Random Namjin : knj x ksj

Cuatro: Namjin

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Seokjin's POV:

I needed some air. When I got up this morning I didn't think I could leave the bed.

My ass was sore and this was probably the first time it didn't bring a blush onto my face in the morning.

Tears pricked my eyes. No. I wasn't going to be weak.

That kind of behavior is unacceptable from him. Something is up with him. I'm sure of it.

But at this point I just don't care. If something is up he better approach me with it. I'm not going to go and urge him into telling me.

No, that's just my anger and hurt speaking.

Gahhh!! I'm going crazy because my mind's becoming a battlefield.

Fisting and pulling at my hair won't help now would it? I'd only gather the attention of people and that's the last thing I want. I was out without the car and anyone from the team.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get this ache out of my chest. I groaned as I banged my head against the table I was sitting at waiting for my order.

"Seokjin?" an all too familiar voice said.

I looked up into those eyes. Those eyes that I'd missed so much. That face that brought me comfort, comfort before I met Namjoon.

Namjoon's POV:

I didn't sleep the whole night. I just couldn't after that.

After bawling my eyes out at around 4 am I left the condo. (A/N: I guess I'd called it dormitory.)

Walking through shady streets and on sidewalks I spent my morning disgusted with myself.

I could easily go to their place and blame them for my ruined relationship with my princess but I didn't because the reason it came to this between us was me not them or anyone else. I'm the one who forced myself on him, even if it was them who brought me to such a state of imbalance. It was me. All me.

I thought I couldn't hate myself more than I already do but apparently I can. Watching my princess talking to him right now, laughing and smiling. Occasionally hugging even makes me roll on self loathe. It got to this because of me. But honestly it's been only one night not even a proper day! And... He's already moved on?

No no. He must have run into him. That's all. Or what if he called him to comfort him? No. That's not something Seokjin would do. He knows how much I hate having that guy around, especially around him.

I have no right to say that now do I? He doesn't have to see to it if I hate a certain thing or not. Not anymore.

But isn't it too early to move on?

Seokjin's POV:

I never had thought that I'd be so happy to see him again. But now as I stood talking to him everything seemed so easy and uncomplicated.  Laughing and smiling.

He had accompanied me to our building.

I almost don't remember why I ever left him. But then I do now, as I watch Namjoon, walk right past us as if I mean nothing, as if nothing happened to us. His face has a mask, he's worn his cap and shades. There's no way I can get to see his face. As he walks into the building my chest aches.

So now he can't even talk?

He can't even make conversation?

He doesn't want me anymore?