh. Everyone was silent. "Ahhhh!" Hoseok tried to ease the tensioned atmosphere in the room, "By the way hyung, I have a friend," he effectively emphasized with a wiggle of his sharp brows "that has been dying to meet you!" "Who?" Taehyung inquired casually, popping a chip in his mouth. "You know Irene?" The corner of Hoseok's lip quirked, eyes hit with a glint of boastfulness. Anyone who was anyone knew who Irene was. Only a hermit living under a rock wouldn't. "The new transfer student and President of the Drama club 'Irene'?!" Namjoon’s eyes grew wide like saucers. "Yeah, that Irene." Hoseok proudly announced as if he was the one the girl was interested in. "We're in the same major and She's been asking," he paused, thinking of a more efficient way to put it into words, "more like pestering me, to introduce you to her." "Well since it's Jin-hyung we're talking about," Namjoon cuts, "it's only fair that one of the hottest girls on campus would be interested in our dear friend, also considered one of the best-looking guys on campus." "What do you say, Jin-hyung?" Hoseok asked. Namjoon and Taehyung were now anticipating an answer from their elder. Only a big moron would refuse an invitation from Irene. Jin took a few moments to think about his answer, brows furrowing into several positions before ultimately agreeing to his junior's offer. It's been 2 months and there's nothing wrong with putting himself out there. He was single anyways. "Yeah!" Hoseok exclaimed, fist pumping into the air. The thoughts of a week's worth of supply of those overpriced dumplings Irene promised him if he was able to get her and Jin to go on a date swims in his head. "I'll text her right now! And ask her if she can come," Hoseok lined his vision with Namjoon, eyes round and begging "if it's alright with Namjoon." "Yeah, tell her to bring friends." He winked, with dimples to match. "Ahhhh," Taehyung sighed, cracking his shoulders before leaning back in his seat, "That's great, since y/n's moved on and started dating that jung--" before he could even finish that sentence, both his hyungs were staring daggers at him. "S-sorry, Jin-hyung… I didn't…" Jin waved him off, "It's fine. I already know."
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Three months ago. "Hey, I saw yn at x station yesterday." Baekhyun suddenly opened up. He and Jin were on shopping duty for next week's final practical exam. "Really? You must have been mistaken. She's with her sister in Busan," he reasonably argued while choosing which bundle of iceberg cabbage was the freshest. "She is? I could have sworn it was her!" Baekhyun was sure that his 20-20 vision wouldn't betray him at a time like that. But since Jin confirmed that you were at your sister's house for the weekend, maybe he was wrong and the person he saw was some kind of doppelganger look-alike. "Ahhhhh, Maybe you're right. The girl I saw was with a dude from the university’s football club anyways, couldn't have been y/n." He concludes, sniffing a knob of garlic. You? The y/n l/n that he knew would never lie to him about anything, let alone cheat on him with another guy, he thinks. In the two years of you being together, lying and cheating on your boyfriend would be the last on your mind. You weren't that type of person, right? The sweet, caring, thoughtful, and undeniably soft y/n he knew would never do such a thing, especially to someone she loved. Before he started losing interest in grocery shopping for forty percent of his final grade. Which was also a key factor of him graduating, he shook all the unnecessary thoughts plaguing his mind and focused all his attention at the task at hand. "Which is better, Jin?" Baekhyun somehow helped him escape the trance he was in, distracting him with two red plump tomatoes in each hand. "That one." Jin pointed to the one in the boy's left hand. Baekhyun examined the two tomatoes, taking a sniff of each. Jin was right, the fruit on the left did in fact smell sweeter than one on the right. Its crimson color was far more vibrant, too. "How do you know by just looking?" Again, Baekhyun was amazed at Jin's instinct when it came to food and cooking. "I just do." Jin smiled. He just does, like he always has. -- Monday arrived and there was still no sign of you. Jin called and texted you several times today to ensure that you were alright but you hadn't replied since Sunday morning. That was enough to make him worry about your well being. But Jin knew you well enough to know that if there was something wrong, anything wrong, you'd let him know right away. You trusted him and he trusted you. That's just how you two were. At around 4 in the afternoon, he contemplated contacting your sister to ask if you were en route back to university. As he hovered his thumb over the call button next to 'Sulli Noona��", the front door opened and you came in with an exhausted look on your face. "Y/n!" He jogged over to your direction and aided you with your bag, placing it on the empty chair in the foyer. "How was Busan?" He asked, walking to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water. "Same same. Sis made me do lots of work around the house, though." You complained, untying your shoelaces before kicking off your shoes. "Here's some wa--" "Later," you interrupted, not giving him the chance to hand you the cold beverage. "Wanna take a shower first. I'm all sweaty and dirty." Without barely turning to look back, you hopped into the shower. As he stared at the cold drink dripping condensation in his hand, he heard the shower turn on. Oh, you must be terribly tired, he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to be on your ass too much. He figured you'd want to take a rest first, that he'll bug you later instead. Later that evening, Jin couldn't hold himself any longer. Two days of you gone felt like two months to him. He needed to kiss you, touch you, feel you. "Princess…" Jin whispered softly over the night time silence, massaging your waist. "Please, Jin. I'm too tired and really want to sleep." You groaned hoarsely, removing his hand from your body. "Please, y/n." He peppered the curve of your shoulder with light airy kisses. "I really missed you." He whined like child as he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you flush against him "Can't it wait?" You drowsily murmured, pulling the blanket over your exposed shoulder, not wanting to be any part of it. "Please…" he mused, carefully slipping his hand into your underwear. "Being at your sister's house must have drained all your energy. Let me help you relax." He hummed playfully, circling your flit with the pad of his middle finger. "Uh, fine." You grunted in annoyance. "Just get it over with." You rolled flat on your back, eyes still closed. That's odd, Jin speculated. This was the first time you had acted this hostile whenever he initiated sex. Be it after finals or rehearsal at drama club, you never refused his advances. Maybe it was the fatigue talking, maybe your sister did tire you out too much. Well, he just needed to double the effort of making you feel good. "Want to eat you out so bad, miss how you taste." He confessed openly, his body ghosting over your resting figure while hands tugging on your panty. "No." You abruptly declared, "I don't want you to eat me out. Just want your dick." Your words caught him off guard. You were a pillow princess, and that's an absolute fact. Usually, you'd enjoyed the feeling of being eaten and spoiled rotten until you came. He never thought you'd want to go straight to penetration without proper foreplay. "Are you sure, princess?" Jin was reluctant, of course. "You're not wet enough, and I haven't stretched you out properly." The thought of you being in pain rather than feeling bliss bothered him to an extent. "It's fine." Your hands flew to your mouth, scooping up the saliva you accumulated between your lips and rubbed it on your raw pussy. "See? It's fine." "O-okay…" If you say so. Jin lowered the band of his boxers, making his hard cock spring free. Bulbous tip already leaking pre-cum. Just to be sure, he let his spit dribble from his mouth to his dick, coating his entire length with more lubrication. He lined himself up, rubbing against your tight slit. "Are you ready, princess?" "Y-yeah." Gradually, Jin pushed the tip of his cock into you. You were so tight and still not wet enough. He heard you hiss in pain when half of his length was buried in you. He brushed the strands of hair out of your face and asked, "Are you okay, princess?" You nodded, "Keep going." Half heartedly, he sinks his entire length into your sex. You suddenly moaned as he bottomed out, but he couldn't distinguish if it was out of pleasure or out of pain. Your walls clenched around him uncomfortably, and he wonders if he should continue or not. He stilled his movements for quite a while, gauging your reactions. "Why'd you stop?" You inquired, face grimacing. "Keep going." He silently nodded and started moving his hips. Once he's set a comfortable rhythm for the both of you, he watched your face illuminated by the moonlight carefully. Your expression changed from the initial scowl you were wearing to a less tense frown. Of course you weren't aware that Jin was observing you. You had your eyes closed the whole time, looking less amused as the seconds went by. He's having second thoughts now; he shouldn't have forced you to do something you didn't want to. Instead of thinking about you and how you felt, he put his own horniness first. He cursed himself and his damn selfishness as he was halfway through his orgasm and you haven't borne any sign of climax yet. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes. He was gonna make you come whatever it took, even if it meant him coming first. Jin hooked the back of your knees at the bend of his arms, and he was now pounding you harshly into the mattress. His strokes were sharp and forceful, making you whimper. A few pumps later, he found himself spilling his warm fluid into your cavern, coating your walls with his seed. He took a minute to steady his breathing before he was crawling down to your dripping pussy. Right before Jin's fingers came in contact with your cunt, you slapped his hand away. "What are you doing?" You scolded. "I was about to-- you hadn't come yet so--" He explained nervously, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't have. "I thought I should--" "Stop." You cut him off again, harshly this time. Propping yourself up to go to the bathroom. "You don't need to." "But yn--" "I told you, you don't have to!" you spat venomously at him before slamming the door behind you. He heard the shower turn on again. The sound of the water droplet hitting the tiles turning into white noise in his head. You're tired and angry because of the fatigue. That must be it, he thought. Surely it was, he hoped. -- After that incident, things never went back to normal. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. That's how long you've been acting so cold and indifferent towards him. This wasn't like you; it wasn't like you at all. You never learned to harbour grudges or act so cruel. Every day he wondered what he did or said wrong which caused you to suddenly behave this way. If he could turn back time and erase everything he did that night, he'd do in a heartbeat. He bought you your favourite flowers and sweets, he took you out on spontaneous dates even if you were the least bit interested and cooked you your favourite foods for dinner four times a week that took a sizable chunk out of his bank account. He did everything he could, and thought was right to make you forgive him. He wanted you back. The one who loved being cuddled and tickled, the one who whined like a big baby whenever he didn't give you the attention that you wanted, the one who gave a thousand kisses a day and still wouldn't stop at that. He wanted you; he wanted you back so much that it was starting to hurt him physically. He missed you so much. He wanted you, the old you. He never lost hope, though. Even if it meant him failing a hundred times only to get it right once, he still wouldn't give up. Until one day he caught you stuffing your suitcase to the brim with all of your belongings. "Y/n?" Jin couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him. "What are you doing?" You sighed, zipping up your suitcase. "I don't think it's working, Jin." "What's not working, y/n? I don't un--" "Us." You cut him off. "Huh? What do you mean, y/n?" Now he couldn't believe what he was hearing, especially coming from you. "I'm breaking up with you." He suddenly felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Y/n, I don't know what you're thinking but we can talk this one out. Like we always do." You sighed a more audible sigh. "No, Jin. This…" You hesitated for a second before continuing what needs to be said. "This really isn't working out." A wave of cold panic washed over Jin's entire body, soaking him with sweat from head to toe making him feel like a defenseless wet chick about to be eaten by a fox. "Is it because I'm graduating?" Jin thought of the best reason he could conjure up on the spot. "Are you afraid that we'll grow apart after I graduate and get a job? Is that why you're being so distant?" You shook your head. "No. It's not that…" Hurriedly, he sprinted towards you and craddled you in his arms. "You don't have to worry about anything, baby." Jin assured, "After I graduate, I'll work my socks off and save enough money while waiting for you to graduate. I can wait for you, y/n. You know that, even if you stay in school for another four years, I'll wait for you. You know you're the only one for me" The sobs forcing their way were harder to contain now. "I know, Jin. I know. But it really isn't that..." You pushed him away. There was no easy way to put it. "Then what is it?" He helplessly croaked, staring at your blank eyes, searching for something he couldn't find. "Please y/n…" "I don't feel the way I used to feel… towards you." You bluntly stated, no need to beat around the bush at this point. You were in the endgame now. "Huh? Why? How--" The ground beneath his feet began shaking, preparing to crack open and swallow him whole any moment now. "It's not you, it has nothing to do with you." You explained. "Then what is it that made you feel this way?" His hands began trembling, his throat tight and dry. He wanted, no, he needed a reason, any reason. His stomach started churning and he felt bile rising up his esophagus, he wanted to throw up. "It's too complicated." That's all you say. "Then let's uncomplicate it, y/n!" He ran his fingers through his raven hair, tugging at the strands too hard. "Fuck…" he hissed before releasing his grip. The burn and sting from his scalp caused his face go numb. "Y/n please, please, please…" He dropped to his knees in front of you. He was practically pleading for you to stay. Tears kept falling from his eyes as his nails clawed into the carpet. "W-we we can work this out." He looked up, eyes red and cheeks wet. He held onto your hand tightly with no intention of letting you walk out on him. "I-I'm sorry, Jin. I just really can't…" You snatched your hand from his grip and left him there. Alone. Something he never expected he'd feel since being with you.
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After 20 minutes of casual conversation, playfully banter and catching up between best friends who missed each other, a soft knock on the door threw everything into a halt. "That must be Irene and her friends!" Hoseok chimed. He stood up immediately and headed his way to the door. "Hobi!" Irene squealed at the sight of her friend. "Girls, come here!" She gestures outside to where her friends were huddled together. She led her little groupie of pretty girls into the room. "Hi I'm Irene," She bowed and introduced herself to the group of boys before her. Once she made eye contact with Seokjin, she blushed. "T-this is Wendy, Joy, and--" when she discovered that her last friend was nowhere to be seen, she excused herself and exited the room. "H-hold on." "Hey y/n! Come in here!" Irene's voice can be overheard from across the hall. A switch in Jin's head flipped. He froze in his seat when he heard that name as if a bucket of ice water was dumped over him. "Irene, I told you I can't!" A familiar voice hushed from outside of the room. It was you. It seemed like our dear friend hoseok overlooked a critically important detail. Irene was the new President of the Drama Club; you have been a member of the drama club since freshman year. In fact, it was Jin that urged you to join. The chances of you being friends with her were a solid home run. Irene came back with a distraught you in tow. "And this is y/n." Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok were completely and utterly flabbergasted. Irene and her friends were confused as to why the boys suddenly became silent and the cheerful ambiance of the room disappeared. "H-hi… I know I'm not supposed to be here. I tried to talk to Irene but she insisted but I really didn't mean intruding and…" You were a stuttering mess while everyone watched. "I'm sorry, I'll just go…" You pointed towards the door, loosening the small hand bound around your wrist. "It's fine." Jin announced, "You're welcome to stay, y/n." Taehyung and Namjoon eyed one another credulously. What in the world was happening?! Irene leaned over to Hoseok to inquire exactly that. When Hoseok was done filling in the clueless girl, she gasped in surprise. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself. "Please excuse us for a while." She hauled you out of the room into the hallway and exclaimed "Y/n! Why didn't you tell me?! If I had know I wouldn't have---" "That's why. If I told you that Jin was my ex then you wouldn't shoot your shot." You reasoned. "But we're friends, y/n. I won't disrespect you like that..." "Nobody's disrespecting anybody, Irene. Jin and I, we're a thing of the past. I won't despise you for dating my ex. Hell, I'd be elated if you'd be his new girlfriend! You're one of the nicest people I know, and I'm rooting for you." "I freaking love you, y/n." Irene beamed, slightly teary eyed. - You both returned to the room hand in hand. "I'll stay for a while if you'll have me." You shyly announced, giving them all a ninety degree bow. "Great! Have a seat! You know you're still our friend, y/n." Namjoon offers you the seat next to his, and you gladly accept. You felt guilty hearing Namjoon's words. After breaking their best friend's heart, they still consider you a friend. Wait, that made it sound much worse. You didn't deserve the hospitality they're providing you. You tried settling down in your seat, ignoring the thick veil of awkwardness cloaking the entire room. You couldn't look Jin in the eye even though he was right across your seat, sitting comfortably next to Irene. Just when the tension and nerves were beginning to get to you, and you were contemplating about leaving, Jin comes to the rescue like he always does. "How have you been, yn?" He smiled sincerely, no hint of malice or resentment. "I-Im good." You scratched the back of your neck. A mannerism that comes out whenever you're nervous, Jin knows all too well. "Heard you aced your practical and you'll be graduating this year. Congrats." You concealed your anxiety with a chuckle. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." The small talk about school and such events between Namjoon and Jin went pretty smoothly for about ten minutes. When Namjoon's attention was directed towards Wendy and Jin was busy answering Irene's twenty questions, that's when you totally felt out of place. "I'll just head to the bathroom." Irene announced as she left the room. You finally had the chance to say what you have meant to say for the past 10 minutes. Even if the last thing he wanted was a lame apology from the likes of you, he still deserved it. The little voice in your head won't allow you sleep if you don't do it now. "Jin, I--" Before you could properly apologize for everything you did, someone knocked on the door while no one was expecting anyone anymore. Hoseok totally embodied the role of the bell boy today, as he was the one who kept answering the door for everyone. "Ah, Hey." A tall man stood before him, sporting an all black attire. Black shirt, black sweatpants, black boots, and the black jersey jacket ensemble of the University's football club. "Name's Jungkook, I'm here for yn." Hoseok surveyed the lad from head to toe before calling for you, "Y/nie! A boy named Jungkook is looking for you!" "Y-yeah! Coming." You looked at Jin apologetically, "Sorry. Talk to you next time." You bowed to everyone and said your regards before vacating the room with Jungkook. The sting, he felt it. It wasn't the same as the first time he heard you found somebody new, but it was still there. Jin found out that just after a week of breaking it off with him, you were already dating this Jungkook guy. At first he didn't believe it. He knew you were just as hurt as him for making such a monumental decision. He thought he knew you didn't have it in you to do such a thing. But he's been proven wrong before, why question everything now? He didn't have anyone to blame but himself. So for days and months, he'd been moping around his apartment. Not leaving his room unless he needed to eat or take a piss. His new roommate at that time, Taehyung, was heaven sent. Slowly but surely, he helped Jin recover and come back to his senses. He'd repeat, "It's not the end of the world." And "You'll find other girls." Like it was a mantra. At first he thought the boy was annoying 'cause he didn't want anyone but you. But later on he understood that Taehyung was only looking after him and wanted nothing but the best. As the days went by, he learned to live his life without you in the picture. Somewhere in his heart, he accepted that things were clearly not meant to be; that you weren't the same person you were when you first met; that you didn't love him anymore and maybe you breaking up with him was for the best. He's moved on, he can attest to that. And he doesn't want you anymore. But… Why was there a sudden ache in his heart the moment he saw Jungkook take you by the hand and lead you out of the room with a big smile on your face? That, even himself, can't answer.
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