~One Week Later~

Space is just what you needed.

After a full week of reflecting on things, you've finally cleared your mind. Jimin's kept his distance which you're grateful for. Seeing him in pain is the worst feeling in the world, but just because he's in pain doesn't mean you should have to suffer for two months. Why can't it be simple?

You're sitting in your history of contemporary art class, the professor about to dismiss everyone. When she does, you find yourself lingering. There's a reason. You know your professor doesn't have anyone after this. So... now's the perfect time for a meeting with Jimin. It's been a week. It's time.

After two minutes of waiting a single male figure strolls inside. Your prof and classmates are all cleared out, so Jimin closes the door and locks it behind him. You're still sitting at your desk. Do you have the strength to move yet? Not really. This is the hardest decision you've ever had to make in your life. A year and seven months, two months of which was absolute hell. You had to weigh your pros and cons and you've finally come to a decision you think is best for both of you.

He saunters to the teacher's desk, standing in front of it. "So... how are you?" he asks, wincing as the words leave his lips. You will your eyes to move up to meet his soft gaze. "I'm... okay," you honestly reply, "you?" "Okay," he replies with a shrug. He averts his eyes to the ground. You can't really blame him for that. It's a tense situation.

"I guess I'll start," you whisper, standing. He brings his eyes up to you at your sudden movement. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Of course. Anything," he instantly replies. You nod, walking over until you're about ten feet away from him. "I want to talk. And I want you to listen. No interruptions. No yelling. I'll try to limit the arguing but no promises there. Can you do that?" He nods. "Okay... well... then I'll rip it off like a bandaid."

You pause for a moment to regain your composure. Here comes the hard part. "For two months now you've been distant. I don't need to tell you that but I figured I'd remind you anyway." He nods, still keeping his eyes on you. "You flirt with that girl... you drunk drive home... you start partying like crazy, no, drinking like crazy... you say you're stressed but I don't know why... you punch Jungkook. When does it end? Why does it feel like every day some new awful thing happens?"

You tear up, "why does it feel like I lost my boyfriend two months ago, that night you drunk drove home?" He's at a loss for words, his mouth hanging open but no sounds coming out. "For over a year I was so fucking in love with you," you mutter as tears roll down your cheeks, "I loved you more than anything on this damn planet. I never thought it was possible to love someone this much." He whimpers, "lov... l-loved?" You sniffle, "loved." "You... you don't love me anymore?"

Ugh this is harder than you thought. "It's impossible not to love you Park Jimin," you say with a dry laugh, "there will never be a day in my life where I'm not totally in love with you... but think about it. Everything that's happened. The Jungkook thing scares me the most. You punched him while drunk out of anger. What if you do the same to me?" "Baby I would never, ever lay a hand on you. Ever. I couldn't. I would never forgive myself. I love you."

He walks closer, grabbing both your hands with his. You watch as he shakes his head rapidly. "There is no one in this galaxy who I love more than you. When I said I wanted you to be my one I meant it. I mean it more and more every moment of every day. I know I fucked up. I tremendously fucked up. Monumentally. There's no apology I can say that'll make up for that. There's nothing I can do to make it up, even if I try for years. The truth is you're right. I know that. My drinking is a problem. The partying and flirting and Jungkook... all a problem."

You press your lips together before backing away, your hands falling out of his. "And that's just it. It took you two months of arguments and distance for you to finally understand. I don't know why it took you this long Jimin, but I can't wait around for it to happen again. I have no idea what's got you so stressed, but I can't force it out of you. I was supposed to be your girlfriend, not your mom."

His eyes show his heart shattering into pieces. "B-Baby... no... no, please..." You shake your head as he comes closer. "Was?" he whispers, his pain showing in both his eyes and his quivering voice. "Please... I know I'm in no position to ask for another chance after you gave me one almost two years ago but... please..."

You laugh, but it's humorless, "you know, the first time I disobeyed my rule book it went just like this." Jimin's eyes widen while you try to control your tears. "It ended with me in tears. Crying and begging my boyfriend to help me understand him and his mind. Communication is the most important thing in a relationship Jimin. We tackled this so early with the whole playboy thing. I thought for sure this wouldn't be an issue by now."

He somberly nods, you sighing. "I'm not perfectly innocent either. I was harsh at times, gone a lot, neglectful even... and I'll admit that was wrong. For that I'm sorry. I'll apologize over and over again because the truth is I wasn't the best girlfriend to you." When he moves to speak you cut him off. "Don't deny it. I wasn't very good to you. You don't have to coddle me just because I'm pissed beyond belief at you. It's the truth, I made mistakes. It isn't only you but... dammit Jimin, why this? Why couldn't we communicate?"

You back up again, preparing to turn and make your final words when he seems to snap. "I'm failing!" he blurts. You stand in shock as he heaves, crying softly. "I'm... I'm failing half my classes. I have one good grade, the rest are so shit I can't even describe it. For a while I tried studying but it seemed like a distraction was the better plan a-and I... I got depressed."

Although you're very sympathetic to his story, you only give him an angry expression. "I've waited... two months... to hear that? That your grades are slipping?" His eyes widen. "Don't get me wrong it hurts me seeing you in that pain, and failing is horrible but Jimin - that's literally the whole point of my existence as your girlfriend," you desperately let out, "I'm supposed to help you with that. I've helped you with it before. What about Namjoon? Jin? Tae? Jungkook? Hoseok? Hell even Chaeyoung or other members of your basketball team? Did you ask a single person for help? Even a professor?" He quietly shakes his head.

"So... I waited two months... to hear that. To hear that my boyfriend doesn't trust me or any of his friends enough to tell the truth. That he can't ask for help when he needs it most?" He keeps his eyes on the ground in shame. "Listen... I get it. Really, I do. It's hard to ask for help. When my dad was in the hospital, my grades started to slip too." He looks up in shock. "It took me two weeks to finally ask for help, but when I did everything instantly got better. Jimin we were well over a year into our relationship but you couldn't ask me for help? Why?"

"I... I don't know..." he mumbles. You bite back the urge to scoff. "I'm tired Jimin. I'm tired of fighting for this relationship when you won't. Every time I hear a sorry I get filled with more dread knowing that the worst is yet to come. I told you I'd try my best to make sure I was the one who ended up getting hurt... a-and I was right, I was the one who got hurt. You left me, Jimin. Not the other way around. I'm sorry, but I can't wait around for someone who barely looks at me anymore." You shake your head, "we're done Jimin."

Jimin stares in astonishment as you storm out of the room. As soon as the door clicks behind you, you don't bother to hide your stream of tears. For your own mental health you had to do that. You had to. What other options did you have? Take him back and wait around for him to start this bullshit again like he's been doing for weeks? It wasn't a week, or two weeks, no, it was much, much more than that. He completely betrayed your trust. There's only so much you can take.

Chaeyoung is waiting around the corner for you. She was made aware of your plan before you did it. Honestly she was your biggest supporter throughout it all. You have no idea what happens now. Where will you live? Will Jimin find a place okay? When do you get the rest of your stuff? It's unlikely that you'll have an answer for that until tomorrow. So, for now, you shamelessly sob.

Your best friend comes up and hugs you, shushing you while rubbing your back. The tears you have burn your face, your hands squeezing her back. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," she whispers while desperately trying to comfort you. You close your eyes. The love of your life is gone... now what do you do? Is there anything to do? Only time will tell...