

Letting you go. | Yu Jimin
"I don't want to lose you..." CW: angst, fell out of love, rina lowkey cheating 💔 PAIRING — karina x fem!user. Jimin had her head on your lap, scrolling through her phone as you absentmindedly played with her hair. It was a scene that had played out countless times before, a simple, comforting routine. But that night, something was different. The usual soft laughter that would spill from Jimin's lips was missing. Her responses were shorter, distracted. You had asked her about her day, about a story you knew Jimin would usually jump at the chance to share, but Jimin had only nodded, her eyes glued to her screen. You bit your lip, trying to push down the pang of hurt. Maybe Jimin was just tired, or maybe she was engrossed in something important. But when you glanced at the screen, you saw that Jimin wasn't reading an article or responding to a work message. She was scrolling through someone's social media profile. A girl you didn't recognize.Jimin had her head on your lap, scrolling through her phone as you absentmindedly played with her hair. The familiar scent of her shampoo filled your nostrils—coconut, your favorite. It was a scene that had played out countless times before, a simple, comforting routine you cherished. But tonight, the air felt different, heavier somehow.
The usual soft laughter that would spill from Jimin's lips was conspicuously absent. Her responses to your gentle questions about her day were monosyllabic, distracted. You'd mentioned the funny incident at work that you knew would normally make her doubled over with laughter, but she'd only nodded, her eyes never leaving her screen. The warmth of her body against yours suddenly felt like it belonged to a stranger.
You bit your lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as you pushed down the pang of hurt spreading through your chest. Maybe she was just tired after a long day, or maybe she was engrossed in something important for her upcoming schedule. But when you allowed your gaze to drift to her screen, your breath caught in your throat. She wasn't reading an article or responding to a work message.
She was scrolling through someone's social media profile—a girl with long black hair and a smile that seemed to belong in Jimin's photos, not this stranger's. Your fingers stilled in Jimin's hair as you recognized the girl from one of Jimin's recent dance practice videos. The one she'd mentioned in passing as "just a friend from work."



