Genre(s): Romance, Tragedy, Character Death, Time Travel AU, Angst
Pairing: Jimin X Reader
Word Count: No
Chapters: 2/? ( Not counting the Prologue)
Summary: Y/N goes back in time to fix something but things don't turn out the way she planned...
A/N: omg it's so sad... T-T
" I don't want it!" I screamed, throwing the food down.
" Y/N!" Namjoon yelled, throwing his food down as well in anger. " Sit the fuck down and eat! Don't make me ask again!"
" I said I don't want it!" I began to sob, falling to my knees. I heard Namjoon sigh and walk over to where I sat on the floor.
" Y/N, please eat. Please. How long has it been since your last meal? I don't want Jimin to see you like this when we fix that machine, okay? So please eat. For Jimin." Namjoon held the food in front of my face, his voice laced with desperation.
I was being pathetic. Namjoon had done so much for me and I was still refusing his kindness. Besides, he had a point. Jimin would breakdown if he saw me like this, he wouldn't even recognize me. So I recollected myself and ate in silence with Namjoon.
Hold on a little while longer, Jimin. I promise I'll fix this.
It was dark. I didn't like the dark. I was curled up into a ball. It was so so quiet. Too quiet for my liking, anyway.
But then I heard it. It was as if the angels were calling to me from above. That voice, the voice that I had heard a million times but could never get tired of hearing a million more times.
I opened my eyes. I could finally see my Jimin after all of these years.
But it wasn't the Jimin I wanted to see. Because right when I had opened my eyes, I relived the most terrifying moment of my life.
" Jimin!" Then the familiar squealing of tires dragging across the street, the sound of glass shattering, all of my nightmares were slowly replaying right in front of me again. But that didn't stop me from running up to him again, holding him in my arms as his blood began to stain our clothes.
The familiar wet trail of tears sliding down my cheeks and falling onto his blood spattered face, the fluids mixing with each other as we sat there. The familiar chatter of nearby bystanders whispering and pointing at us, those sick people taking pictures of us like we were animals at the zoo instead of calling a damn ambulance.
But then everything stopped. I was in the dark again, it was quiet.
" Y/N." I spun around. It was Jimin. He was standing just fine as if he hadn't just been crushed by a truck. Perfectly fine. But he was covered in blood, glass was sticking out of various parts of his body but he showed no signs of pain.
" Jimin..." I couldn't believe it. My voice had become faint, Jimin was standing here in front of me after all these years. A wave of mixed feelings began to wash over me, it was too much. I couldn't believe it... Before I could control myself, I began running towards him, desperate to see if this was real, to touch him again, to feel him on me again.
" Why did you do it?" I stopped running, surprised at the harsh tone. Jimin never spoke that way to me before.
" Wha...? J-Jimin, wha-"
" Why did you do it?!" He suddenly shouted. I winced, beginning to feel the tears rising once again. For the first time ever, I was afraid of Jimin.
" J-Jimin, t-this isn't like you... I- I don't underst-"
" Shut up! It's all your fault! If you hadn't been such an unloyal slut, I would still be alive! I could have been alive and moved on to someone much better, someone way prettier than you. Why did you let me die?!"
" J-Jimin, s-stop. P-please..." I felt my legs begin to grow weaker, my heart shattering little by little at his words.
" You bitch! I could be with someone that loves me right now, but you just had to go and get me killed! You're such an idiot! I wish I never met you, you should have died instead of me!"
" Stop!" I screamed, sinking to my knees. I heard him walking closer until he stood right in front of me. He squatted down to be level with me, yanking my hands away from my face and grabbing me by my chin to force me to look at him.
His eyes, the beautiful chocolate ones that used to mesmerize me instantly, the ones that used to look at me with such love, these were not my Jimin's eyes. These eyes were cold and dark, filled completely with pure hatred.
" I never loved you, I hope you die alone." He let go of my chin harshly, his glare holding a deadly threat.
And then he walked away. Leaving me crying on the cold, hard ground. His words still echoed through my head. They got louder and louder, repeating in my head and driving me more and more insane with each word. I shut my eyes and rolled up into a ball, waiting for it all to end.
When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch. I sat up, looking around and realizing that I was still in the basement. I noticed Namjoon slumped on the other side of the couch, his jacket thrown over his body like a blanket. He looked exhausted, even while sleeping I could tell by the dark rings under his eyes and the way his body looked slumped over on the armrest.
I looked down to see a small blanket draped over my body; Namjoon must have put me on the couch last night after I fell asleep. I decided not to wake him and carefully got up to go shower. My body was hot and sticky, I had woken up in a puddle of my own sweat, my mind still swimming with mixed thoughts.
" You should have died instead of me!"
" I never loved you..."
" I wish I never met you..."
I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head as stepped into the shower. It was just a dream...
But I just couldn't forget it. I had had nightmares about that day for the past four years but I tried never to think about them. But this one, this one was burned into my memory and I believed it might stay there forever. That scared me.
I also began to doubt...Was this all even meant to be? Maybe my idea of going back was stupid...Maybe I'm not supposed to be with Jimin.
Maybe I needed to get over him. Maybe I was supposed to be with someone else. No, that couldn't be possible. I love Jimin and I always will, right? But I guess that didn't mean I had to throw away every other guy for Jimin, did I? I mean, I can't let Jimin keep me back forever, can I? He's...already gone, I...could still be happy with someone else, right?
Could it be...I'm not meant to be with Jimin after all?
Stepping out of the bathroom, I immediately noticed Namjoon no longer on the couch and nearly panicked for a minute before he popped up right in front of me, a worried look on his face.
" I thought you ran away, or worse, fixed the machine and left without telling me." He breathed a sigh of relief, running his hand through his hair.
" Sorry, I just woke up feeling a little...uncomfortable and went to go shower." I shifted uncomfortably in my stance, looking down at the floor to avoid his worried eyes.
" Well, while I was panicking, I tinkered a little with the machine because I thought I lost you in it, and...I think I fixed it."
My heart stopped. A wave of mixed feelings washed over me as I replayed my thoughts from earlier.
" N-Namjoon...I-I think..." I stopped, unsure of what to do.
" Y/N? Are you okay?"
" I'm just...not sure if I want to anymore."
" What? Y/N, are you sure? You've spent four years working on this, are you really not even going to try?"
" I-I don't know..." I nervously chewed on my lower lip as he looked at me with an unreadable expression. " Namjoon, I don't know if I was even supposed to do this in the first place. What if it's not even actually fixed? There were so many times where we thought we fixed the machine and it turned out to be wrong."
" I don't know what to say..." He sounded a little...disappointed? " But if you're really sure, we can just stop this now and leave it there."
" I-I'm not all the way sure about it yet, Namjoon. Just give me a little more time...I need to sort out my feelings." He looked like he was thinking about it for a while before nodding his head and grabbing his coat.
" If you need me, you know what to do. " He said, walking to the door. " But if I don't hear from you for more than three days, I'm coming to find you." He said, pausing at the door before shutting it gently behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.
I looked at the machine. It looked like it actually might work like any other normal machine but I knew better than to get my hopes up. And while my thoughts from earlier in the shower were still running fresh through my mind, a part of me really wished the machine would work.
What if it did work? How badly would this screw up time? How did I even think this could work?
Was I even ready to face Jimin after all of these years?
A/N: Okay, originally I was going to stop this chapter somewhere while she was in the shower but I was too caught up in feels and kept on writing. But it kind of works out in some way, I guess. I was actually tearing up back there, it was so emotional, I didn't even know I had it in me to make myself cry at my own writing. Anyway, I'll be working on the next chapter soon but for now, I think I'm going to just go cry in a corner for a while.
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