My Heart Still Hurts.

My heart still hurts. 🥺

Come back safely. We’ll be here.

Yes we need this. Thank you Jimin.

I didn’t expect This enlistment to throw me off this much to the point where I really get emotional while listening to Serendipity. But The fact that we know that Jikook are together warms me up a little bit.

They have each other and they will be okay 🥹

They are each other's one true north. Support, guidance, centering, love and understanding at the deepest and most intimate level.

They have each other and they will be okay 🥰

💛💜🌈

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 700ish

Summary: Seeing your ex-boyfriend again after ten months since the breakup. He looks better than he has ever been. You try to show him you’re okay, but little does he know, you’re not.

Featured Song: “How Are You?” By Dylan Brady and Rosie

AN: Hello everyone! I’ve started a new writing series featuring songs that I personally love. I like sad, angsty songs. So I’m giving you a heads up on the songs I’ll be featuring. They will most probably be the type that’ll rip your hearts out and make you remember every sad breakup you’ve ever had. I listened to “How Are You?” By Dylan Brady and Rosie while writing this one. This wasn’t heavily edited, So I’m sorry for any errors. I personally made the banner for this fic. I don’t own any of the pictures.

Time seems to stop the moment you found his eyes. You were walking in while Jimin was walking out. The little cafe you used to frequent with him suddenly was filled with a nostalgic air that hurts you but awakens something in you at the same time. The memories cripple you and you stay planted where you stand. But your eyes have never left his.

Jimin is your ex-boyfriend. It still feels so wrong to call him that. It’s like your whole being hasn’t been acclimated to the fact that you’re nothing but mere strangers now. The denial is still there—alive and kicking, like the breakup only happened yesterday.

In reality, You’ve probably meant nothing to him since that cold December day. It has been ten months. He doesn’t know it, but he still means the world to you until now.

“How are you?” His deep honeyed voice still sends a shiver through your skin, leaving goosebumps in its trails like it’s the first time.

You bit your tongue and just smile.

“I’m good.” You lie.

You could lie to him and to everyone else, but you couldn’t lie to yourself.

You were not good. You were far from being good. You were not okay. There’s this big hole in your heart. The same heart that hasn’t been beating since Jimin ended things.

You were barely living. But here you are. You’ve managed to act like you still have a life, when all you really were was a shell—hollow on the inside, devoid of anything that resembles life.

Perhaps Jimin doesn’t realize that he had taken everything with him the moment he left. Everything. Including your heart and all the love and hope that had breathed life into it.

It’s been months and months of barely struggling to survive. Months and months of drowning in your own pool of tears night after night. It feels like forever now but you still find yourself replaying the night you lost him, wondering how you could have prevented it, how you could have done more, how you could have made him change his mind.

Every night you look at the ceiling in your cold bedroom, thinking about Jimin and how he said he didn’t know how to love you anymore.

Every night you cry and wish you can change it all. Every night you whisper a silent prayer for him to come back.

Deep inside, you wish he’d known how bad it hurt to lie. To say you’re okay when you’re not. Like what you’ve been doing since he left. Every time someone you knew would ask you how you were doing, you’d say your fine. But it rips you to pieces each time.

The pain is so bad that you want so desperately to say you’re not okay. That it’s hard to breathe. That it’s hard to live. That your world has been upside down ever since he hasn’t been in it.

But here he was. He looks better than he has ever been.

He dyed his hair that honey blonde you’ve always liked. His cheeks are full and rosy. He has that sheen of happiness radiating through him. Just like the Jimin you remember. The Jimin who was yours.

It’s nowhere near the Jimin who broke your heart. The one who begged for you to let him go, to forget him, to stop loving him, like it was so easy.

This Jimin is full of life. This Jimin looks so happy now. This is the Jimin you fell in love with.

How is he not dying even just a little bit?

How is he already over things?

How is he already over you?

“It’s… been a while.” You add, looking into his eyes. Those angel eyes that had you weak in the knees then, as you are now.

“How are you?” Your voice faint, almost a whisper. But Jimin caught it.

You manage to ask back like the hole in your chest isn’t burning just looking at his perfect face.

He gifts you a smile. Soft and knowing.

And just like that, you break all over again.

No one like him

He has all the intangibles. You can't just see Jimin, he demands engagement. His gaze challenges and intoxicates. He instills a fascination which is physical and emotional. He is siren and shelter, danger and haven. There is no one like him.

Post Date: 16/12/2023