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UMM, I HAVE AN A/N / SPEECH / THANKS SPEECH. YOU CAN READ IT AT THE END END IF YOU'D LIKE. (it's pretty lengthy, js)

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It's now been three weeks and every time Namjoon comes back into his dorm things in your room suddenly start to disappear. Things that were hung on your wall gone. Your things weren't in the bathroom anymore. And your clothes were getting less and less.

Drawers were cleaned out, the closet is almost empty. Everything is literally gone, but clothes. Since then, Namjoon stayed in his dorm waiting for you to arrive. He never got a second of sleep. His insomnia grew worse then what he started with.

The boys were always on edge. Nobody has ever saw you since that day you ran off. There's no news on you. At all.

Puff, gone. Like ashes.

The guys never stopped looking. It's like they were trying to flip the city upside down. And their insomnia grew just as bad as Namjoon's. Taehyung blames himself everyday he's conscious. Guilt was eating him whole and he can't help but weight all of this on himself. He fucked up. Really bad. And he can't fix it. He can't apologize for what he's said but words can't be taken back when said. It'll forever linger in the air.

In memory.

3:30 a.m

Namjoon sat on his couch, his chewed up finger nail in between his teeth, his leg constantly moving up and down, chewing harder each time the clock on the wall tics. He's staring out the window, the moon out and bright, brightening the streets and part of his living room. This is what he does. Sits and stares out the window, chewing on his nails, constantly shaking his leg.

He even ignored the 'love of his life.' And Namjoon never ignores a single call or text. He'll text back even if he's jumping off an airplane. He loves that women so fucking much. But she ain't shit in his mind. He doesn't even remember her or anyone. His mind constantly whispering in such whispy voices saying:

"Where's y/n?" " Will she come back?" " She wouldn't just leave." "Right?... No!" " She'll leave! She DID leave!"

The lock clicks and Namjoon snaps his head to the side to look at the door. The lock clicks, turning and he's up on his feet faster then light and runs towards the door. Unlocking it quickly, with his heart beating in his chest.

ITS Y/N! SHES HERE! SHE CAME BACK!

He quickly unlocks the door, heart beating in excitement and hope. Swinging the door open he shouts, " Y/N!" Ready to engulf you into a hug but stops seeing not, you. It's his girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend? Whatever she is he doesn't care. It's not y/n, it's not you. He sighs disappointingly and turns away crushed even harder. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up so high.

" Why havent you been answer my texts or phone calls Namjoon! I've been worried! I haven't heard from you in weeks! And who the fuck is y/n?!" His umm.. girlfriend shouts? Namjoon doesn't spare her any glance and sits back down in the chair going back into the same position. " Namjoon!" She huffs, following behind him. Standing in front of him blocking him from viewing the outside. " I'm talking to you!"

" Not now, Yeeun." He manages to hoarsely say. " Leave and shut my door."

" Who's y/n!" Namjoon sighs, getting up from the couch and heads towards his room slamming the door shut behind him. " Namjoon!" Yeeun shouts, turning. the knob only to be locked. " Open the door!"

She should probably leave before she causes a fool of herself. Namjoon doesn't give a shit. He has other matters to worry about and Yeeun, his ex girlfriend isn't one of them.

" Mom, I still have a few things to pick up... My friend is going to help me and bring them." Your mother nods, waving you off. She's in her silk pajamas, laptop in front of her, glasses at the tip of her nose, full attention on her work. It's Saturday... There's days off but somehow her mother can't stop working. The effect of having a lawyer mother.

It's late and you didn't want to bother him but of course he would message you this late in the night. Everything is back into your old room, the bright pink on the wall, huge beautiful flowers hand drawn to the wall. Everything is still the same since the day you left off to college.

Well, was.

You've managed to paint the whole entire room a dark blue, hanging some lights against the ceiling. Nothing was taped to the wall. It was just a blue room with a bed and filled with clothes and a few boxes.

Sitting on the ledge of the stair case, swinging your legs staring off into the darkness. With your mind only going back to that day. It's like you can feel it. As if it just happened yesterday. But of course, you've always managed to wonder off and think about the boys. And as much as you tried not to. Namjoon was always the main character that takes over.

But it's like you can physically feel something... for those boys. And it was just a constant thought. You wanted to go back and see them. Get held by every single one of them. But you couldn't. You promised yourself, promised to Ten you wouldn't.

He said a lot of inspirational things that it opens your mind to something new. Learning. It's best to distant yourself from something that isn't healthy for you at all. If it constantly fucks with your mentally leave it alone.

Let it go, even if it hurts.

Eventually, with time and patience. Everything will slowly turn out way better then what you left off at. Turning to a new blank page and starting a brand new chapter in life.

And that's letting go of whatever 'relationship' is going on with those Seven Sins.

DING!

C H A T

Honey🍯 : I'm here.

You: Ok, coming.

" Lets get this over with..." One last, exhale and you hop off the porch ledge walking down the long drive. For some reason, your heart is beating rapidly fast and your stomach is turning with fear. With no idea as to why.

A sign. Listening to instincts that something is to happen or come.

And that's the possibility of seeing Namjoon after nearly being gone for a month. These both will definitely bump heads.

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HELLO HELLO,

WELCOME TO MY THANK YOU SPEECH! FIRST OFF, THANKS SO MUCH FOR GETTING THIS "NaMjOoN" fanfic to NUMBER ONE IN KIMNAMJOON!!

*MIND EXPLODES*

ITS AN HONOR AND I CANT THANK YOU ALL ENOUGH!!! This book literally just SKYROCKETED out of NO WHERE.

believe me when i reach 4k reads i was umm, shaking. I was like WTF IS GOING ON. (1k tbh)

NOW THIS MF AT 17o SUM K VEIWS AND IM CONFUSED AS TO WHY. BUT I AM FOREVER AND ALWAYS GRATEFUL FOR THE SUPPORT, READS, YOUR TIME, AND LOVE.

YA'LL COMMENTS GOT ME PEEING MYSELF. YOU GUYS ARE SERIOUSLY FUNNY AND SO HUMOROUS. I LOVE IT. (but i'm sensitive when those humors comments talk shit about my characters actions >:(. Staph, it before i get my boys and y/n to jump y'all.)

ALSO, I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO THANK YOU GUYS FOR YOUR INCREDIBLE PATIENCE. I KNOW MY POSTING SKILLS LACK A LOT BUT I PROMISE I AM TRYING.

I HOPE SOME OF YOU GYYS STICK AROUND AND READ MY OTHER WORKS WHEN THIS BOOK OFFICIALLY ENDS. and if NOT!

I'M TOTALLY OKAY WITH THAT! I WOULD ALWAYS BE THANKFUL FOR YOU READING ONE OF MY BOOKS.

SO, once again. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE TO MAKE YALL PROUD OR SMILE, OR LAUGH, CRY IDK. ILL CONTINUE TO EORK HARD!! FIGHTING YALL!!

SIDE NOTE:

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