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YN'S POV
The clack of my crutches echoed against the marble as I wandered toward the dining room. Max had pressed them into my hands after he had caught me limping around on my broken leg again.
I wasn't looking for anyone, just air, something steady to hold onto. Ava is not talking to me. That girl still has eight days to turn two but she has learn to give silent treatment.
Ofcourse she is adapting it from that certain someone who has been doing the same. It was not like she didn't babble. It's just her response was little slow.
Everytime there was something that had happened between me and him, she was getting affected and that shook me with realisation. I needed to solve this problem as well and I know what I have to do but before that I have to get out of this situation.
I was walking around, secretly hoping to see him so I could either talk to him or fight with him, then I heard it.
"What? Taehyung going back to Vegas? Permanently?" Namjoon's voice cracked through the hallway, sharp and disbelieving which made me froze on my spot.
What?
My grip on the crutch tightened. Permanently?
"Yeah," Jin answered, his voice was tight and strained as he let out each word. "He told me to book the tickets. He's planning to open a new modeling agency and clothing brand there."
Each word hit harder than the last, but it was the one I had already heard-permanently-that rooted me to the spot. I blinked rapidly, my heart hammering as my gaze darted to Mrs. Kim when she sobbed.
"My child," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I can't even stop him. When I could, I didn't. And now I don't think he'll listen to me."
I startled when Namjoon's fist slammed into the table, the sound sharp enough to cut the air.
"That asshole could think more wisely instead of running away from this situation," he growled, his jaw tighten.
And then Jin murmured something, low but clear enough for me to catch. "I don't think he'll stay in a place watching yn hating on hi-"
"I don't hate him." The words left me before I could even realized I had spoken. The three of them jerked toward me, their faces paling as I limped into the room.
My chest tighten at the thought that he took such decisions without even talking to me. "I just hated what he did," I said, my voice quieter now, "and how he did it." I limp towards them as they widen their eyes not expecting me to be there.
