You bounded up the stairs with a great smile on your face, flowers in hand. It was your first year anniversary with Jimin, and you had come to celebrate it with him at his apartment. You knocked on the door, and opened the door. Strangely, it was open. You frowned, then heard noises from his studio. You beamed and skipped down the hall. You opened the door and your jaw dropped at what you saw. You stood frozen in the doorway, flowers crumpled tightly in your hand.
Jimin was sitting in his chair, with a beautiful woman in his lap. They were kissing passionately, and at the sound of you opening the door, they jumped slightly. Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of you and the realization dawned on him. Today’s our anniversary. Oh no.
“Oh, hello, sorry you had to see that. I’m Lisa. What’s yours?” the woman smiled sheepishly at you.
You stared at Jimin, then turned and fled down the stairs, flowers abandoned and thrown on the floor. Jimin ran after you, calling desperately.
“Y/n, please, wait, it’s not what it looks like!” Jimin pled, tugging at your arm. “Y/n, please!” he begged, tugging at your shirt,
“Don’t touch me,” you hissed, whirling around and glaring at Jimin. Suddenly, tears started welling up in your eyes. You fumbled for your promise ring and flung it at him. “You promised you would always be by my side!” you yelled at him, tears falling down your face. “What do you think this all is, a joke?” you gestured to him and you.
“Y/n,” Jimin whispered, hardly believing this was happening. “Please, I-“
“No, I don’t want to hear it. I never should have trusted you in the first place. Taehyung was right when he said you didn’t keep promises. I am done with you,” you gritted your teeth and spoke coldly. You turned on your heel and stomped out the door, leaving Jimin with tears streaming down his face and thinking, What have I done?
He raced after you, pleading, begging. You whirled around as he tugged you on the arm, hoping to catch your attention.
Slap. The sound echoed and reechoed as you slapped him harshly across the face. He stood there, stunned. His hand went up to touch his cheek, a red mark already forming. You had never slapped him before. His lips quivered, his eyes welled up with tears. “Baby?”
“Don’t you dare call me that again. I hope we never see each other again, Park Jimin,” you spat, glaring at him. You ran off, your own heart breaking at the sounds of him sobbing fading. You thought he loved you. Well, you just found out that it wasn’t true.
(2 Years Later)
Jimin sighed, swirling his wine around his glass. He was at a bar with Jungkook, another friend, and Jungkook had decided to drag Jimin along with him.
“Hey, hyung, you okay?” Jungkook waved his hand in front of Jimin’s face. “You look a bit spaced out there.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jimin replied, and ordered another wine. He looked out across the dance floor, and froze. There you were. Dancing with a stranger. He placed his glass down and made his way to you, bumping into people and apologizing profusely.
“Y/n!” Jimin called your name desperately. “Y/n!”
You turned around and gasped when you saw him. “Um, excuse me for a moment,” you told your partner. He smiled and released you with a nod.
“What are you doing here?” you asked coldly, crossing your arms and glaring at Jimin.
“Well, Jungkook dragged me here,” Jimin laughed rather lamely. “Thought I should get out of the house.”
You nodded, and sighed. “Jimin, just tell me what happened.”
Jimin looked at his feet. “Lisa, she was paid to be in a relationship with me. I didn’t mean to get too attached, but…”
“She was paid to be in a relationship with you?!” you asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, it’s very common in the k-pop industry,” Jimin replied. “And y/n, I just want you to know that I still love you.”
You scoffed. ” Jimin, if you loved me you would’ve told me the truth and I could at least understand you were doing this because you had no other choice. Anyways, do you still love me?”
Jimin looked at you with tears in his eyes. “I do, y/n. Do-do you?”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry, Jimin. I already found someone else, who loves me. You’re too late.” You turned and left him, shattering his heart into a million pieces as your words played repeatedly in his head: You’re too late. You’re too late. You’re too late.