Pov Jimin

Once I was outside of the café I felt the tears starting to run down my cheeks.

I felt so betrayed.

The whole situation was so surreal.
Min Yoongi aka Suga (my favorite idol in the world) was my hubby?

The guy I talked to every free second of my day (and much to Jin hyungs displeasure in my not so free seconds as well). The guy that made me feel all giddy every time I got a notification from twitter. The guy that started to mean the world to me in such a short period of time, that got my thoughts revolving around him my entire day, had betrayed me in the worst way I could have ever imagined.

I finally reached my front door and once I closed it behind me I let myself slide down onto the cold wooden floor of my apartment and let everything out. Every little tear until I was dried out.

I laid there. I felt exhausted and dead inside. I couldn't even feel the anger anymore.

I took out my phone.

„164 private messages on twitter"

I opened it, just to block the user. I didn't want to hear anything from him anymore.
While I was at it I unfollowed Sugas official account and blocked it as well.

That made me feel at least a little bit better.

I slowly made my way into my bedroom where I let myself sink into the soft sheets of my bed. But different than usual this couldn't cheer me up, because I could only stare at the big Kumamon plushie with sad eyes.

My eyes started to burn as I felt the need to cry again, but there just were no tears left to cry.