BROKEN

9 YEARS LATER

BUSAN

Jimin pov:

It's the fourth time we have had a quarrel this week. where did it all go wrong? what was the reason she was fighting again?

I don't remember. we have been dating for the past two years and it seemed like the perfect relationship until a few months back. A few weeks begone and everything seems to be going downhill.

what is it that I don't get? what should I do now?

"Jimin are you even listening to me, I don't think we can work this out anymore. i-its the end."

what, no way this can't be the end...

"do you even realize this is the fourth time this week that we are again having a fight?"

Author pov:
Jimin was still in shock from hearing the girls previous words that he was unable to give any kind of response.

"Park Jimin you don't realise do you... this thing between us it's not worth calling it a relationship anymore-"

The girl's words shot like daggers in his chest and he sounded desperate as he tried to convince her.

"Blare baby please, calm down and listen to me. Please don't say such things we can try again-"

Blare cut him off again her voice now shrill and thick.
"no jimin please stop, I am ending this it's over w-we are over." her voice held no energy it cracked badly towards the end, after all they had been the perfect couple for almost two years but things had to change, it had to go wrong and their relationship had to end.

Blare grabbed her purse from the table walked stiffly to the door, grabbed her coat and left the place as fast as she could.

But all this was far from convincing for jimin. He was sweating reality had always been too hard for him to accept. Everything thing had to end up unfinished and regretful come what may.

He got up from the couch he was sitting in, his eyes were focused on the door, mind slipping into denial and his body trembling with fear.  His legs would take him no more than a few steps before he landed hard on his knees, he ignored the pain it was nothing compared to the excruciating knot in his chest. He let himself fall on the cold floor as he passed out due to the stress and anguish.

After what felt like hours jimin became conscious of low temperature of the room and his numb body. He slowly picked himself up and limped to his study where he again dropped to the couch wrapping himself in the sheets and letting sleep take over him once again.

If it wasn't for his girlfriend's ego and expectations. If it wasn't for her desire to know more than he could let out. If it wasn't for her frequent need to cling around. If it wasn't that hard to voice out his discomfort and disapproval. Maybe just maybe it would have worked out. She wouldn't have been a pampered and spoilt rich daughter after all.

Or were these all his I'll expectations, was it too much to crave love the way he wanted. Was it too much to ask for silent nights under the stary sky instead of weekly clubbing and party nights.

To the future that he never awaited jimin rolled up into a smitten ball covered in his sheets resisting the moans as the pain became unbearable. He could only scream into the sheets that only muffled his voice but did nothing to sooth the pain in his chest.