Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Out Of Love

I don't know when it started but it hurt the first time and I ignored the feeling it gave me – like a fucking moron. That feeling was supposed to be a sign of the beginning of the end, I ignored the signs, again. Suddenly, I was packing my bags and hoping to leave before he got home because this shit has got to stop. Luck wasn't on my side, like usual, but I carried on packing my bags into my car. Michael just stood by and watched, not saying a fucking thing, he just watched me disappear and reappear from the house with more and more of my stuff, and les and less of me in his house. He really didn't think that I would leave, did he?

I rolled my eyes at his reaction and moved to the drivers side of my car and the movement seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in because he closed my car door just as I opened to get in. Looking up at him incredibly annoyed, I cross my arms over my chest before huffing and putting myself between him and the car. I was late for an appointment anyway so him trying to stop would've been romantic if I didn't have other plans.

"Michael, there's nothing you can do to stop me from leaving you. So just do yourself a favor and move because I'm late for work and today is super important but it's not like you care that I might just end up collaborating with BTS, do you? They're a big deal globally and I need this collaboration to work but it can't if I'm late to that meeting," I tell as I push him away long enough to open the door again and actually get in my car and close the door, locking them so he wouldn't be able to open them.

I opened the window enough to give him his keys and left without turning back, heading to the studio where BTS was waiting for me. Hopefully.

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Hey everyone. Here's a quick update because I've been slacking.  The car above is the one that the reader owns. Comment Butter if you want a part two

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