~Three Weeks Later~

Jimin is different.

You watch as he laughs with his friends, drinking up a storm while pretending you don't exist. For someone who was so determined to make your relationship work, it seems to not be working right now. He was the one asking for more time with you... now that you actually have a day off, what does he do? He brings you to a party.

Looks like he found a loophole. He texts his location and time he thinks he'll be home every time he goes out... and he goes out often. He's going to parties twice a week, and you don't understand why. Why are there even so many parties? The basketball team is going crazy. Well, not all of it is from basketball (Jimin being the captain of the team is probably the most popular kid on campus) but still.

With a huff you place your red cup down. That's enough. It's been two hours since you got here and he's barely paid you any attention. None of the boys are here and Chaeyoung is hanging out with her three friends. Jimin's the only one here you're friends with and he knows that. Why is he ignoring you?

You pout, needing attention. Is this how he felt whenever you were gone? If so you feel bad... but even he said it wasn't your fault. Now this is definitely his fault. Maybe he's having a really good time with his friends. Yeah, that has to be it, right? He wouldn't ignore you on purpose.

Jimin laughs at something his friend said, sipping on his beverage. You come over and tug his shirt's sleeve, your boyfriend excusing himself before turning to you. "Yeah babe?" he questions, taking another drink. "Just uh... we've been here a while. It's almost ten, any clue when we can go home and cuddle?" "So cute baby," he purrs, "we'll go home soon if that's what you want. I got myself into a pool competition with the champion because fuck it why not. After that we can go, okay?" You softly smile, "sure. Are you doing that now?" "Uhh good question."

He turns back to his friend, "where's the champion?" "Let me ask her," his friend replies, pulling out his phone. A her... great. A girl is playing pool with your boyfriend. No... no you're not jealous. If you can handle Jimin hugging Chaeyoung a lot you can handle one pool game. It's fine, just two almost drunk college kids playing a game known for being sexy to couples. No big deal. Don't get jealous. It's only a game.

"Two minutes. Let's start heading over," his friend says. Jimin hums, turning back to you, "ready to watch me fail miserably?" "I live with you babe, pretty sure I see that every day." His friend laughs, "you got a good one Park." "Thanks Minho," Jimin replies, pecking your lips. "Let's go babe."

The three of you go to the basement of Minho's insanely huge house. So that's who Jimin was talking to. Minho. You've never met him, or at least if you have you don't remember. Guess he's the rich one seeing as his house is gigantic. Bigger than Jimin's ass at this point.

The basement has a lot going on, a bar in the back, a foosball table, ping pong, and two pool tables. There's a single girl standing by one, holding her pool cue close to her body. The other table is occupied... or more specifically, two people are making out on it. Ugh. What a sight.

You scrunch up your face in disgust. If you had your goal book you'd write down 'never go to parties again', but since you don't have it looks like you have to suffer for now. Honestly who even does this kind of stuff? Parties never bothered you, but now since you have no friends here it is. You're no introvert, you'd gladly start a conversation with someone, but with no friends you lose a bit of that confidence. Normally you'd at least have Jimin by your side, but now? He's changing. He probably doesn't notice it, but he is.

"Lydia," Minho greets, "this is Jimin." "I know him. Basketball captain. Must say captain, your biceps make basketball games a lot more bearable to watch," she replies in a smooth tone. Jimin smiles and offers his hand to her, "glad to be of service. Nice to formally meet the girl who's paying her tuition by kicking people's asses at pool." "Speaking of... want to bet?" "Oh no, I'm not that stupid. I may look stupid but I'm not." "Depends on the day," you pipe up. Lydia chuckles, "girlfriend I presume?" "My bestest friend in the whole world," Jimin says, "Y/N L/N." You can't tell if he's hyping you up or trying to make you look like just a friend. Either way the tone he said that in makes you angry, but you don't show it.

"Nice to meet you," you say with a tight smile. "Likewise... now, let's play. I'll break," Lydia offers. A whole ass crowd forms around the table only three minutes into their game. What started off as an innocent game takes a wild turn. People place big bets on either side, winner gets to take all the cash. You're secretly hoping for Jimin to win, the game must be up to over a hundred dollars on it now. That would really, really help with rent.

Three minutes later it's down to the wire, Jimin leaning over the table to line up his shot. "Damn... nice ass captain," Lydia praises, giving him a smirk he returns. "I'm sure it's not as good as yours." Okay. What the fuck? Your left eye twitches, Minho looking at you in surprise but you shake him off. "You can see it up close and personal if you'd like," she mewls. Jimin laughs, deciding not to reply. This bitch... is he insane? Over a year into your relationship... please don't fall back into your playboy roots Jimin. Please for the love of God don't break someone's heart. AKA yours.

"If I win I'll get you dinner, on me," Lydia says. "And if I win, you pay me fifty bucks." "Fifty bucks? Really?" Jimin chuckles, "I could use some new shoes." New shoes? Not to help with the house? Jimin hits his shot and it lands, the crowd clapping for his good performance. Jimin bites his lower lip as he stares at her, "your move." "With flirting or the game?" "Whichever one you'd prefer."

Okay that's it.

You turn on your heel and storm out of the basement, most of the crowd - including Jimin - noticing, but it's Minho who follows. "Wait... Y/N wait, please," Minho calls as you walk completely out of the house. "Can you give him a ride home please?" you ask, taking your keys out and unlocking the car.

"I will but Y/N, he doesn't mean any of it. He's borderline drunk." "Borderline, Minho. Borderline," you reply, whipping around with your hand on the car door. "Not fully." "I'll keep my eye on him. I won't let him do anything stupi-" "No, let him go. Watch him but don't touch him. Let me know just how fucking stupid he is," you interject, sniffling. Why would he do that? Is he trying to get a rise out of you? No, you're more mature than that. You're not going to cause a scene in front of a whole party. This is a private matter, one you'll handle tomorrow morning.

Minho sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I know we don't know each other but... for what it's worth, I'm sorry." You give him your tear-filled eyes, "thank you... I mean that." He gives you a firm nod, "try to rest, okay?" You give him the best smile you can muster, "I'll certainly try..."

~The Next Morning~

You silently stand in the kitchen as he yawns, walking downstairs. As soon as he sees you, he goes still. "Hey babe," he greets, "what's with the whole cryptic waiting thing?" You stay quiet, glaring at him. "What? Did I do something wrong?" Great he doesn't even know.

"Do you remember last night?" "You mean when Lydia kicked my ass and I lost a chance at scoring a lot of money? Yeah. I remember that alright." "I mean what you said during the game," you sharply say. He furrows his brows, "what did I say?" "Jimin you flirted with her right in front of me." "What? That was just taunting, like competition talk, you know?" "She was admiring your ass and you said it wasn't as good as hers. Are you seriously pulling the 'it was competition talk' card?"

"I don't want to fight about this. It was just taunting, it didn't mean anything." "Right in front of me though?" you ask in a whimper, "right in front of me after ignoring me for the whole night?" He sighs, "listen, I didn't mean anything I said. You know I love you and only you." You look down, tears in your eyes. "I don't need to explain myself. It was a one time competition that meant nothing. You're overreacting."

You stay quiet as he stares at you. He has to get to class in twenty minutes. Great, twenty minutes of this. There's a minute of silence before he steps forward and places his hands on the counter. "Look at me babe." You refuse to. "Baby please look at me." "Just... leave me alone Jimin," you mumble before walking right past him. He grabs your elbow, pulling you back to him.

"Please," you mutter, "leave me alone. Please. I need to think." "Listen, it didn't mean anything. I'm sorry it hurt you but I was only going with the flow. I had a bit in my system and decided to have a fun competition. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." You back up, taking your elbow out of his grasp. "Okay... now please let me think." He scoffs but doesn't reply as you walk away, holding back your cries.

You take a moment, about to go up the stairs, then you stop to turn to face him. "You've changed. You know that, right?" He opens his mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. So that's a yes. He knows about it. Why isn't he doing anything to stop it then? Maybe... is something wrong?

With a newfound sympathy, you come back over to him. "Hey... what's going on Chim? You can talk to me, you know that right?" "There's nothing wrong. I'm fine." Sure. That's a big fat lie. Even if you weren't dating him you can tell a lie that obvious when you see one.

"Min... please, talk to me. We handle problems together not apart. I'm here... let me help you." "You handle all your problems on your own. Tae does, Jin does, Namjoon does... let me handle mine like a big boy," he replies with a blank expression. You cautiously step closer, "babe... it's okay to ask for help. You aren't alone. Please don't ever feel like that-" "Just go," he sharply interrupts, "go think like you begged me to let you do. Just go."

You stand still, surprise evident in your expression. "Are you seriously doing this right now? I know you're stressed but please don't push me away-" "Go Y/N! Go!" he cuts you off once again, making you take a shaky step back. "What happened to my boyfriend?" you whisper-ask. He stays there, emotionless. "What happened to you Jimin?" You're not expecting an answer, but it was worth a shot. Without another word you turn around, one question on your mind. What the fuck is going on with Park Jimin?