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[angsty?]

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my acting career was blooming as i stared as a second lead in the american television series, "Legends." my ex-boyfriend, lee jihoon, was currently on tour in his korean pop group called "SEVENTEEN" which had gained fans from across the globe. gladly, he was touring in new york for three days which is where i'm filming.

i hadn't seen him in a few months since he's been preparing for his comeback, then he performed his comeback. he was very stressed in that time and we had a mini fight over it when he had gotten home late.

[flashback]

the front door creaked open, then closed again. "Jihoonie?" i asked. the figure didnt answer.

the figure, i assumed, was jihoon, went straight to bed. not even taking a few seconds to brush his teeth. i knew he would be tired, but i at least wanted to great him.

"Jihoon." i repeated. "Jihoon-ah."

he didnt answer so i poked his back and he harshly slapped my hand away in response. "Y/N! Stop being so fucking irritating! I'm trying to sleep." he scolded me, then closed his eyes once more.

it WAS my fault for trying to get his attention though.. so it was me to blame. "Okay, sorry. Goodnight, Jihoon." i replied dryly, being a tad hurt that he had yelled at me.

but, i cant blame him! he's been working so hard on his comeback, while i sit at home and do nothing while waiting for my character in my television series to be resurrected. i bet that jihoon was very tired and just needed a good rest.

it was my fault, but i still felt hurt. why did i feel this way? we've had several fights over the past week and i think it's because of me...

i had always nagged him for attention and kisses, its all my fault. feeling tears well up in my eyes, i sat on the couch and wiped them away. im so irritating... so irrelevant to his life and career.

gathering a luggage full of clothes, necessities, money from my acting, and pocket money i earned from the grocery store, i wrote him a note. "hey, jihoon." it read. "let's take a break. i'll be somewhere far away so you can focus on your career and i can focus on mine. i love you, y/n" a small heart ended the note, and swiping on some lipstick, i kissed the note.

then, i left. i left korea, heading to the states.. at least i wont be a bother to jihoon.

[end flashback]

"Y/N?" i had snapped back to reality, back to the set. "Y/N." the voice repeated.

"Sorry, John. I'll focus." i replied with a grin. my director, John, smiled back in understanding and gave me a thumbs up.

i played a korean-american character, except in real life, i was korean-japanese-canadian. my father was caucasian-japanese while my mother was full korean. gladly, they produced a beautiful child.

we finished my scene and we ended our session for the day. SEVENTEEN's Fourth mini album, 'Al1' concert was about to start as i registered in. sitting in the first few rows, i scrolled through some old pictures of me and jihoon.

pre-debut jihoon, debut-jihoon, emo jihoon.. i could go on and on. i missed the days where i would be able to smell his weird cologne and hug his body, taller than mine, of course, since i'm an inch shorter. all i wanted was to feel him again, hold him again.