He opened the door and stepped through it, softly closing the door behind him before quickly walking down the hall and away from me, leaving me and his daughter behind as he chased a love that he had only known for a couple of months but was willing...
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Chapter 13 - Whelve
To bury something deep; to hide
I should have seen the signs, signs of everything that was wrong behind the amazing things that Namjoon had been showing me and making me feel.
I had been blinded by the flowers and the dates to interesting places that I hadn't noticed the shady phone calls and nights where he didn't even come home, too happy and content with what little affection I was receiving.
Not once did I pull him up about it or call him out on his weird behaviour, too scared for what his answer would be and what truths would be revealed.
"Tonight we won't be able to hang out love, I'm taking Tae out as he hasn't been feeling too good these past couple of weeks." Had been the first excuse, the first reason as to why he was spending so much time with the rookie singer who had recently signed a contract with his company.
Looking back now I see how blatantly obvious they were being, spending so much time together and basically living with each other at Tae's place whilst I was waiting at home for Namjoon like a love sick idiot.
For weeks I had gotten the same replies: "Taehyung and I are going out", "Kind of busy recording with Taehyung right now honey as we're a bit behind on schedule" and "Taehyung is going through a lot, being a trainee and all, it's tough on the boy. I'm just offering a shoulder to cry on."
That was until he stopped giving me excuses at all and just didn't even speak to me, only coming home when he needed a fresh set of clothes or he felt that he had been gone too long.
In the back of my mind I knew there was something going on but I had chosen to ignore it at first, pretending that it was just Namjoon being caring as he had always been.
One day, seeming as average as any other, Namjoon had finally decided to return home after 2 whole weeks of not even checking in on me at all.
I had been in the kitchen, staring out of the window that overlooked the street behind our apartment with wide, unblinking eyes.
The dark circles that laced the skin under my eyes was enough to tell anyone just how little sleep I had been getting. I hadn't even flinched when Namjoon had stormed into the kitchen with heavy steps, seeming incredibly angry about something.
Of course I now know that he had argued with Taehyung about me but then it hadn't come to me.
"So you remember where you live huh? I had started to believe that you'd forgotten about my existence." I had said emptily as my fingers tapped against the metal of the sink before me, eyes beginning to sting from how long I had gone without blinking.
