..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

14 || Chance Encounters

NAMJOON

Namjoon POV

I don't understand how the fates work. At first I had total faith in them picking my trifecta, but since Amèlie's passing, I'm not so sure anymore.

Sena hates me and I am not being dramatic. I tried to keep an open mind when she and I started dating years ago, but my trust is wavering.

I was always more mature than my age which is why I had little issue when Sena and I met at her twenty-seventh birthday party. She was a full seven years, seven weeks, and seven hours older than myself which I figured had to be lucky.

7-7-7.

So, here we are seven years later, and I stand pathetically by as she berates me for still not giving her a child. She throws around words like 'useless' and 'unattractive' on most days during most arguments, but today she added in the absolute, most hurtful sentence to ever fall from her lips..

"Your partner probably drove herself into the front of that bus because she was sick of looking at you!"

Rather than retaliate, I turn away from Sena wordlessly and make my exit. I walk for blocks with no destination as the sun sets before deciding to text Alana.

I hope she replies. She is still my succour and with the tears building behind my lids, I am in need of comforting right now.

After walking a few more blocks, Alana replies to my text with one word.

"Busy."

Not once in fifteen years has she ever been too busy for me. My finger hovers the call button and with a deep exhale I press the green button. The call connects after one ring, but it isn't her voice that I hear.

"Didn't you fucking get the text? Alana is busy!" The deep angry voice blasts through the phone.

"I, uh.." I sniff, drawing my brows together in confusion. "I need to spe-speak to Alana, please."

"And I said she is busy! Are you hard of hearing as well as blind?"

"Who is this?"

"None of your business, but you need to learn to keep your grimy mitts to yourself, bub. Alana told me how you tried to fuck her against her will. If I ever get ahold of your ass, you will wish you'd never been born!"

The line disconnects as I stop dead in my tracks to stare at the call ended screen. I've only seen Alana once since the day I pushed her too far. Our meeting seemed a little off, but she assured me everything was fine and we cuddled on her sofa without much conversation.

Stuffing my phone into my front pocket, I wipe the tip of my nose and start walking again. A bar comes into view and though I swore off alcohol years ago, I could use the distraction.

I'm not sure how far I have walked or even where I honestly am in the city, but I am fine with being lost for a while. I take a seat at the far end of the old wooden bar near a wall and wait for the bartender to take notice.

As I wait, I remove my phone from my pocket to check the time surprised to see I walked for nearly two hours. There really is no telling where I am.

"You look lost." The bartender states passing me a laminated menu.

I give her a slight chuckle as I skim over the house specials. "Maybe a little. I don't mind it though."

She leans forward on her elbows tilting her head to the side. Her chin length black hair reflects the backlights of the top shelf liquor presently at her left side and she smiles at me.