Random Best Friend Texts Pt.2

Random Best Friend Texts pt.2 🖤

Pairing- tae x reader

Warnings-swearing

I am literally going feral right now because of Yoongi wtf

Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me

casting a spell on all armys to be hotter smarter richer and happier in 2025 when bangtan come back to us

Mackie’s Masterlist 🖤

•Kim Namjoon

Drabbles

Imagine

•Kim Seokjin

Texts

•Min Yoongi

Texts

Drabbles

Imagines

•Jung Hoseok

Drabbles

Texts

•Park Jimin

Drabbles

•Kim Taehyung

Texts

•Jeon Jungkook

Texts

Imagines

•OT7

Fics

Moth-Jimin x reader

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 448

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You were drawn to him—like a moth to a flame, but there was something cold about him. He was not a cold person, no not at all, but the way his presence was devoid from your bed every morning left you feeling empty and cold.

He sent you a message in the late night hours asking if you’d be willing to talk. You couldn’t stop the pounding in your chest as he picked up the phone after the first ring. If he needed to talk to you this late, then it must’ve been important, and he must’ve been thinking about it for a while.

“Hi, Jimin. What’s wrong?” You asked him, nervously biting your nails and trying to calm your nerves.

It’s just a talk right? He probably just misses you right?

There was a silence on the other end—the only sound coming through was the slow, yet shakiness in his breath.

“We need to end this, Y/N.” His tired voice spoke.

He hasn’t been sleeping lately…you thought, he’s been crying.

“Jimin, what are you talking about? What do you mean we need to end this?” Your worst fears were coming true.

You’d known from the beginning that a relationship with the man you’ve loved so devoutly for the past three years was out of the question, but when he began showing the slightest bit of interest you couldn’t help the hopeful feelings that arose.

How foolish of you.

“Y/N, baby…I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep tugging you along by a string while you wait patiently for me to love you. I can’t love you, Y/N.” His words burned like a knife in the back.

“I don’t understand, Jimin.” Your eyes began to sting with the abrupt realization that it was all a lie. Every single ounce of it was a lie.

“I tried, Y/N. I really did. I just hope that you don’t hate me for not being able to give you what you wanted.” He began to cry.

Hate him? The embarrassment and heartbreak you felt was enough to drive you six feet under, but you could never hate him, even if you tried…and lord knows that you’ve tried. Just as much as he tried to love you in the way that you’d dreamed he would.

Your head found solace in your hands as you began to let the heartache run freely through your veins. Completely forgetting that the man who was the source of your pain was still on the phone, sorrowfully listening to your misery.

This is how it was always going to be, but you couldn’t stop the regret from forming. You began to think, what is a moth without a flame?

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