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leaving•namjin/yoonjin

I loved the way your fingers ran through my hair. My eyelids fell for the trick every time. The chaste kiss you planted on my temple before any of the others could see. Why is it that these sweet memories are buried deep in your heart? They shouldn't be. We shouldn't be. I just want to love you again.

"I'm going to the studio." Namjoon muttered as he slipped on a leather jacket despite the heat outside. He sighed, a sign he was frustrated, and slipped on his black shades.

"But we haven't talked yet. Just talk to me!" I yelled, clearly having enough of his attitude. It's been weeks since we've started arguing. It's the same thing every time. It always ends with me crying and him walking out the door to wonder around.

"Well this talk, is now over, goodbye Seokjin." Namjoon spit the last words like he had eaten something disgusting and wanted to rid of it. With no look back he slammed the door behind him and walked out.

"Namjoon!" I cried as I dropped down onto my knees, head in my hands. I began shaking on the wooden floor, the cold radiating into my body. I must've been crying really loudly for an irritated Yoongi to stomp down the stairs and stand upon me, tapping his slipper covered foot at a rhythmic pace.

"Why is your face...like that?" Yoongi used his fingers to describe my face making a scared face afterwards. I would've gotten angry and smacked his Fun Dip head ass across the room but I wouldn't, I mean I couldn't. My strength to talk or move was disabled. I just continued to sob, letting the tears fall into my ripped jeans.

"I bet this is about Namjoon. Don't worry you guys will be back to normal in no time. He just needs some...time." Yoongi sounded uncertain of himself as he tried to comfort me. I was even uncertain if we were ever to make up. Would we be the same? I really doubt it. He patted my shoulder and sat down beside me on the freezing floor.

His arms found their way around my frail body. I kept wishing it was Namjoon but every time I opened my eyes to see pale skin and the slightly pinkish hair, I knew it wasn't true. Was he really gone forever?

"Even if he is, I won't let him hurt you, you're too precious for that." Yoongi's raspy voice sounded so sincere. I felt hands rubbing through my blonde locks. It was soft and gentle. Just like it used to be. Everything was soft and gentle. Just like the lips wrapping around mine. Wait what?!

I roughly pushed Yoongi away and wiped my lips like a disease was on them. "What were y-you doing?" I shivered and my finger shook mindlessly as I pointed it at Yoongi. His face was bright pink, eyes as wide as they could get. "I'm not dumb enough to cheat on my own boyfriend." I stood up abruptly and ran to my room, roughly closing the door behind me.

Was he even my boyfriend anymore? This question swam around in my mind and made my head swim. I laid down into my bed wrapping myself like a burrito in the blankets. My tears continued to run away from my eyes. This wasn't what I signed up for. Being an idol and being in love with one was too much. I knew what I had to do.

I unlocked my phone that I had quickly grabbed from my nightstand and scrolled through my contacts. I clicked on one as my finger trembled with anxiety. I couldn't believe that I was doing this.

"Hey mom, I'm coming home."
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I grabbed my black suitcase filled with most of my things. It was pretty huge, I didn't want to risk coming back for any clothing. It was late at night and I was hoping that most of the kids were in their rooms. I snuck down the stairs and into the living room. It was dark so I used my phone flashlight to find my way around.

I had already written a note for anyone who noticed I was gone. This was the end. I couldn't take it anymore. Namjoon was ruining me. I couldn't stay in the same place as him. It would just remind me of everything. I was willing to forget I ever was an idol. That I was in the spotlight.

My phone annoyingly buzzed in my hand. I had a little hope that it was Namjoon but it was my mother.

Mom:
The car is outside, get in so you can make it in time for your flight. Love you.
Sent 1:42 a.m.

"Goodbye." I waved to the darkness of the dorm before making my way out the door. I was starting all over. I'd have to find a job, a normal one. I still hope my friends back home remembered me. I've changed so much from back then.

I opened the door of the black van, struggling to bring my suitcase up. I finally did it exhaling a big gust of air after. I hopped in as well before sliding the door closed behind me. I dug around in my pocket for my plane ticket.

Flight # 1302
Seoul, South Korea to Los Angeles, USA
Departure: 3:00 am
Arrival: 1:00 pm
Thank you for flying with SK Best Air

I hadn't noticed I was crying until a tear dropped onto the shiny paper of the plane ticket. "I hate you." I muttered as I buried my face into my jacket. It got pretty chilly at night in Seoul. I wouldn't have to wear jackets in LA. I'm not from there but my mother recently moved there because of my father's business, he's a doctor and got transferred to a hospital in America.

Suddenly, my phone dinged. I looked down to see a text from... NAMJOON?!

Joonie:
Hey, I'm sorry but where did you go? Plz come back home. I miss you.
Sent 2:00 a.m.

Me:
You didn't say that when you walked out today. I'm tired of your games. Leave me alone.
Sent 2:02 a.m.

Joonie:
Babe, I'm sorry. I'll come get you wherever you are.
Sent 2:03 a.m.

Me:
Too late, I'm leaving you.
Sent 2:04 a.m.

Joonie:
And where to? Just tell me where you are Jin!

Me:
The airport, I'm going to LA. Far away from you. Thanks for making my life a living hell and heaven. I'll miss you but rn just leave me alone. I'm done. With you. With everything. Nothing you can do can change that.
Sent 2:11 a.m.

Joonie:
You're lying.
Sent 2:12 a.m.

I stopped responding to his text and stepped out of the van. The driver helped me with my bags and guided me into the airport. Goodbye Joonie.
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a/n: well this sucked ass