A Wistful Summer's Night

Chapter 24: Quit

Taehyung POV

I lean my head against the car window. Man, I'm tired.

I scroll through my phone aimlessly and open my messages. I click Layla's name. After letting her stay at my apartment she left me a note to say thanks with her phone number.

I hesitated for a while about texting her but when I realised she had left her clothes at mine I knew I would have to break the silence.

I told her I would get my manager to drop her clothes off. I didn't want to see her yet, not while I'm trying to get over her. It will hurt too much.

She sent me her address days ago but I still have the clothes...

A part of me feels like once I send them then that's it. I won't have another chance to see or speak to her again.

I sigh.

"Tomorrow you have two interviews including a radio broadcast that will have some questions about your cameo and then a dinner with some of the investors at the company. Taehyung are you listening?" Namjoon says.

"Hm? No, I wasn't sorry."

Namjoon sighs "That's okay, I know you're schedule has been pretty jam-packed recently. You can sleep if you want. I'll find a radio station for you to listen to."

He switches between the stations.

'Bzz it's sunny'

'Bzz buy now'

'Bzz Park Jimin'

'Bzz music by'

"Wait go back."

"Huh?"

"Go back a station!"

'It's been confirmed that Esther Lee who won best soap actress last year is dating up-and-coming actor Park Jimin who has been on everyone's minds in the last few weeks as photos of him with an unidentified female surfaced on social media. The two were seen leaving a restaurant late last night and kissing one another.'

I suddenly sit up straight in my seat.

What does this mean? Was their make-up at my apartment only temporary? Have they broken up?

Does...does this mean I might have a chance?

I need to see Layla.

"Hey Namjoon, change of plans." I lean forward in my seat.

"What?"

...

I'm here.

I'm standing outside Layla's apartment complex but will she even let me in? I push my hand through my hair. What am I even doing? She's hurting, she won't want to see me.

I hear the lobby door open and see a man leaving the building. He swings the door wide open and walks away. I watch the door slowly close, this is my window of opportunity to either go inside and confess or walk away and move on.

I catch the door and slip inside.

I run up the stairs, fear and excitement jolting through my veins.

Apartment 12. Apartment 12. Apartment 12.

This is it, this is her apartment. I can feel my heart racing in my chest. I swallow, raise my hand and knock tentatively on the door.

No response.

Is she not home?

I knock a bit harder and the door slowly pushes open. It's unlocked? Through the small opening, the apartment looks dark. The curtains have been clumsily pulled closed with large holes of sunlight still trying to poke through. On the floor is a grocery bag with various things spilling out onto the floor like it had been dropped in a rush.