Scenario ~ you get into a bad argument.
Words ~ 3134
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~ namjoon ~
"I'm home" I say opening the door to our apartment, I sigh as I realise that I am, yet again, talking to myself. Namjoon hasn't been coming home for a while now because of dance practice, producing and other rehearsals, I love that he is doing what he is good at but I sometimes just wish that he thinks about how I feel.
I dump my belongings on the wooden floor then take off my shoes and chuck them to the side, work has been really stressing me out recently and I could really do with Namjoon's presence, I wrap my arms around my waist and crank the heating up then rub my hands together trying to make myself warmer.
I sit down and turn the TV on, flicking through the channels trying to find something interesting. I throw my head backwards and close my eyes trying to clear my head.
My body jolts forward and I open my eyes in shock, the TV was still on and my body was still in the same position, I must have fallen asleep, I look at my watch. I slept for four hours! I groan and force myself off of the couch in a delirious state, I stumble into the kitchen to make myself some late dinner.
The clock strikes eleven but still no Namjoon has been spotted, I sit down and eat the meal that I had just prepared, alone once again. I would often sit here in case he would come back but he rarely does, he doesn't reply to my messages either, I'm starting to think he has found someone else. I shake my head annoyed at myself for even thinking that, I know Namjoon's soft side and he wouldn't do that, I know it.
I suddenly hear the rusting of keys in a lock and the slamming of a door followed, I drop my fork into my bowl and quickly walk into the entrance.
"Hello!" I say excitedly just happy to finally see him, I pull him into a hug but he didn't seem to react so I raise my head to look into his eyes, the bags under his eyes show a sign of exhaustion and his sad expression makes my smile turn into a frown.
"You look exhausted" I say rubbing his upper arm "I have some food in the kitchen that I have just made, here come on" I say gently pulling at his arm so that he would follow after me. He stays put and I look back at him, I give him a half smile.
"You need some energy, you will feel better with some food in you" I say trying to keep my composure "I'm worried about you-"
"Just leave me alone" He says loudly ripping his arm from my grasp, he looks at me with his sharp brown eyes then quickly turns around and storms off, I follow shortly going up the stairs to our room.
We enter our room and he walks to the opposite side of the room, I try to coax the problem out of him, I don't want him to think that he has to keep it to himself.
"Do you want to talk about it? I know you are under a lot of stress lately and I just want to help" I say reaching out for his arm, he turns to face me quickly and his expression does not read that of a kind one.
"For the last time (Y/n) leave me alone, I don't need your help and I certainly don't want to talk to you about it!" He shouts angrily coming closer to me. I feel tears well up in my eyes and I walk back slowly not wanting to believe what he just said.
I take the blanket laying on top of the bed and rush out the room trying to hide my face from sight, I hurry downstairs with tears flowing down my cheeks, I dump myself on the sofa and curl up, just wanting to disappear into thin air. I feel my tears soak the pillows underneath me and I wipe my eyes looking like a mess.
