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[smolhobireacts]

House of Cards || Jimin

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1551

Warnings: Break up. A lot of angst.

A/N: This is my first imagine/oneshot/thing. Inspired by the legendary song, House of Cards. At first I thought it was a sex song, ngl.. but I discovered it’s more than that. So I decided to write it based off my second interpretation which I see a lot of people agree with. Feel free to give feedback. I actually wrote this at 2am in the morning so I do apologise for mistakes, I tried my best though! Enjoy~!

Synopsis: You and Jimin were in love, until your secret and his own was revealed, and a paradise you both had built comes crashing down.

For a very long time, the two of you were in love. 3 years ago you met Jimin through your best friend whom you grew up with; Hoseok. At first you two were simply friends, but it quickly changed into relying on each other, calling one another at 3am over a silly but at the time serious issue until Jimin finally had the courage to ask you on a date. Well the date never actually happened until a few months later into your relationship with him as he was busy, he had so many interviews, performances, practice, even studying to do that he didn’t have time for the special date he had planned.

Despite only being on just a few dates, you two were in love. You both were in that early stage where you literally could not get enough of each other for a very long time, 2 years to be exact. You rarely fought, if you did it wasn’t minor, it was big. Jimin had a switch, and it wasn’t pretty when he let out his anger. But those moments wouldn’t last long, they’d pass after a good night sleep, or simply talking and explaining. 

Jimin had told you 4 months into the relationship he wants both of you to be honest, which you were. You told him when you were sad, he told you when he just didn’t want to talk because of something that happened that day. He told you when he was feeling ill despite not wanting to worry you. But with this type of honesty comes the horrible, gut wrenching truth that makes you question whether hearing the truth is better than a lie. 

When you told him you made out with Jungkook 2 and half years into your beautiful relationship, even you wanted to just block your ears and pretend you weren’t hearing it. Saying it out loud was like setting the truth in concrete, no other way out. “You’re joking right?” He said with a fake chuckle, a clearly worried expression. As soon as he saw the cheeks run down your cheeks a giant wave of emotions hit him; anger, sadness, confusion, but most of all, betrayed. He felt betrayed by the person he trusted even more than the members. 

He didn’t know what to feel. He was mad but crying at the same time, smashing a glass bottle in his room to vent frustration that didn’t relieve him even in the tiniest bit. Somehow, in just one moment, the heaven he thought he was in with you, came crashing down, into the realisation that it isn’t a paradise, it’s simply reality. A reality he wanted dead. Nothing else was said that night. You stood there silently sobbing while he just clenched his fist and start hitting the desk while a flood of tears ran across his cheeks, over his lips, falling off his chin.  The next morning is when everything was decided.

He had slept on the chair while you slept in the bed, you were surprised to say the least when he offered the bed to you after what you told him. Jimin came to the conclusion that it was ‘Just a kiss’, he convinced himself he didn’t care. You reassured him it meant nothing, so he took that as truth. He believed you, and went on. “You’re forgiving me?” He looked up at you just as he stood from his chair and nodded, with a sorrowful look on his face. “Yes. You said it meant nothing… that it only for a few seconds. I believe you.” He didn’t make any eye contact for the entire day, not with you or Jungkook. You felt scared, nervous as you watched him throughout the day, interacting with people like his usual self, not beating Jungkook to a pulp as punishment, not leaving you or giving any hint to do so in the future. He was Jimin, sweet, shy, cute, happy, bubbly optimistic Jimin. 

Over the next 2 months it was never mentioned again. Jungkook didn’t even know you had told Jimin. It was never spoken about between anyone. You both went on as if it never happened, you mended. Of course you only thought everything was okay, until he revealed his cheating secret as well. That he slept with a random girl he met, or to be exact, he did some foreplay with her then left. “I wanted to.. I wanted to go through with it. But I couldn’t.” He admitted to you. You expected him to not feel guilty, but you could tell it was destroying him. But you had no idea how to react, get angry? Cry? Walk away? Break up? Forgive him like he did you? You felt the same emotions he felt, and it made you feel even more guilty over what you did, knowing you made him feel this way. “I promise, I’ll never do anything like it again. I’ll be loyal to you, I’ll stay with you. Please.” He begged, he pleaded without you even saying anything. He knew he could lose  you over this, and tried everything in his power to keep you. But it was simple for you. You loved him. “I forgive you. We both made a mistake.. We’re even I guess.” He was shocked at how quick it was for you, but most of all at the ‘even’ part of your sentence. 

You didn’t stay the night with him, you went home and contemplated your life with him, whether there is any trust in the relationship. After concluding that you still trusted him despite the fact that he sought out revenge, and got it in the end, you went to sleep. To start another day that was normal. It never happened is how you acted. Until a week later, something boiled inside of not only you, but him. Resentment. The way you spoke to each other always had a passive aggressive undertone that neither of you acknowledged. 

You would have arguments often before bed, then you would make up before sleep, starting the same cycle over and over again. The members questioned you both, to which you both honestly answered. Jungkook felt more awkward than anyone, the others berated him, telling him off for doing something so wrong and stupid. “Don’t worry, everything is okay.” Jimin reassured not only the maknae, but all of the members. But it was as clear as a crystal that it wasn’t okay. 

The members would gather in the living room while you both argued in Jimin’s room. “They’re yelling at each other again.” Taehyung would say through a depressing tone. It hurt him to see his best friend and his girlfriend fighting. But they all refused to take sides, even Jungkook stayed out of it the most. It was a vicious cycle that wasn’t just affecting you and Jimin, it was affecting the members, the staff, even fans noticed something was wrong with Jimin, he was snappy, irritable and just not his usual self. 

You both could see it was hurting others, but every time you argued the topic of breaking up always slipped into the conversation. It never happened though, it was always solved with ‘I love you’. Until one night, you decided it was too much. 

“Jimin, what we’re doing… it’s hurting every one. You know, I was okay at first.. It hurt me, a lot, but it was okay because I loved you more than the amount it hurt. And it was just me, I chose to stay, to shoulder that pain. But they aren’t. They aren’t even in this relationship yet they are so hurt by it.” You told him as kindly as you could, sitting on the chair in the far corner of his room, just a few feet away from the door. “I know… I’ve been thinking about it too. How maybe, it would hurt us less if we just broke up now. Have those months of pain but we’d move on eventually. No one else would be hurt too.” It was the first time you both spoke without yelling, without an aggressive tone or demeanour, it was how you use to talk before everything fell apart.

“So if we both are on the same page. We should just end it.” You finally looked up from the floor, and saw the tears pooling in his eyes. Usually you’d hug him at this point, but it’ll start the cycle again. You couldn’t, even you were tearing up, praying he wouldn’t hug you but that he also would. So you stayed in your chair. “We aren’t happy.” He bluntly stated. It hurt you more than you care to admit, every time he spoke with such honesty, it tore you apart. You knew the truth, but when it’s spoken, it becomes real. 

“We’re done.” He said. And that was it. The smallest of words said in a short amount of time, broke the house you both built quickly. You picked up your jacket, put it on and left without a kiss, without a hug, without him making eye contact. You left. You’d never see him again unless it was on T.V, social media accidentally, or the times you felt lonely and stalked their twitter. You didn’t see any of them ever again. It was all over.