Kpop Angst One Shots

The Business Man - Kim Namjoon

My shoulders tensed as I heard the front door unlock and swing open. I had hoped to be gone before he got home, but he was far earlier than expected and I hadn't even finished packing. My hands began to shake as I hurriedly grab the last of my clothes, the sound of footsteps approached as I messily shoved them in my suitcase.

"Y/N, are you in here?" His voice called out from the hallway, my only response was the latch of my suitcase.

"Are you already in bed?" Namjoon asked as he rounded the corner into the room. I turned to face him, our eyes met until he spotted the suitcase behind me.

"What are you doing?" Though it may have been a question his voice remained as flat as it always did. The business man devoid of emotion, Kim Namjoon. I finally understood why he was considered so intimidating as he looked in the doorway staring me down, not an ounce of feeling on his face.

"I'm leaving." My voice was quiet but luckily remained even and hid the panic that had bloomed inside me at his arrival.

He raised an eyebrow and his forehead creased, "What brought this on?"

"Would you even listen if I told you?" It was a snide reply but it was true. Even in everyday life he was too busy paying attention to work 24/7 to even give me a second thought. He was a brick wall.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, his one tell that he was getting annoyed. Annoyed, of all things, in this situation. "Of course I'll listen."

"That would be shocking because you never have before. Whether it's responding to emails or taking phone calls I'm lucky if you even remember to say you love me back." I crossed my arms in an attempt to hide my shaky hands.

"Work is busy lately, there is a lot going on at the company."

"I know, I know. Your work is important, and you do an amazing job, you should be proud, but you've been married to your job the entire time we've been together and for the last two years I've been nothing but the second woman to you." I scoffed, the panic burning into resentment as I thought of all the times our moments together got snuffed by that work cellphone he had glued to his hand.

"I moved in here hoping it would give us more time together, hell, it started out as your idea! Then the overnight office stays began and I wouldn't see you for days. I think I forgot what your face looked like once, the only reason I knew you were still alive is because you sent your secretary to pick up extra clothes."

"Y/N, I have a company to run."

"And you have me! What about me?! Someone you're supposed to love but you abandon so easily at the slightest hint of work calling!" I hadn't meant to raise my voice but I'm so sick of hearing about that damn company.

Tense silence enveloped us as we each pondered the next move. Namjoon cold and calculating, and me, desperately grasping for a flimsy life line that may still exist in this relationship. Of course, I was the only one to speak.

"Do you know how lonely it is to have the one you love never look at you? To never have them by your side? I live in a penthouse alone and sleep in a king size bed by myself. It's like I don't even have a boyfriend."

I grabbed my suitcase, rolling it to rest in front of me. His silence proving to me this wasn't something he found worthwhile to fight for and my nerves settled as I decided what path I would follow.

"I love you so much, Namjoon, but it's clear to me that I will never be a priority to you. I deserve to be treated right, to be loved fully and unconditionally, and if you can't do even the bare minimum to meet those expectations... then I won't stay here."

I moved to stand in front of him, staring into those cold eyes, part of me searching for some speck of hope within them. "So what will it be? Will you give me a reason to stay?" That deadly silence surrounded us, and finally the last nail in this coffin was struck.

"Where will you go?"

I laughed a little, a cold and broken chuckle at his words. The last few years flashed through my mind and I took a deep breathe before I smiled up at him.

"Goodbye, Namjoon"

He made no move to stop me as I walked past him. He didn't suddenly follow me into the hallway with a sudden change of heart and ask me to stay. And as I entered the elevator I watched the front door. Deep down hoping it would open and he would stop this ending at the very last second. As the doors shut and I stood on my own, I reminded myself not to hold my breath.