♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Yeonjun's POV | 47

*Yeonjun's POV*

It's been HOURS.

Within those long-ass hours, I've contemplated all my life decisions, and have freaked out multiple times about whether or not I forgot something in France.

First thing I do when I get home will be taking a shower. I. Feel. Gross. Good thing I only wore that jacket for like 10 minutes on the plane before deciding to fold it over my lap... Beomgyu's jacket...

I showered before I left, but then I was in the car for like an hour, then I waited at the aeroport, and on top of that, this flight is 16 hours. Oh! AND, I'm in the car for even longer on my way back home. That's like... almost a full day's worth of not showering. Eugh.

Then, after that, I must look for Beomgyu... I still can't process all of this shit.

***

Oh my god, I can see the airport from here. What the fuck, I could literally cry in this moment.

I had already called an Uber in advance to come pick me up, since I had nobody... nobody to greet me when I came home. I just wanted a warm "welcome back Junnie," but I guess I'm not getting that today. It's not too cold outside, but I feel like I'm freezing, all cause I don't have him here with me.

I don't know who's crazier. Me or him.

Is it me? I went to France, killed a guy... my own cousin at that, and expected my boyfriend to just be okay with that?

Or is it him? I explained the situation, but he still took me for a murderer regardless.

Soon, once the plane landed, the passengers exited the plane one by one and made their way back into the aeroport, where they had families and significant others waiting for them near the entrance doors. There were so many smiles, and so much laughter, and people everywhere showing their loved ones affection. Wow.

Ah fuck.

And here I am, tired as shit, running on just a few hours of sleep, and a single meal, since all I can think of is Beomgyu. How the fuck am I supposed to eat and sleep enough? Once I entered, I quickly made my way to the main entrance/exit of the building, and checked to see if my Uber was waiting for me outside.

He was. I walked toward his car and he rolled down his window.

"Mr. Choi? Yeonjun?" He questioned. "A Choi? Who would've thought you'd be taking an Uber?"

"Eh, I'm not super into living an extremely lavish lifestyle." I responded. "Everything is better when it's this way. Simple." I continued as I got into the back of his car. "Thanks by the way."

"Anytime man."

As we drove, the only thing I could think of was Gyu's whereabouts, even while I was making conversation and laughing with the driver.

Did I really mess up that badly? I can't believe all of this. He's the only person I had. The only person I've ever loved like this. I've never truly loved someone until I met him. The conversations we had, the way we cared for each other, the sex, the jokes... everything was just perfect. There's still a chance though.

Again, once I get back to my apartment, I'll take a hot shower, and I'll be off to... god, I don't even know where. Probably his mom's house. Seems weird, I know, but where else would he go?

"You look tired, take a power nap." The driver said to me. "We have 30 minutes left."

"I might as well. What's our ETA?" I asked.

(Stan NewJeans)

"05:10, 05:15... somewhere around that time. I'll wake you up when you get there if you're not up already."