Arduos - K.N.J X Y/N 🔞

1. Goodbye Now.

Welcome to another story by me, ya girl, Jungkakes. 

Character information: Y/N (she/her) is an artist dealing with issues of mental health. She's learning to heal and love herself but life sucks. Namjoon is a member of BTS and art curator who crosses paths with Y/N in an interesting way. 

I am anticipating this story will be just a few chapters long and I hope you enjoy reading! As always, thank you for supporting me and my work !! <3 and also shoutout to the special person that i wrote this for :) <3

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tw: this chapter contains: indication of an accidental overdose, mentions of depression and anxiety. 

[ ' 이제 그만 안녕이야
후회도 미련도 난 더는 없어 ' ]

[ .... ]

 [ ' 3 months prior ' ]

"You can't keep doing this to yourself."

"Doing what?"

Your assistant sucked at her vape, her eyes studying you close while she took a hesitant step into your work room, "Self-destructing."

You thought about launching the paintbrush in your hand at her head but changed your mind. Resorting to rolling your eyes at her instead while you stroked the brush over the canvas, "I don't know what you're talking about." You muttered with the cigarette in your mouth, exhaling smoke at the same time you inhaled it, ignoring her completely now as you continued to paint,

"When was the last time you ate an actual meal and not cigarettes or pills?" She questioned you, "When was the last time you washed your hair?" She sighed, looking around at the messy workspace, "When was the last time you went home and fed your cat? " She eyed the makeshift bed in the corner of the room made up with pillows from your office and a thin blanket you kept around for when you got cold, "Are you even taking your meds?"

You shifted on your feet at her questions, feeling the jitters run through your body at the mention of missing your medication, "Boundaries." You mumbled, "You know what those are?" You shot her a look and then followed her gaze to the pile of cushions she was staring at, "I already have an overbearing mother. I don't need another one." You took the cigarette out of your mouth and set it onto the ashtray you had perched on top of a working table, "You're my assistant. Not my caretaker." You huffed smoke of your mouth and pointed the paintbrush in your hand at her, "I missed a few days, but I'll start taking them again tomorrow." You grumbled the last part, and your assistant shook her head in dismay.

"Boss... Maybe we should talk. You know, about everything that happened." She began to speak and then paused, "You know... about your break up." Her voice dropped and she gave you a solemn look, hands folding together in front of herself, "I know what you're going through but this... behavior isn't like you."

She's a good assistant.

Don't fire her for caring about you.

You started to heave a sigh, waving her off while you shook your head, "I'm fine. I really am." You picked up the cigarette but before you could put it back into your mouth, your assistant snatched it out from within your fingers and stuck it butt down into the ashtray to out it, "Hey- I was smoking that."