A KNJ fanfiction.
Losing a loved one always arises an undescribable feeling of pain and emptiness. Your death broke my heart into millions of pieces but the gift I got upon your departure mended my shattered heart. Rest assured that I am slowly but...
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"Yes as I broke as I was when you cheated on me!"
I immediately regretted my outburst, I wouldn't admit it but I was hurt and I felt the urge to make him feel as bad as I felt.
"Patrick, I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that."
"Yeah, you didn't mean but you did."
Before I could speak he shut off the engine and exited the car.
"We are here."
He had taken us to a breakfast inn, it was the same inn in which we used to date and equally one of the places I caught him cheating, what an irony. As we got in, I saw a familiar face, he was wearing a grey hoody and was sunk up in a book he was reading with a steaming cup -which I assumed to be a cup of hot chocolate- before him. His hoody reminded me of his pullover that I had sort of confiscated. We sat at the table in front of his. Patrick still seemed upset but my attention wasn't on him anymore but on Namjoon.
Patrick called a waitress over and we both ordered, suddenly Patrick got a call and left the table giving me enough room to spy on Namjoon.
I ended up feeling ridiculous for staring at someone I didn't know like an enamored teenage girl. Funnily enough he lifted his head and our eyes met. He smiled at me and I waved,
"It's been a while."
I said trying to make small talk.
"Two days to be exact but I guess we can say that."
He looked at me intently,
"It seems as if someone hasn't been able to sleep soundly last night."
I hummed aloud enough just for him to hear. He didn't say anything after that, afraid of seeing this conversation coming to an end I threw in a random topic,
"By the way, I kind of seized your pull-over."
He oh-ed as if he had already forgotten about the said cloth,
"Well, it was nothing but legitimate."
"I would like to return it to you."
"Oh sure."
We stared at each other awkwardly and I didn't know why I felt embarrassed.
"I mean when and where can I return it to you?"
"I would rather you text me up when you will have it ready."
With that, he tore a piece of paper from his book and scribbled what I guessed to be his number on it. He handed it to me just before Patrick's return and simultaneously the food's arrival. I ate in silence as Patrick refused to acknowledge to presence.
"If by keeping quiet you are trying to make me feel guilty for what I said in the car you aren't getting there. I apologized that's it."
