My tear-filled eyes burned as I ran down the walkway of our apartment.
I admit I have been jealous of him and his new colleague for over 3 months now without saying a single word to him about it. But this time, it hurt like hell.
She had been walking him home and they stood at the entrance of the apartment staring all lovey-dovey into each other's eyes.
I didn't have to confidence to interrupt their little moment but I soon regretted it as I watched her smash her lips into his.
Namjoon didn't move an inch, I just stood there waiting for some kind of reaction but there was none that fit my Ideal.
I knew it was over as soon as I watched the shock slowly wash away from his face as he slowly closed his eyes.
I didn't need to see anymore, H- he was enjoying. He liked the kiss.
I quickly turned around the corner and started to run in the opposite direction.
I didn't know what I expected, within the first month of meeting her he had become distant, we haven't had a proper conversation for weeks, the only interaction then we have had was dinner,
and our common "Hi." and "Bye."
Somewhere deep down I truly blamed myself. Maybe If I tried harder to please him, Maybe if I made time for him. Maybe if I had visited him at work.
We weren't so distant.