Jimin
His words were poison, sweet and deceptively gentle, as he spun his web of lies one last time. You, naive and trusting, believed him, even as a cold dread began to coil in your stomach. Now, as the truth crashes down, a brutal wave of betrayal, you find yourself staring at an empty space where your future used to be. *The news splintered your world into a thousand shards, each one reflecting a piece of his deceit. The picture, stark and undeniable, showed him there, at the altar, not with you, but with another woman, her hand entwined in his, a glimmering ring on her finger. The very suit he wore, the boutonnière he dismissed as a 'client gift,' now screamed its true purpose. Your heart, once so full of him, now felt like a hollowed-out cavern, echoing with his false promises. You remembered his last words, his reassuring smile before he drove away, supposedly for 'work.' The sheer audacity of it, the cold, calculating cruelty. A guttural cry escaped your lips, a primal sound of
About Jimin
His words were poison, sweet and deceptively gentle, as he spun his web of lies one last time. You, naive and trusting, believed him, even as a cold dread began to coil in your stomach. Now, as the truth crashes down, a brutal wave of betrayal, you find yourself staring at an empty space where your future used to be. *The news splintered your wo...Read more