Hello Beautiful (Jimin x Reader)

I lean my back against Jimin's front door, not having the strength move my legs quite yet.

My heart aches, as though it was just ripped from my body. I raise my right hand and lightly grasp the front of my shirt, feeling my heartbeat pound underneath.

My mind is a mess, constantly bouncing around from the information overload that I have received these past couple of hours.

I slowly gather myself, focusing on my breathing.

You can do this Y/N, just walk...

I shift off of the door and make my way out to the sidewalk, consciously focusing on my feet, trying not to trip and fall.

As I walk further and further away from Jimin's apartment, I think about what I should do.

I told Jimin to give me time, but how much should I give myself?

Before I let my mind wander again, I stop myself knowing that the constant circling thoughts would lead me nowhere.

Y/N: "Maybe I need to sleep on it, give my mind a break before it overheats..."

My words drift, however, when I think about my apartment...

The memories that I've made there with Jimin come to mind, but also the cameras that he placed...

A shudder rips through me, realizing that Jimin had only showed me where two of his cameras where when he "exposed" them to me, and we had left them in my bedroom before we packed up my things to come to his apartment.

Y/N: "Shit..that means all of his cameras are still there..."

I don't think I would even be able to get a good rest there in the first place now that I think about it. It's filled with so many memories...

Y/N: "But where can I go?"

I don't have any really close friends that wouldn't mind this late wake up call. I especially don't know where I could go around here that I would feel completely safe and that it wouldn't be tainted by the memories of Jimin and I.

Damn it.

Sighing, I decided to look through my phone. Maybe a contact that I have in there will give me an idea.

Reaching into my purse, I dig around not finding my phone.
Just as quick as the question comes to me, a realization flows through me.

Y/N: "Fuck!"

The phone is still charging on Jimin's bedside table!

Y/N: "Great now what am I going to do?"

Just as I thought it couldn't get worse, I start hearing the pitter patter of rain.

Clutching my purse close to me, I run down the sidewalk, desperate for some relief from the sudden rain.

I finally see a bus bench seat with a cover over it. Sighing in relief, I duck underneath and sit cross legged on the bench to keep myself from getting more wet.

Laying my purse in my lap, I set my elbows on my knees, burying my face into my hands.

What do I do?!?!

Y/N: "No phone, no home...no Jimin."

Sudden sobs rack my body as I feel so alone and isolated.

I don't know how long I sit there, but by the time I had finally somewhat calmed down, my head is pounding and my throat burns. My body is still shaking from the heart wrenching sobs.