♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Yeonjun's POV | 47

"Thanks."

I turned my head to look out of the window, and I analysed the familiar surrounding areas and scenes around me. Oh, it felt so good to be back home in Korea. There's nothing like returning back home from elsewhere... ESPECIALLY when you have pretty unpleasant memories and experiences in that place.

"Ack!—"

"Everything alright?" The driver asked, sounding very concerned.

"Sorry about that, it's just my leg, no worries." I chuckled.

For whatever reason, I felt a sudden pain in my thigh where I had gotten the surgery. I didn't feel it in the plane, but right now, h think my nerves are just getting the best of me.

I leaned my head back, trying to distract myself from both the pain, and Beomgyu, and I then slowly drifted off to sleep.

*They arrive a little while later, and the Uber driver wakes Yeonjun up*

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and someone saying my name. I was so tired, I couldn't tell where I was, what time it was, or even who the fuck I was.

"Hm?" I rubbed my eyes, trying to loosen my eyelids to get them to open, and to clear up my sleepy, blurred vision. "Huh?"

"Jet lag, huh? Hahah, we're here Mr. Choi."

"Where?" I asked groggily. "Oh... oh. Oh! Oh shit! Okay here, hold on." I pulled out my phone and tipped him a good amount of money.

"Oh— sir, that's a lot..."

"Ah, just take it. You made good conversation, and you woke me up... and you weren't mean about it. Also the ride was smooth as hell. I couldn't even tell I was still in a car." I grabbed my backpack, and stood outside of the car by the passenger window. "Thanks again man."

"No problem, Mr. Choi. Take care."

"You too." I stepped away from the car and watched as he drive off before entering the apartment building. As soon as I stepped foot into the lobby, the apartment air came and hit me at once. It smelled so good, so familiar. It smelled of cool lavender, and new furniture. Ugh it was great.

I sluggishly walked over and into the elevator, pressed my floor number, and waited patiently to arrive at my floor. I used the railings to brace myself, as I felt like I was gonna just collapse at any given moment. This place either was really empty, or it's just me.

*elevator ding*

The elevator doors opened, revealing the beautiful, tiled flooring leading down to the very end of the hallway.

I started walking.

...#124...

...#125...

...#126...

*sigh*

After all this time... room #127.

(PUKUPUKUPOWPOW PUKUPUKUPOWPOW)

I brought my bag to my front side and opened a tiny pocket that I still had my key in, and slid it into the keyhole.

Once I got the door open, I still stood outside for a few seconds, before stepping on and leaving my bag on the floor near the shoes, and hanging Gyu's jacket nearby.

I took a deeeeeeeep breath.

The place still smells the same. It looks the same too. It's so neat. Even my bedroom door is closed.

I am headed STRAIGHT for the shower. I feel gross. All weird and sticky, still carrying the scents from France, and the plane. AND both of the aeroports. Ew.

I walked in, closed the bathroom door, turned the water on to the hottest setting, stripped, grabbed a wash cloth and towel from the cabinet, then hopped in. I let the hot water burn off every germ I still had clinging to my body, making my skin red from minor burning. Fuck it, I'm so damn numb right now, I can barely feel the burning sensations. I lathered up my favourite lavender body wash onto the cloth, and began scrubbing my body. Every crack and crevice. I think washed myself twice actually.

Then I did my normal hair routine, hopped out, dried off, mostly, then brushed my teeth.

As I brushed, I looked into the mirror wondering... and wondering...

What should I have done differently in our relationship to make him stay? Whose fault even is this?

*plegh!* I spit into the sink and rinsed out my mouth before securing my towel around my waist and reaching for the door handle to get out.

And man, may I say, jet lag is real— cause what the actual fuck is this?

Also, I was shocked when it finally clicked in my head that it felt "empty," but that's cause it's 5 something in the morning, ON A SATURDAY, and everyone's asleep.

Anyway, I feel much better now. More energised. So fresh, so clean.

(Again, stan NewJeans)

I turned the door knob to open the door and leave the bathroom.

Leaving the room, though I could only see my bedroom door from the very side, I noticed that it was open? Wide open too. I don't remember it being open... I could've sworn it was closed when I got here. Orrrrr, maybe I'm just going crazy.

Honestly, I'm lost likely just hallucinating. Barely enough food and sleep, plus medications? Yeah I'm seeing shit.