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Yoongi was now sitting on our couch and drinking coffee.

All I wanted was to sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

But I was worried he'd push me away.

I sat next to him and sighed, "Oppa...?"

"Yeah?" He answered, not looking away from the television.

"Can I use your shoulder as a pillow?" I asked.

"I don't care." Yoongi sipped his coffee.

That wasn't the response I wanted...

I rested my head on his shoulder anyway, smelling the cologne he devoured himself in.

"Oppa, I don't wanna go out of the house by myself anymore."

"Why not?"

"I'm scared something bad will happen..."

"Like what?"

Like death...

"Huh... never mind." I sat up, "Let's go out to the park together."

"I'm not in the mood." Yoongi shook his head.

I rolled my eyes, "You never are."

"And?"

"Why can't I just spend time with you?"

"Jihee, you do realize we aren't even married, yet,we're living in the same house. We spend a lot of time together." Yoongi scoffed.

"That doesn't count! All we do is see each other at the house and talk a bit! It doesn't even seem like we're dating! You know what, I don't care anymore." I stood up, grabbing my backpack, "I'm gonna go to my intern job early."

"Be safe!" Yoongi warned.

"Like you care." I said sarcastically and left.

I didn't go to my intern job at all, I just went to the very top of an apartment building near by and stood at the edge.

I was going to die anyway... so might as well end it myself, right?

I felt myself swaying a bit with the wind.

Scared to jump, but knowing I should, I just inched closer to the edge, feeling tears in my eyes.

Sorry Yoongi... I know you stopped loving me. I've stopped loving you too, Yoongi.

It's mutual... right?

No.

I still love Yoongi just not the Yoongi he's been lately.

And I know he'll change when he gets used to his job.

His love...

Really has disappeared, though.

I dangled my foot out above the traffic below, planning to just walk off as if I was on a ship's plank.

Before I could completely fall off the edge of the building, I felt arms wrap around me and pull me off the edge.

"What the hell?!" My head landed in the chest of someone. Someone who felt familiar.

The smell had smelt familiar too.

It was Yoongi's cologne.

I looked down to find myself sitting in between the legs of Yoongi.

Those were his jeans and those were his shoes.

He still had a tight grip around my waist.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" Yoongi asked.

"I was thinking about killing myself." I said honestly.

"Why is that?" Yoongi asked.

I bit my lip, should I tell him...?

"Because... my time is up. It's my time to die..."
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