A/N: if you don't want to read this you can just skip this I would just like to apologize if this chapter will suck Been feeling kinda messed up. Hope you'll like it tho

Nami's POV

I woke up feeling cold. Realizing the absence of Yoongi beside me. My hand stretched towards his side of the bed, which is near the sidetable where the lamp is placed. An image of him popped in my head. I really like it when he wears his glasses while reading a book to sleep at night.

I miss him.

I accidentally smelled his sweet scent left on his pillow. Its just been a night but it feels like he's been gone for years.

I stood up and pulled my hair to a messy bun. Grabbing a sweater before leaving our room. Shutting the door behind me as I left. I padded to the kitchen.

Humming a tune of the song Yoongi sings to me whenever I can't sleep. He would pull me beside him. My head against his chest as he brush my hair. And I will slowly drift to sleep as if lured by his voice.

I took the fry pan out. Placing it on the induction heater that Yoongi and I just bought the other day.

I reached for the pack of ham and eggs at the pantry.

We can't be out of meat. Because Yoongi will die without them. Meat is like his oxygen. Its either meat or nothing.

I carefully poured the olive oil to the fry pan.

*Bzzt* *Bzzt*

I almost ran for my phone on the table, hoping it was Yoongi.

I slightly frowned.

Chelsea:
Hey girl. You home?

I wiped my hands dry before tapping my reply.

Yeah. Why?

I was about to put the phone down when it vibrated again.

Chelsea:
Need to tell you something. Is Yoongi home?

I furrowed. Why is she asking for Yoongi all of a sudden?

No.

Chelsea:
Good. See you in a bit.

I didn't responded. Something is telling me to get ready. Suddenly, nervousness ran to my veins. Making my heart pound on my chest.

Why is she asking for Yoongi?

I shook my head. Hoping it will clear my thoughts.

I drained the oil from the pan. I suddenly lost appetite. I propped

my elbow on the table and rested my chin on my hand. I blew out a sigh.

Something's wrong..its just that...I can feel it.

I smacked my head. Trying to wake myself up mentally. I won't let overthinking ruin anything. I placed my hand on the side of my head.

Few minutes later, the bell rang.

Some part of me hoped it was Yoongi.

I opened the door with a wide smile. But Chelsea's grim expression made me frown.

She peeked a bit inside as if looking for any traces of Yoongi.

"He's not here is he?" She asked.

"He was away last night. Well, from what I remember it was a conference. Though he haven't com" Chelsea raised her index finger.

"Yeah I know. Stop."

Completely puzzled by her reaction, my jaw dropped a bit. And I feel like my blood is slowly draining. My hands were getting clammy.

"I didn't ask where he was. Because I know."

"Wha..How..What do you mean?"

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