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Chapter 13: "Leave"

Minjeong's POV

I was shocked to hear Yeonjun confessing his feelings to me, and I just couldn't think of anything, as I just stared blankly into the space.

"Minjeong-ah," he called out again, as I looked up to him. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, I have to go," I said, and walked away from him, as I dashed out of the place, and ran downstairs, picking up my bag as I ran out of the school gate.

From afar, I noticed Namjoon walking in a very slow pace, and it's not just slow, his paces are weak and deliberate.

I ran towards him, as I stopped him by putting my hand on his shoulder. He stopped, as he turned around, looking at me with his slightly red eyes, red nose, and...damp cheeks.

"Namjoon-ah..."

He just gave me a weak smile, as he walked ahead of me, leaving me stunned at the look on his face earlier.

Was he crying..?

I ran after him again, but it was too late, he already hopped into a black car, as the car droved away.

I heaved out a sigh as I looked down to my feet, and started walking home. And that is when my mind started to think about Yeonjun's confession.

So all this time, my crush likes me too?

Well if I knew he likes me too I would have confessed to him years ago. But Namjoon...

He seems...sad and heartbroken.

I have never seen him like that, and I couldn't help but to think about it over and over again. The heartbreaking look on his face is always a regular passenger of my train of thoughts.

Also not forgetting the footsteps when we were at the rooftop earlier. Who was that? Could it be...the other person who wrote the yellow note?

But who?

As I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize that I am already standing in front of my apartment building.

Another sigh escaped my lips, as I slowly made my way towards the entrance, and head directly to my apartment.

I unlocked my apartment, and stepped in, kicking off my white sneakers, and slipped into my slippers.

I walked towards my room, and threw my bag onto the baby pink couch in the corner of my room.

I jumped into my bed, as I looked up to the ceiling, once again thinking about Namjoon, and another sigh left my lips.

My eyes slightly widened, as I fished out my phone from my pocket, and dialed Namjoon's number, but even after tons of rings, he still doesn't pick up my call.

"Come on," I muttered to myself, walking back and forth beside my bed as I called him for the second time, and again, he didn't answer.

"Come on, Namjoon. Answer my call," I spoke to myself.

"The number you have dialed is–"

"Darn it!", I cursed underneath my breath, and called him one last time.

"Hello?"

"Namjoon-ah! Finally–"

"It's Jungkook," the person on the other line cut me off, as my shoulder dropped in disappointment knowing that it wasn't Namjoon who had picked up my phone call.

"H-hey, Jungkook. Um, may I speak to Namjoon?", I asked, as the guy who had Namjoon's phone stayed silent for a while.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think he wants to be bothered right now. Anyways, did something happen to him today?"