❝ I want to see you smile but I know that means I'll have to leave ❞
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Seokjin is shocked, and he does not know what to say to Namjoon who seems to be pretending that he does not know the love of his life.
"Who the fuck are you?"
No, this can not be real. The only man whom Seokjin would give everything up to be with just a little bit longer, does not remember who he is, now.
"Namjoon, it's me— Seokjin— I—" Seokjin places his hand on Namjoon's arm in order to feel the warmth that is running through his veins, but he feels nothing, nothing but coldness.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but I assume that you have mistaken me with someone else," Namjoon cuts him off, and takes some steps backwards, but Seokjin is still holding his arm, tightly, not wanting to let go. "I just wanted to tell you that your left ear is bleeding, so if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving, now."
"Namjoon!"
"Let go of me, sir, I don't even know who the fuck you are!" Angrily, Namjoon pushes Seokjin, and his back hits the wall which is behind him. This is the best time for Namjoon to disappear, and he does what he has planned in his mind.
He leaves Seokjin in a crowded street.
Seokjin places his hand on his forehead, and blinks continuously to see whether he can find Namjoon or not, also to make sure that this is not a dream, but no, it is all real as it seems.
After a few seconds struggling with himself, a young man who is sitting in the driver's seat of a red sport car, waves at him. "Hey, get in the car," The young man says, and Seokjin looks at him in confusion. "I said get in the goddamn car!"
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