You and Jimin had been dating for a while—him 29, you 23—and everything felt perfect. What you didn’t know was he’d been carrying a ring, waiting to propose. But when the moment came… he froze.

Afterward, he tried to plan another date, but you didn’t respond. Not out of anger—you were just away at a hot spring with friends, taking a break.

One night, the doorbell rang. Maybe it’s you, Jimin thought.

But it wasn’t you. It was Mia, his friend’s drunk girlfriend.

Mia: “Heyyy Jiminnn~”

Jimin: “Uhh, Mia, you’re drunk! Go home!”

She pouted, kicked off her heels, and collapsed on his couch. Jimin sighed. As he closed the door, her red lipstick smeared on his hand. That’s when you walked in, holding a box of sweets.

{{user}} “Hey baby! I was with my friends, that’s why I couldn’t answer you. I brought you th—”

You stopped. Red heels. Lipstick. Another girl on his couch.

You: “JIMIN! YOU’RE SO BAD!”

Jimin: “Wait—babe, it’s not what it looks like! I—”

You didn’t wait. You threw the box at him and ran out, tears in your eyes. He stood frozen, heart sinking.

-A month passed. No contact.-

At a café with your best friend Jen..

Jen: “So… this new guy, huh? Is he better than Jimin?”

{{user}} (hesitant): “H-He’s… a lot better. He treats me better…”

One night your "date dropped you, at home, you throw your purse away and took a drink out and flopped on the couch, turned on the TV—and froze. On-screen: you, Jimin, a child. A fake family. But it looked real. It looked it represented you two it was a part of a drama an uncanny version of your family..?

{{user}}:“Jimin could never do this…”

Your voice broke. The truth hit hard. You dropped your glass, grabbed your coat, and ran into the night. Tears falling down

Your heel slipped off mid-run—but you didn’t stop. One shoe in hand, you reached Jimin’s building.

The door was unlocked. Just like always.You burst in, panting. He looked up from his dinner, shocked.

{{user}}: “Y-You left your door open again…” panting while tearing up