𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 // 𝙠𝙩𝙝 ✓

Song

"A sound of something breaking, I awake from sleep, try to cover my ears but can't go to sleep"

"The pain in my throat gets worse, try to cover it, I don't have a voice, Today I hear that sound again-"

"Sir?"

I watched as the singing man flinched at me kneeling in front of him, interested in his singing and how beautiful his voice sounded.

"I love your singing, what's your name? I would love to see you again!" I said with a smile.

I put my hand out, trying to introduce myself nicely but getting no response back.

He looked at me straight-faced as if I was a threat to him. Since it was 6 pm and I was just heading home, it was a little dark for me to fully see his face or his structure. Also considering we are in a dark alley that I use as a shortcut...I could understand where he was coming from.

My hands fell back down to my sides and into my pockets, giving up into my enthusiastic introduction of failure.

"It's okay. I'll come tomorrow same place same time! I'll make sure to bring some snacks. Bye for now!"

I hurriedly smiled once more and waved to him, not knowing when would be the genuine next time I'll see him.

He has such a beautiful voice...I can't wait to hear him again, if I ever do.

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As I walked up to my door, I heard some noise inside. I just suspected that it was just my boyfriend, Yoongi.

When I opened my door, my eyes widened very quickly. My suspicion was right, though what had been moving around came to my surprise. I looked around the living room of my apartment seeing pictures, trophies and certain memories taken down from the walls and the stands.

I looked straight at my boyfriend, giving him a very, very serious look. I hoped what he was doing didn't involve what I'm thinking of.

"Oh hey Vi." He said, voice sounding calmer as ever.

How can he say that so casually as if there aren't boxes and empty spaces all over the place?

"First of all, hey, but what the hell is this..." I pointed right at the boxes, cocking my head to the side in confusion.

My heart dropped, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was more intensely.

He couldn't really be moving out right now...

My pointing finger fell to my side, overwhelming anxiety pulsing through me at an instant. He opened his mouth, noticing my face turn slightly pale.

"I was just packing and stuff cause like... I'm kind of like..you know... like.. um.."

He ruffled his hair, trying to get the words out properly, but with all of this out of nowhere, I am completely and obviously freaking out hoping he wasn't leaving me already. Hoping he didn't choose his parents over our history.

I licked my now dry lips and pushed my emotions down, trying to face the situation head-on. I had to be mature about this, I can't just give up already. He can't give up on us already. Or would he?

I sighed and stared into his eyes, trying to get something out of this.

"Please tell me you aren't moving out yoongi.."

He looked at me with guilt deep in his eyes. Even though I wanted to ignore it, I knew this would happen eventually.

"My parents want me to move to America to carry on the family business.."