You were dating Jimin for 2 years. He was a perfect boyfriend. Though he was very busy but he always found time for you.

You would go to romantic dates, he gave you gifts and flowers. His fans would do everything to be in your place.

It was perfect.

But everything changed…

*6 months ago*

-          Hey, ______-ah.

-          Hi, oppa!

-          Do you want to go to the ice rink?

-          Sure! When?

-          I’ll pick you up on 5 o’clock. Ok?

-          Ok.

You ran home (you were at school when he called) and when you got inside you saw your mom.

-          Woooow! Where’s the fire?

-          I have to do my homework quickly because Jimin is going to be here at 5 o’clock.

You ran upstairs, your mom giggled and sat on the sofa.

-          Aishhh…  She doesn’t even tell me about her dates anymore… Well Jimin will take care of her.

Everything happened so quick. You’ve done your homework and you quickly dressed up.

Suddenly you heard the doorbell ring.

“Right in time!”

You walked downstairs and opened the door. He was standing there holding bunch of roses.

-          Wow!  Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?

You both smiled and you took the flowers.

-          Don’t be so cheesy, oppa!

-          Ok. But you look wonderful!

-          Thanks.

You looked down and blushed.

-          But I you can’t go skating like this.

-          Let’s walk in the town.

You went to your favorite coffee shop and after walking in the town for a while you went near the Han river, there you saw the sunset. It was so beautiful.

He brought you home.

-          Bye, oppa.

-          Bye…

He kissed you softly and smiled. You went inside the house blushing madly.

*After about a week*

You were walking in the town with your friends.

-          Hey look ______-ah. Isn’t that Jimin?

You looked where she was pointing to and you saw.

-          Yes… It is…

-          What is he doing there, noona?

-          Wait he is with a girl!!!

-          Ok stop shouting you two. Are you okay _____-ah?

You were watching them and a tear rolled down your cheek.

-          Let’s go out of here…

You quietly said. Your friends didn’t want to leave you alone so you had a sleepover, they tried to comfort you and in the morning you woke up feeling not as terrible as you thought you will.

-          Ok we’ll go. Are you going to be ok?

-          Yeah… I’ll be fine.

You tried to smile.

You cried…

Cried…

And cried…

Your mom tried to make you feel better but nothing helped.

-          Honey. Just cry it out. Everything will be okay.

-          I thought he loved me, umma.

-          I thought he loved you, too. But I guess we both were wrong.

You didn’t sleep at night so you didn’t have to go to school (thank God your mom understood you).

Your phone was ringing…

It was him…

Jimin…

-          No! I won’t talk with him ever again!

You didn’t answer. He called…and called…and called. Till you were so annoyed that you picked up…

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