"Y/N, a relationship is built on trust. What makes you think they're cheating?"
"I don't know... they've been... distant. They're short with me, and when I call or text them, they ignore it the first time. Plus... I just... feel it somewhere in me." You take a sip of your coffee and cringe at the bitter liquid. You grab a packet of sugar out of a little container on the table.
"Honey, why would they throw away 3 years all of a sudden?" Catherine says, sipping on her hot chocolate.
"Because they- I don't know... something just feels off. It's my gut telling me something. Every few days I get this ringing in my ears and feel sick all of a sudden, but I was perfectly fine moments before," you tell your best friend, scowling at the hand that's left on the table.
"I don't know, I think you're being paranoid," Catherine shrugs, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I'm pregnant," you joke, giggling to yourself.
"Yeah, no. Not possible," Catherine gets defensive all of a sudden, like you said something to offend her.
"I was just kid- nevermind. Thanks for coming , today, though. I was going to-"
"Oh my gosh, girl, let me tell you about this guy I was fucking around with..."
As she rambles on, you sink in your seat.
I guess...
—
"Where are you going," you ask Seokjin, who is putting on his shoes and shirt.
"Namjoon text me. He needs me at the studio."
"Why? It's three in the morning..."
After only an hour of being with Seokjin at the dorm and three orgasms later, he got a phone call, which he picked up on the first ring.
"You're just going to leave? Without saying goodbye, even?"
He breathes in deeply, blowing out as he runs a hand through his hair.
You sit up in his king size bed, only a sheet covering your naked body.
"I gotta go, baby, he said it's an emergency. I'll be back in two hours at most."
"O-Okay," you answer, your stomach churning. There's that feeling again. "I love you."
"Yeah. Love you, too."
With that, he grabs a lavender hoodie out of his closet and leaves.
"So much for tonight being about us..."
After a few minutes, you pull up Netflix and scroll through your favorites. You select Twilight for the sheer fact that you know you're okay with falling asleep to it.
About thirty minutes in, you're softly snoring through it, sleep overcoming you.
But somethings off.
—
Where am I?
"Namjoon, get your sexy ass over here."
You feel a rumble come from your chest, but... you're not... you.
Is that Catherine?
"I'm hurrying, don't worry, baby," you feel yourself say, only, it's not you.
It's Namjoon.
