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XXVII

One week later

Mister and Misses Kim have noticed how their sons have suddenly been avoiding each other. It made them question just what was going on.

As a means to resolve the issue, they decided to hold a family meeting in the living room, hoping to clear out the problem.

"We are concerned about you two. Just what is going on?" Misses Kim began.

Namjoon crossed his arms and refused to look anywhere near Jin.

"Well?" Mister Kim pressed.

"I don't feel a thing for Seokjin anymore. Besides, he seems to have found someone better." Namjoon gritted.

Jin gasped, completely offended. "Yeah? Well Namjoon here seems to have gotten back to being hetero!"

"At least I'm not a homo rat like you!"

Both boys parents' stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Namjoon, calm down. What has gotten into the both of you?!" Namjoon's father glared at him.

"CAN IT OLD MAN! I hate living under the same roof with this bastard! And to think I was gay for him! I'm disgusted! That shit is contagious!" Said boy retorted with much anger.

"Enough Namjoon!"

"Well I better get away too! I don't like hetero homophobic dick heads like you!" Jin seethed.

"Seokjin! Language, please!"

"What in the HELL is going on here?!" Mister Kim shouted, face contorted into an angry and disappointed one.

"Point is we hate each other and want nothing more to do with one another." Namjoon bluntly stated.

"Yeah, cause he cheated on me!" Jin blamed.

"Not true!!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"IS NOT!!"

"IS TOO!!"

"ENOUGH!!" Mister and Misses Kim yelled.

"Look at you two! Fighting like-... like-..." Misses Kim trailed off, not being able to find the right words due to her shock.

"Like rabid animals!" Mister Kim finished.

"Mom, please. I wanna leave here. Can we go? Right now!" Jin's voice cracked as he begged to leave the place he once thought of as home.

Misses Kim's face fell, feeling pain at how broken her son looked. She turned to Mister Kim and stood up slowly. "I need to talk to you, privately." Misses Kim looked towards her husband.

Mister Kim nodded, completely understanding as he too stood up.

Misses Kim smiled sadly before looking towards Jin. "Seokjin, sweetie. Go pack your things, okay? I'll be with you in a second."

Jin's mother made her way into her husband's office, Mister Kim giving Namjoon a stern glare. "You better have felt sorry for what you said." He grumbled.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and stood up off the couch. "As if it was my fault." He muttered under his breath, walking away to close himself in his room.

Everything had fallen apart. Guess he looked at the wrong person. Maybe it was for the best, or maybe it was just him thinking that way to comfort himself.

Deep inside he did feel sorry, he felt love for Jin, but how could he have done this to him? Why did Jin want to leave him?

The more he thought about it, the more tired he grew. He decided to take a nap instead of feeling pained. By the next time he would wake up, Jin would already be long gone.

'He won't even say goodbye' was the last thing he thought.

How could this happen?
• Jin's pov •

I dreadfully packed my things, tears threatening to fall down my eyes. Tears I thought I was done with. But I was wrong.

I looked towards my closet that was beginning to empty with every item I packed up. I started wondering what my mom had in mind and what would happen from here.

At that, she came into my room, pulling me into her embrace that I needed at this time. I realized that I'd be taking her away from her happiness and for that I felt sick.

"Jin dear, I'm sure you're wondering what will happen. The plan is that you and I go live in the UK. I'll stay with you until you are twenty. I will help with all your expenses, your education, anything you need. After you're twenty, I'll be coming back home to live with Hyungwon, but I promise I'll be leaving you with an open account where I'll be putting money in just until you're sure you can be independent. How does that sound, honey?" My mother explained. At that, I nodded as the plan sounded rather easygoing, especially since my mother would be able to reunite with the love of her life.

"Alright then, I'll go get my things." She said, leaving me alone again.

Mister Kim came in my room, smiling softly as he offered me a hand with my luggage, taking them to the slick black van which he'd be taking us to the airport himself. I waited for my mom in the meantime.

I hoped Namjoon would come out to say goodbye at least, but as he never showed his presence, I knew it was a lost cause. He may not want to say goodbye, but I did.

Slowly, I made my way up to his bedroom, knocking on the door softly. I got no reply. I thought he was awake but I heard his gentle snoring, so I turned the knob and luckily it was unlocked.

I made my way towards his sleeping figure, seeing him curled into a ball and hugging a pillow, plump lips parted as his soft breaths left them, looking visibly tense as his brows were furrowed slightly. Yet to me, he still appeared handsome as always.

My fingers caressed his soft locks ever so sweetly. He stirred and leaned into the touch, thinking I woke him up. I was yet again proven wrong as he was still in a slumber.

I leaned down to kiss his forehead, biting my lip as I felt my tears spilling out.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon-ah. If it was my fault, I am so sorry." I whispered weakly, sobbing quietly before I pulled away after inhaling his scent for the last time.

I placed one last kiss to his lips, then made my way out of his room, shutting the door gently and going down to the van, stepping into the backseat.

"Ready to go?" Mister Kim asked.

My mother nodded as I just leaned my head on the window, watching as the car pulled out of the driveway, the house where my now ex-boyfriend resided getting smaller as the vehicle distanced and the rain made it blur.

'I wish to go back. I wanna reset.' I thought to myself.