Never Again [Yoonmin 18+]

[Pt. 3] -32- 🎶 Blame It All On Life

[A/N - POV changes near the end 🐋]

"I'd like to say we gave it a try. I'd like to blame it all on life. Maybe we just weren't right, but that's a lie, that's a lie. And we can deny it as much as we want, but in time our feelings will show. 'Cause sooner or later, we'll wonder why we gave up."
~Ariana Grande, 'Almost Is Never Enough'

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*Jimin's POV*

A month had passed since that excruciating dinner.

I took what that Ajumma said to heart and tried my best to move on. I put all of my attention into my work. It helped that Yoongi hadn't tried to contact me since we last saw each other. Jin wised up and stopped trying to make us see each other. Yoongi clearly didn't want me, and I didn't want to see him with someone else. The wedding, however, was only one month away. Which meant that we would be leaving for France in three weeks, and I wouldn't be able to avoid seeing Yoongi then.

Sweat rolled down my forehead, and I wiped it away before it could reach my eyes. My legs were shaking from exhaustion, and my stomach ached with hunger, but that didn't stop me. Continuing along the track, I pushed myself to run faster. For the past few weeks, my routine consisted of going from the dance studio, to the gym, to the dance studio, and back to the gym. I found it was the easiest way to keep my mind away from unpleasant thoughts.

If I had thoughts of Yoongi, I would run for hours on end until I was too tired to think of him. If I was started to feel depressed and hopeless, I would dance until I was finally able to fall asleep. I pushed my body until the physical pain overtook the emotional pain.

A sharp pain hit my stomach. I had been getting these small pains whenever I work out lately, and I assume it's heartburn or something. I made a mental note to stop by the pharmacy for some antacids.

My phone rang and I groaned at the interruption. I ran over to where my bag was and pulled my phone out.

<Incoming Call: Hoseok>

"Hello?" I panted into the receiver.

"Jesus, Jimin. What are you doing, running a cross-country marathon?"

I let out a breathy laugh. "What do you need, Hobi?"

"Just wanna know what time you'll be home. I'm trying to plan for dinner," Hoseok said over the line.

"Go ahead and eat without me. I'll still be here for a while."

There was silence for a moment on the other end.

"Hoseok? You there?" I asked.

"I'm here," Hoseok spoke. "Just... don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

"You don't need to worry about me, I'm okay," I reassured him. "I'll grab something to eat on my way home."

Satisfied with my answer, Hoseok hung up after reminding me to drink plenty of water.

I ended up staying a few more hours at the gym. The only reason I left was because I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment. Upon returning home, I took the fastest shower I could. Hoseok must've gone to bed already, because he wasn't there to nag me like usual when I got home. Thinking of Hobi reminded me that I forgot to grab food for myself. Again.

I passed by the mirror and froze. My towel was draped low around my waist, exposing my bare torso. I examined myself, feeling a mix of emotions swirl through me.