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✔Please Let Go (II) | Namjoon

- 2 months later -

To say that 2 months was enough time to get over Kim Namjoon, would be a lie.

And to say that to get over you in two months, would also be a lie on Kim Namjoon's part.

So, instead of staying away from anything to do with you, like he should, Kim Namjoon spent his days looking at the pictures of the two of you on his phone, or that you kept in a shoebox you thought he didn't know about.

Or kept his thumb hovering over the 'send' button after he'd write out a paragraph, begging for you to come back.

Stared at your empty side of the bed, hyperventilating and clawing at his chest, in futile attempts to diminish the excrutiating pain.

He needed you.

And he forced you away.

So what did he do?

Pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

He swallows, relishing in the sound of your voice. The voice that told him that you loved him with all your heart. The voice that whispered his name in your sleep.

The voice that uttered the words, "always, is not forever."

"Uhm. Hello?" You ask again, confused.

But he couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

"Namjoon?" You catch on. His breath hitches, his hands shaking.

"Namjoon, if that's you--"

"I'm sorry." He blurts, and hangs up.

You begin to panic. Is he going to do something?

Dismissing everything that had happened two months ago, and bolt out of your hotel room that you've been having to stay in, after you moved out of Namjoon's apartment.

Luckily, you were still living semi-close to Namjoon's place. At first, you thought it was just more convenient for you when you bolted from Namjoon's.

Then you realized it was your heart and brain working against you. Keeping you as close to Kim Namjoon as possible.

You finally make it to Namjoon's apartment door, pounding on the hollow white door.

"Namjoon!"

He doesn't open the door.

"Kim Namjoon open this door!"

Panic begins to pool at the pit of your stomach. Reaching down, you push open the surprisingly unlocked door, entering his home.

It was a complete mess. Clothes and blankets were tossed over the back of the sofas. Dirty cups and bowls lined the coffee table and floors, paired with dirty clothes and towels.

"Joonie?" You call softly, the sound of his rather foreign nickname rolling off your tongue far easier than you'd intended for it to.

"Go away," a voice whispers, audibly cracking. Your heart clenches. He's broken.

He sounds as broken as you feel.

"Namjoon?" You ask, entering the bedroom you used to share. You suck in a tender breath at the sight.

More clothes, a fallen desk chair, and empty bowls lined the corners, lazily pushed back in an attempt to keep the room semi-clean.

The bed was crooked, either from extensively tossing and turning, or Namjoon angrily pushing it. Which, after the break-up the two of you had, both scenarios seemed very likely.

The only thing at the center of the room were near-heeps of polaroid pictures, regular printed photos, and smashed picture frames.

All of them, were in one way or another, photos taken with the two of you together.

You kneel, picking up a photo. It was torn, leaving only you in the photo. 'I'm sorry' was scribbled around your face in red sharpie.

Namjoon was curled in the corner, a photograph loosely being held between his trembling index and thumb.

Your heart clenches once more, as you look at the scene that had been slowly unfolding since you left.

'It was an accident,'

'Why do you always overreact?'

You swallow the saliva that had pooled at the back of your throat. You didn't know what to think anymore.

Blame Namjoon?

Or blame yourself?

"I said go away." Namjoon looks up at you with bloodshot dark eyes, that you used to love so much.

The eyes that you still love so much.

"No." You state firmly.

You were done running from your feelings. Running from the past. It's been two months.

"No?"

"I'm not leaving, Kim Namjoon."

"You've done it before. I'm sure you can do it again."

You stare at him for a moment, your words completely stolen from you. Caught between misery and fury, you were being shredded at the seams.

"Fine. I'll leave."

He doesn't reply, and instead looks back down at his lap, the photograph still in his grasp.

The photograph of you kissing his cheek, with a flimsy party hat strapped to your head. Namjoon grinned at the camera, his cheeks dusted with a light blush.

It was your first birthday with him.

"But I want you to know that I forgive you. And you may want me out of your life, and I understand that,"

You take a deep breath, readying yourself for your next words.

"But I love you, Kim Namjoon. I'm in love with you. I never stopped loving you, as much as it agonized me to."

You turn to leave, the tears falling as freely as they did the day you left Namjoon.

"Wait." He calls out, suddenly standing.

You stop, looking at Namjoon. He was a wreck. His hair a complete mess, his shirt wrinkled, and his sweatpants stained with remnants of whatever greasy food he dropped on them, who knows how long ago.

"Yes?" You ask softly, ignorant to the tears that were beginning to fall on your hoodie.

"Please--" he takes a step towards you, holding out the shaky hand that was once holding the photograph.

"Please come back. Please come back to me, (Y/n)

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