"-you're never around anymore because you're so busy and I feel like we're drifting apart. I've felt like this for months, lonely and isolated. That's why I can't be with you anymore. I would've told you in person, but it would've been too painful. I've already gone to the airport, soon to be far away from here. Thank you for everything you've done for me and creating happy memories. Goodbye, Yoongi." Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows and gripped the paper tighter. He came home after a long day of practice to find the love of his life, (y/n), along with her belongings, no where to be found, and a note left on the bed. Tears formed in his eyes as he crumpled the paper and threw it down. He stood up and called (y/n), her phone was off or course. He tightened his grip around his phone and brought his fists up to the side of his head, pacing around the room. He quickly came back to his senses and grabbed his keys, heading straight for the door. He was angrily yelling at the other drivers and he sped to the airport. He barely parked before he jumped out of the car and ran inside the busy place. He searched all around, unsure of where to look first. He had no idea where he was going so he aimlessly tried to run through security. "Sir, I need to see your ticket." The guard said as he put a hand on Yoongi's chest to restrict him from going through. "I don't have one, I have to get through, I have to find someone!" Yoongi yelled desperately. "You can't go through without a ticket." "I have to!" Yoongi tried to push the guard off him. "Sir, if you don't leave, I will call security." Yoongi, breathing heavily, scoffed and back away. "Fine." He said, quietly. He tried calling (y/n) again, hoping that her phone would just so happen to be on. It wasn't. He was starting to lose hope. He balled his fist and yelled and he kicked a trash can. People gave him dirty looks which he just shot right back. He looked all around him in hopes that he would see her. He knew he wouldn't, but it wouldn't hurt. His eyes landed on a girl wearing a light pink button up coat. She was sitting in one of the sweet smelling coffee shops with her head facing downwards, staring into her lap. It was her. He couldn't see her face, but he knew. His heart beated rapidly and he sighed in relief. At this point, he didn't even want to run up to her. He stared at her for a few seconds before slowly dragging his feet over to here. He pulled out the chair and sat across from her. As she looked up, her tear filled eyes widened at the sight of him. Yoongi leaned back in the chair with his hands together in his lap. "Y-Yoongi-ah." She said weakly. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "You really think I would just let you leave without going after you?" She wiped her face. "I thought you would be gone by now." He said. "I thought so too." She whispered. "So what's holding you back?" He asked, voice cracking. "You." She said. "I-I can't leave you. I love you." She said quietly. "Then why did you leave in the first place?" She sighed. "I don't know, I was being selfish, I guess." She sniffed. "I know how hard you work and I knew what I was getting into when we started dating, but I guess I couldn't handle it anymore." She said as she played with a strand of her hair. There was a pause. "What do you want to do now, then?" He asked. Her bottom lip quivered. "I just want to go home." Yoongi stood up and grabbed her arm, bringing her up. She instantly wrapped her arms around his waist and and cried silently. His heart broke seeing her like this. "This is my fault. From now on, I'll make sure I have more time for you, okay?" She just nodded. He pulled away and wiped her tears. "I love you." He said, kissing her nose. "Now come one, I'll take you home."
