Introspection. (BTS Sope.)

028

"Don't you have an earlier flight? Until tomorrow. God damn. Fine. I guess that one will do. No I don't care if it's first class just get me a damn seat. Yes. M-I-N Y-O-O-N-G-I. Okay. Thank you."
I hung up the phone and began packing. Then someone knocked at the front door. I walked to the door and opened it.
"Woah, are you okay?"
Namjoon asked. I knew my face was still red and puffy from crying.
"No, I'm not."
I said hugging him. I began to cry again.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm packing."
"Hoseok kicked you out of the house!?"
"No! He would never do such thing."
"Then what?"
"He left."
"He left?"
I nodded.
"Do you know where?"
I nodded again.
"And you're going after him."
Another nod. Namjoon sighed.
"Do you want me to help you pack."
"Please."

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" Thanks for dropping me off."
"Yoongi, are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want to cause you any inconveniences."
"Okay, just call me if you need anything."
I nodded.
"Have a safe trip."
"Thank you."
We hugged good-bye.
During the whole flight I kept thinking on how I was going to apologize for the stupidity I had done. I didn't even know if he stayed in a hotel or in his mother's house. I didn't know anything. All I knew was that I need to do this. I needed to see him and apologize. I wanted him to hold me and tell me everything was okay. We would come back to Korea together, or stay in New York. As long as we were together everything else didn't matter.
I just needed him.