ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

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Birds chirped at the edge of wood , and daylight cascaded through dim curtains, intervening  with the euphoric me.

I rubbed my eyes and ruffled my hair after a long night of peaceful sleep. I carefully touched my sidehead to check the condition of my bruise, the bandage which I happened to remove yesterday.

Not so bad, not so good either. Anyways, I got out of bed and stretched my muscle and smiled at the memories of previous night. Such a worthful time since birth yet a unsatisfying ending.

* wait am I missing something .

I swiftly turned around and saw no sign of suga. His side of bed, neatly arranged. It was suspicious, usually I would be the first one to wake up. Cold sweat started forming on my forehead. Their was a sudden feeling of void.

I started to grow anxious but comforted myself that it is just like any other morning and ran to kitchen in search of him . The only place I would usually find him was empty today. The counter where I would see his back leaning was covered with yesterday night dust. I quickly ran to the restroom and found it empty too.

Running back to the living room, I encountered just the same empty and anxious state.

"Y/n. Don't worry. He is probably out for a while. He will be back soon" I assured myself and ran back to my room , in search of phone.

Picking it up from night stand , I quickly dialed his number and pressed  it against my ears. This was the only hope left now and only way of getting rid of this nervousness. Bitting my nails in sync with the ring , I wished to hear his voice from other side. But the line soon ended without any answer.

I didn't give up, I called him again and again and again. I called him over and over for 10 times but still no answer. The little hope I had also dumped into deep pit, when I couldn't connect with him anymore. He blocked me. But why would he that?

Frustrated, I walked to my kitchen and drank a glass of water. I felt a bad taste circulating in my mouth, that's when I realized I didn't brush me teeth.

* damn it

After an hour or so, I was sitting on dine chair, patiently waiting for him to respond to any of my call. He has even blocked me from messaging him. Chunking through the bread in front of me, I was figuring the possible reason of his sudden disappearance.

I couldn't come up with one, even if I did that didn't fit the puzzle . Running hands through my hair, I got up from my seat and decided To watch some tv shows. I still had a little hope buried deep in my heart, that he will be back before night.

Planting myself on couch, I searched for the remote. A letter caught my eye on the table. My brows furrowed.

Curiously I picked it up and opened it. There is no denial I was worried. My blood went cold, seeing the familiar handwriting on the white paper. I nervously went through the paper.

" Y/n. I will be back. Wait for me. Love you. Bye".

I felt spiritually paralyzed . Tears stained the paper in my hands , as I clutched onto it tightly. 

" Why goodbye, when you will come back? " I questioned myself  and sticked the letter close to me heart as I sobbed silently.

Minutes, turned into hours, hours into days and it is finally a week now. I still don't have any idea, about his whereabouts .

Every morning I wake up and get greeted  with an omnious silence. Sunrise or sunset, my eyes would be glued to the door, long awaiting for him to appear any moment.