Title: Mr Popular

Type: Scenario | Texts | Chatroom | Drabbles | Reactions | Outfits

Pairing: Seokjin, You

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Friendship | Other -

Words: 1114

Summary: You and Seokjin used to be the power couple, but one day he dumped you, leaving you heartbroken to this day.

You walked past the park every day, watching the swings as they lay there, empty and lonely. Remembering the old times hurt you, but you kept torturing yourself for reasons only God knows why. 

As you walked past, you would see the images of you and him, running around, tickling each other, and laughing to your heart's content. You missed the old days. You missed him.

Every day you would see him at school and it would pull at your broken heart. If wasn't fair that you had to live everyday wanting him, needing him, but he was moving on, dating millions of other girls, attending every party in town and building his successful career with his stunning grades.

How was it that he loses you, but you suffer? How was it that he breaks up with you, leaving you in the pit of misery while he felt no remorse? You wished you could be like him, treat your relationship as a little bump in the road and move on. But you couldn't. You had already realised that there was only reason you couldn't move on. It was be because you loved him. You love him. And although he didn't reciprocate your feelings, you still felt it in your heart.

It was senior year, and ball was just around the corner. Ever since you and Seokjin had been dating last year, you imagined ball to be a night to remember. Accompanied by the most handsome and kindest man of all, going with your bestest of friends and wearing the most beautiful dress you have ever laid eyes on (you had it ready long before; it was your grandmother’s dress, and although it was underrated, it was gorgeous).

But now it was all different.

He no longer was the kindest man in the world, at least not to you. His stares were cold, his voice was rough and you two no longer told each other anything, let alone everything.

As you walked past, your eyes rested on the bench in the corner, and a figure emerged, sitting on it, leaning back onto his arms with his palms flat on the bench. A painful smile arose on your face as you realised your brain was bringing back a memory. An image of you appeared, walking toward the boy on the bench, with a smile.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, looking at you with a smile, taking you in.<