BTS Imagines

Namjoon ~ Yellow House Pt. 1

When you were eleven, you moved to the city with your father and lived in the concrete jungle until you finished college and got yourself a job. Your parents are divorced and your mother chose to stay at your childhood home, in the countryside. She liked it there where it was quiet, the people are nice and the life was simple unlike the congested roads and fast paced life in the city. She would never like it there.

You missed her everyday. Living away from her was like being separated from your best friend but, despite that, you never missed a chance to talk to her. Three months ago, your father broke the news to you, your mother was terminally ill and she hid it from you all those while. It felt like the world crumbled around you. If only you knew this, you wouldn't have stayed in the city. You would've went home and stayed with her, helped her while she was weak and suffering by herself. How could you even call yourself her daughter?

You phoned your work at once and filed for two months leave at your workplace, even fighting for it because your superior was insiting that they need all the help they could get. In the end, you were granted one month. That wasn't enough for you to be with your mother on her remaining days.

During her the last few months she had, you went back and took care of her. You've gotten so much help while taking care of your ill mother. The goodwilled neighbors your mother had were always there you needed something and you can't thank them enough. You saw through all the areangements for your mother's funeral and when she was laid to her final rest, you also had to pack up and return to the city. The passing of your mother devastated you but you have to move on. Life doesn't slow down to wait for you to get your life together.

But it wasn't easy. Living wasn't the same anymore. You always felt tired and angry at yourself. One night, you went through the boxes that came with you the day you moved to the city. You were looking for something, desperately searching, but you didn't know what it was. With a box cutter in your hand, you slashed open a few more boxes and finally found it. It was a picture of you and your mom when you were nine, you sat on a makeshift swing that your father made by tying it around a huge tree and your mom was the one pushing you. Tears welled up from your eyes and you had to wipe it with your clothes because your hands were covered with dust.

She called it the amusement park. You loved it there. You loved going there with her. It was your happiest memory of her.

"You're resigning? With immediate effect??" Jung Hoseok, your direct superior, lifted his eyes up from his desk to your face, confusion painted all over his features. "Why?"

"I just can't— I need some time to myself. I need to get away from all this." You told him, sitting in his office was not a good feeling. Everyone outside was trying not to be obvious as they watched you through the blinds.

"Y/N, you're our most promising employee and you're so close to getting promoted." He held the unopened resignation letter in his hand while he stared at your sullen face. Hoseok let out a sigh. "I understand your situation and I really do feel sorry for convincing you to stay but can't you think this over again?"

The company was good to you and there was not a time that you were treated unfairly. Things are going the right way for your career but you just can't live this way anymore. You felt so guilty everyday.

"I can't, sir." You replied.

"Y/N." Hoseok called your name but you didn't lift your gaze from his desk. "I know we, our relationship, didn't end in good terms and it's my fault. I was stupid for taking you for granted.. but I still want to see you. I'm still hoping."