Without You

Chapter two

     "Call me Namjoon-Oppa." Namjoon says while grabbing my wrist tightly, stopping me from opening my luggage.

     "Are you that desperate?" I say while trying to get off his grip, but he didn't let go.

     "Call me Oppa!" He gripped tighter and I started to tear up. He stopped what he was doing and immediately let go.

     "I'm so-" before he could say anything, I pushed him out of the room and locked the door.

     "I hate you! Screw off!" I yell in tears and crouch onto the floor. I start sobbing a little and I could hear glass break outside my door.

     I ignore it and lay onto my bed. I hate you! Go die! I cry onto the bed and the sheets start to get wet. There were stains from my tears and I honestly didn't care.

     After a few hours, I heard my stomach rumble. I quietly headed downstairs, hoping to avoid Namjoon. I saw his maid in the kitchen and I went up to her.

     "Um hello? Where is Namjoon?" I ask and she smiles while responding, "he just left to his studio, so you need to contact him?"

     I immediately start shaking my head sideways because I didn't want to talk to him at all. She laughs a little and pats my back. "Namjoon talks about you all the time, he misses you, but he doesn't know how to deal with you."

     "I understand, it's the same for me too. I guess I just need time to adapt to this new environment." I sigh and she nods before getting back to work.

     My stomach rumbles again and the maid hands me a plate of food. "You can eat first, he probably isn't going to be home until midnight."

     Yes! Freedom! I bring my plate to the dining table and start digging into my food. I eat quietly and I start to remember when me, Namjoon and my parents were eating together.

***

     Flashback~
"Namjoon-Oppa~ feed me~" I say as I open my mouth wide. He smiles at me and starts to do the airplane spoon and I pout.

"Hurry~" I pout more and he chuckles and feeds me. I chew on the food and make a cute expression which makes him smile.

"Oppa?"

"What is it?" He says while chewing on his own food.

"You're never going to leave me right?"

"Never."

***

I roll my eyes as I remember those memory and laugh to myself softly. What a liar, after mom and dad divorced, he left, saying he wanted his own job. I finish eating and head back upstairs to my room.

I have already finished unpacking my belongings and it's almost night, so I should take a shower. I grab my towel and a change of clothes before heading to the bath tub.

The bathroom was really bright and really fancy. There was a chandelier and a huge bathtub. I stayed in the bathtub for an hour or two and finally got out.

I decided to head to bed right after because I still had jet lag and it was already good enough for me to not take a nap and sleep now. Otherwise, it would have ruined my schedule.