Maybe One Day

8) Am I Wrong

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Y/N POV:

He wanted me to leave.

They wanted me to leave.

I know that they have a reason, but I want to say thank-

Someone interrupted my thoughts.

"We're sorry, but Joon didn't mean to say it that way." The red haired man says calmly.

Where's that sunshine smile?

It's like it disappeared from his soul.

"Don't worry. It's- it's okay." I reply.

Hosoek nods, not knowing how to respond.

This isn't okay.

Namjoon looks at the floor and back up at me. He stands up and walks towards the door.

I look at every member one more time, and studying their faces one by one.

Their faces seem so... colorless and tiresome.

I slowly get up and make my way to the door.

Namjoon opens the door, not knowing what else to do or say.

"I'm sor-"

I cut Namjoon off.

"Thank you."

I look up at his face.

He was surprised.

Our eyes lock.

He frowns, looking at my face.

He wipes my wet face from my tears.

"Thank you." He says slowly.

And brings me into his arms.

I wanted to say so much in that moment, but nothing came out of my mouth.

I wanted to say thank you so many times to each and every one of them.

I wanted to say that he doesn't have to be sorry.

He doesn't have to be nice to me.

It's my fault.

It's like a dream and a nightmare combined into one.

Namjoon pulls away from the hug.

I smile a little.

Namjoon holds the door for me.

"Do you have a ride?"

I look up at him.

No.

"Yes."

"Alright.

Goodbye, Y/N."

I walk out and he closes the door right after.

Everything else was a blur.