Pornstars ~NamJin~

He's Where?

Oh hi, I'm up here today and you'll see why. Don't hate me. I love you all. I relate to this a little too much to even admit it, that's where the idea came from. Okay, yes, read now, grab tissues or something.
~Harley 💜💙🖤❤💟

Namjoon's POV

I woke up expecting to see Jin in my arms but got nothing. I got up and saw a note in the kitchen, going and reading it.

"Joon
Jungkook called and asked me to meet at Starbucks so that's where I am
~Love, Jin"

With Jungkook? The Jungkook? The one he filmed with? The one I taught. The one who secretly wants everything I have? Oh no. No no. I am NOT having that.

I grabbed my jacket and drove to Starbucks. I was going to be there with them if he was there. I parked and walked in quietly. I saw them talking so I decided I'd be casual and order myself a coffee too. I had just got my coffee when I saw them hug.

I felt jealousy surge through me as I tried to stay calm. I then saw Jungkook hug Jin. It was longer and tighter than the first hug. It wasn't a very friendly looking hug in my mind. It looked like the way you'd hug your boyfriend.

Before I even realized it I had knocked over a chair and was standing behind them. I put my hand on Jin's shoulder.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my boyfriend?"

Jin gasped, "Joonie, He's not doing anything! What are you doing here?"

"I came here to hang out with my friend and boyfriend but I came here to see you two cuddled up!!"

"Namjoon. He's hugging me because I gave him relationship advice."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't care Jin. I guess whatever promise you made wasn't the same as mine. Go fuck him. Go date him. I don't care."

Jin looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"Namjoon, I-I didn't do anything. I don't want him! It was friendly! He doesn't even want me! Am I not allowed to have friends?"

I felt angry, betrayed, and sad.

"Oh fuck off Jin. Go fuck him. It's what you want."

I growled out, stomping out of Starbucks and getting in my car. I didn't know where I was going but I wasn't going where he could find me. I started driving without even thinking where I'd turn up.

I was going way over the speed limit. I was spaced out and wasn't paying much attention to others around me. That's what driving depressed does. I didn't care if I wrecked. I don't care if I die. Good riddance. No one loves me anyway.

I knew I should have just stayed a fake asshole. At least then my feelings couldn't be hurt. I started crying as I slammed my foot down, feeling adrenaline pulse through me. I should wreck and die. If I hit the curve coming up just right, my car will flip and I can manage it.

As I reached the curve I yanked my wheel to the left, not noticing a car on the left side of the road. As I slid sideways the car was in my way, causing my car to push theirs off the small cliff and into a river.

Their car hit first and I heard a woman screaming. Then I felt the metal of my car compact and the glass breaking around me. The woman's screaming stopped and all I could hear was an eerie silence before everything went black.