The Missing Piece

12. Distance

Namjoon's POV

A month it has been since I last saw her, those pretty eyes that smile before her, that pretty smile that lightens up my entire world, that petite body which can gracefully take down a guy double her weight.

A month it has been since I last saw her

But today, I will see her annoying face again which if I may say I had missed. Our leave is over and we will be going back to where we belong... In the battlefield.

I was standing at the station when I saw her walk towards me, that annoying face wasn't so lively anymore, her face was void of any emotions when she stood beside me.

"Hi" I said "hi" she replied back in a monotone voice. I was bewildered y/n and monotones are never in the same sentence. What happened to her?

"Who are you? What did you do to my y/n?" I grabbed her collar and asked while she stared at me with blank eyes and then pushed me off saying "Fuck off"

Offended I stood back at my place dusting my uniform and looking everywhere except her face. It made me feel uneasy.

So taking it upon myself to lighten up the mood I tried cracking a joke

But nothing worked her stoic expressions remained undisturbed and that feeling of not seeing her smile and laugh broke my heart.

Where is my y/n??

I want to see her so that I can kill and break her neck

I am scared of her this girl is so frightening, I wanna go home

The train arrived after awhile of standing in silence, I grabbed both of our bags and headed towards the train when she yanked her bag from my hand and said "I can do it myself"

I looked up at her and snatched it back "well so can I". She clasped the handle and tugged it towards herself while I did the same

"What the fuck is wrong with you, when we came you were the one who made me hold it but now you are saying you want to hold it yourself. Just let me do it" I said while struggling to get the bag to me. "I was injured at the time now I am not so kindly fuck off" she pulled harder

*RRRIIIIPPPPP*

The handle of the bag ripped, the bag in my hand and the handle in hers. She looked at the handle and then at me, anger in her eyes as if she is going to eat me raw but then it faltered into a new emotion sensing that something is going on in her mind. I ran. I ran for my life with her bag and into the train.

I was looking out the window when she came and sat on my opposite seat. I didn't hear a single word from her nor any complaints or taunts. She was unusually...silent. I kept looking outside at the couples kissing goodbyes and the children jumping and laughing. The sun has yet to rise but the morning was beautiful. The train started and we were on our way back to where we came from.

The place I call home

The train ride this time was filled with silence and I dozed of a little bit. When I woke up I saw her looking down at her hands, tears falling into them. I thought maybe she was missing her family or something so I tried to ignore it but I heard her mumble something like "I am sorry...i am so so sorry"

I knew she was the kind of person who would never accept her mistakes on the other hand apologize. She kept on repeating the same words so being the curious bitch I am I looked closely at her and saw that she was....asleep?

She was dreaming, thank God the seat beside her was empty. I sat down beside her holding her hand in mine and letting her head rest on my shoulder constantly assuring her with words like