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(A/n: Thank all so much for 68k reads! This book keeps growing and growing and honestly, it makes me so happy, thank you all, once again! I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕✨)

{P.S.; Yoongi looked absolutely stunning in the Marie Claire photoshoot, I only state the facts! }

Requested by: @I_Am_The_MULTIFANDOM

Song: "Holding You Close" by Late June
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M/N's P.O.V

It had been approximately a month since I'd seen his breathtaking face or heard his deep, soothing voice. I couldn't get his face out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. The way he smiled, the way he used to hug me, the way he gracefully played the piano, while I sang; the memories were all stuck in my head, playing on a constant loop. His memory wouldn't leave me alone; he just stayed there taking up a majority of my thoughts. I wanted to tell him how I felt, I wanted to hold him in my arms, but I knew if those words left my tongue they could never be taken back from the icy air.

I knew wouldn't feel the same. I would only be rejected, a feeling that felt like actual physical pain. I've seen his past girlfriends, they were all beautiful and smart, but sometimes they didn't have a beautiful heart. He always seemed happy with his girlfriend when he had one, but in the end, they always left him for someone else or he left them, saying they were annoying or that they cheated. It hurt to see him get girlfriend after girlfriend, but sometimes people fall in love with the wrong people. It's not their fault; their hearts took over and choose someone.

Love isn't a choice that's what we've all been told a majority of our lives, and quite frankly it's true. We can't choose who we love, our hearts beat for certain people. People, we may not even know that well or sometimes, our best friends become the people our hearts have fallen for. Love is such a silly thing, and what's even funnier, is absolutely no one knows how to control it. No one and no one probably would ever be able to. Emotions are funny little things, aren't they?

I sharply inhaled, killing the silence that had captivated me, after hours of laying in my cold, queen-sized bed. I shifted onto my side, hearing the bed creak as I moved. I laid there, hoping to fall asleep, so I could ignore the awful feeling that formed in my stomach. I hated feeling like I wasn't in control, it made me uneasy. I shifted again, feeling irritated that I couldn't get comfortable, no matter what I did. My hands tightly clutched the tan comforter, my knuckles quickly turning white. 

'Just call him and that uneasy feeling will go away.' My thoughts nagged, causing me to roll my eyes, mentally scolding myself for even thinking such things. 'Maybe you'll be able to properly sleep if you do.' I ignored the voice, not daring to pick up my phone and call him.
He hadn't messaged or called me in nearly a month, no one had. The only people who had talked me were, my landlord who came and grabbed the monthly rent, and my next-door neighbor came over and asked if I had seen her cat. Unfortunately, I hadn't and our conversation was cut short since she wanted to continue looking for her beloved cat.

What worried me the most was, the fact my parents hadn't even called. They usually called me every week to make sure I was healthy and not living off ramen noodles, again. No one bothered to message or call me anymore, it was almost like I was isolated. Maybe I was, in a sense, my walls had begun to feel like they were prison bars, lately. Prison bars kept me locked in this lonesome apartment that was deprived of love and warmth, never to let me out.

I flipped up the menu screen where I could turn on my flashlight or use my calculator, but that's when I saw it. My phone had been on airplane mode this entire time, meaning wouldn't get calls or messages. I turned it off, ignore the 123 notifications that flooded my phone.

Just as I was about to set my phone down, a sharp running filled the air, starling me from my thoughts that had once tightly embraced me. I picked the phone up again, checking at the contact name before I did anything else. My eyes widened when I saw who it was, causing me to quickly hit the accept button.
"Namjoon?" I spoke, my voice softer than I expected it to be. "What's wrong? You usually don't call me."
"Thank god you're alive." He stated, letting out a sigh of relief. "No one's heard from you in almost three weeks, (M/n)! Everyone was so worried, no one could get ahold of you, so Yoongi just thought he'd go to your apartment to make sure you were alive." He paused as if he wasn't sure he should say what he was about to say next. "He's been so scared this week, panicking whenever you wouldn't answer this calls. He even cried with worry." I flinched at his words.
"My phone's been on airplane mode this entire time..." I quietly remarked, a blush of embarrassment spreading across my cheeks.

I put my phone on speaker before setting it down on the nightstand. I smiled lightly, hearing him continue to scold me as I picked out new clothes from my dresser. I need to change fast before Yoongi got here, I didn't want him to see me in the clothes I'd been wearing for nearly two days. He probably wouldn't find that appealing.