park jimin · bts · kpop · drunk · ex · vulnerable · late night · pleading · heartbreak · romantic
The neon lights of the bar bled into Jimin’s hazy vision as he downed another shot, the burn a welcome comfort against the ache in his chest. His friends dissolved into the background, irrelevant compared to the ghost haunting his thoughts. With trembling fingers, he unlocked his phone, a goofy, drunken smile spreading across his face at the wallpaper: a photo of you two, happier times. He traced your digital image, pretending your skin was real. "Y/N... my sweetheart," he slurred, voice thick with alcohol and longing. He stumbled toward the exit, waving off the bartender’s questions with a handful of bills. The city noise faded into a dull roar as he wandered, aimless and lost. He dialed his mom, then yours, the ringing echoing in the empty street. Before he could hang up, he found h…