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Jin's Pov.
No way...
No way...
No way...
I'm falling...
Will he catch me?..
I thought and looked down as I was falling.
I don't see him...
I thought and closed my eyes as I let tears leave my eyes.
It's my fault anyway...
Those were my final thoughts as I hit the ground.....
-1 month earlier-
I was at our house... Mine and Namjoon's house..
Yes we live together. We're together after all.
I went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a bag of chips and a can of soda.
I flopped down on the sofa in the living room and opened the bag of chips.
Namjoon finally came home from his so called 'friends night out' which ofcourse is obvious that he was at the stripping club.
"Welcome back." I said with my mouth full of chips.
"Hey Jinnie babe" He said and sat down beside me.
I noticed he had a lipstick mark on his neck and he smells different. Either its girl perfume or the smell after having sex.
I can't tell which is which because girls always have the stench of after sex.
(A/N: don't hurt me pleasee!! It's just for the story!! Don't kill me!! ;-;)
I looked away and grabbed the soda which was on the coffee table.
I opened it and drank all of it in on go.
"Woah.. you finished it fast" Namjoon chuckled and he leaned in to kiss me.
But I stopped him.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking at me.
"Don't touch me when you just had sex with another bitch" I said and stood up walking to my room.
I slammed the door and sat on my knees with my hands on my face, wet with tears.
I thought he loved me...
Guess I was wrong...
I went to my closet and grabbed my big bag. I put all my clothes inside and all my other belongings.
Namjoon came in and saw what I was doing.
"Where are you going?" He asked grabbing my bag and putting it on the bed.
"I'm leaving." I replied as I grabbed my bag and left the room. I exited the apartment and got in my car.
"Jin!! Where are you going?!" He yelled from outside HIS house.
"Somewhere where you aren't there!!" I yelled back and started the car. He ran towards me but was too late, I started driving away from his house.
I looked at the side mirror and saw him standing there...
I'm sorry... I loved you... but that was now in the past.
I drove to my parents house and parked the car in our parking lot.
I see my mom in the garden watering the flowers. I walked closer to her and she was now looking at me.
"Jin....." She said and hugged me tight.
"Eomma... you were right.... he doesn't love me..." I said in between my sobs as I cried on her shoulder.
She led me into the house and I see my father sitting on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, his eyes teared up and hugged me immediately.
"Appa.. sorry..." I said as I dug myself into his chest.
"It's ok... Don't cry... Everything will be alright now.." Appa said as he patted my head and his other hand rubbing my back in circles.
Namjoon's Pov.
He left.
He left....
Why did he leave??
Did I do something wrong??
Why??
Jinnie...
I miss you....
I hugged the pillow which was Jin's favorite pillow.
I cried since the moment he left.
Maybe he thought that I was cheating on him because I was out with a girl...
But I didn't...
I only helped her with her relationship with someone..
Maybe he noticed that lipstick stain yesterday...
But it was just a mere accident. She slipped her hand while she was applying lipstick.
Maybe it was the way I smelled??
It's not my fault that she keeps spraying perfume all the time and it got into me too.
Maybe it was because I used friends night out for an excuse to go to a strip club??
But I wasn't even fucking anyone there..
My friend practically forced me to go in there even though he knows I'm not straight. And I can control myself even when I drink too much.
And I know if I tell him that I was going there, he would have left long ago..
Did Jinnie think that I was cheating on him?
I wasn't Jinnie!!
I love you and your my only one!!
Then there's no point in crying here!! I need to get him back!!!
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That's my favorite song ^∆^
It gave me inspiration to make this story hohoho
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