the fact that you didn't have anywhere else to go didn't hit you until you stood at the corner, waiting for the light to signal you to walk. deciding to take refuge in a nearby cafe, you pulled out your phone, anxiety welling up after every unanswered phone ring. the voice that finally picked up was cheerful, just like usual.
"heyyyy! what's up buttercup?"
"hey hwasa," you replied, your quivering tone already giving you away.
"Y/N? what's wrong? are you crying?"
you didn't know how else to explain what was going on, so you just said the first thing that came to your mind.
"I-I left him..."
the other line remained quiet.
"for good?" hwasa asked at last.
"for good." you said, hoping that if you said it out loud then it would become reality.
"i'm in the middle of cooking right now and can't turn off the stove. i'm sending namjoon to come get you. better him out there then him burning down my damn house."
namjoon's offended "wut" could be heard in the background, and you found yourself smiling at your friends' antics, despite the situation.
"okay. i'm outside of the cafe across the street from my-- i mean his apartment."
even you correcting yourself made you tetter on the edge of crying, but you won't do that. not here. not so close to him.
"don't worry y/n. you made the right decision."
