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Namjoon sighs, taking his keys out of his pocket.
Before he even put the key in the hole, the door suddenly swung open that made Namjoon move the keys away from the door. He immediately made eye contact with Yoongi that was the one who swung open the door.
"Oh. Yoongi."
Yoongi just stares at him. He lowered his eyes and shoves the taller out the way while he walked out of the house with his backpack on him, leaving. Namjoon puts his bag of food down and turns around, jogging over to the older to grab his wrist to stop him from leaving.
"Yoongi, where're you going?"
"Let go of my arm, Namjoon." Yoongi says.
"No. Why are you leaving?"
Yoongi turns to face him, knitting his brows. "I've been there for a week, Namjoon. A fricking week. I only showed up to your house to be with you only, no one else. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to tell the people I live with that I cut myself on my own inner thighs." He pulls his arm off the male's grip, walking away.
Namjoon curls his brows. "Yoongi!"
Yoongi kept walking. He told himself not to turn back. Namjoon hasn't been helping him with anything, just being around him and just hugging him..awkwardly. Yoongi just wanted Namjoon to pay attention to him. No one else. Medication or not. Just him.
"Yoonie!"
Yoongi immediately stopped. Namjoon felt like he shouldn't have said that, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. Yoongi turns to face the taller, his brows slowly going into a curl. Namjoon lowers his head and softly sighs, looking back up at him.
"I'm sorry, okay? I messed up."
"I don't believe your sorry." Yoongi grips his backpack strap.
"I know, I just..." Namjoon rubs the back of his neck nervously. "I should've been there for you but I was stupid and didn't listen. I should've stayed but..I can't let someone hanging alone all the time. Him and I haven't even hung out recently—I had to catch up."
Yoongi crossed his arms. "You get a boyfriend when I'm at your house? Sleeping on your bed?" He scoffs. "You didn't think that it didn't hurt my feelings?"
"You trusted me with knowing your cuts."
"I-It wasn't just my stupidness, Namjoon!" Yoongi raises his voice, walking towards him. "I wanted to be with you and only you! I didn't care about anything else, I only cared about you!"
"You broke up with me!" Namjoon yells, making the older male flinch. "From the way I understood it is that I apparently stabbed you in the back and was just too damn afraid to tell you. You shouldn't even be crawling back to begin with! You ended things from there!"
"Namjoon—"
"No. Leave if you want to, I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm not your daddy." Namjoon just turns around and walks away. "I've already grown apart from you. You're just making it worse for yourself." He spoke out while he walks away.
Yoongi twitches from his cuss words but ignores them, feeing tears in his eyes from his words. Namjoon hated saying that but he had to. It's how he slightly felt because of the situation. Yoongi didn't even bring up Jackson. He just made it worse on his own.
"Fuck you!"
Namjoon froze, his hand on the doorknob. He turns his head and stares at the older male. Yoongi stood there, having his fists balled up, seeming confident even though he still twitched from the cuss word he said. Namjoon let's go of the doorknob, fully facing the older to cross his arms.
"Really?" Namjoon raises a brow.
"R-Really."
Namjoon knits his brows, shoving his keys in his pockets as he slowly walks up to the older. Yoongi suddenly felt fear in himself. He didn't know if he should back up from the male's stance or ignore his eye contact, his burning through the skull eye contact.
"Do you really feel that way?" Namjoon tightens his fists.
