Your boyfriend was breathing steadily next to you. You couldn’t understand how he can sleep so soundly after an argument like that. He broke your favorite lamp, and that was heartbreaking, but the fact that you can sleep in the same bed together and go at it again bothered you.
You decided to rise up. You took your phone purse and keys. Right before you walked out the door, he called your name. “What are you doing?”
“I’m... just getting some air. And running midnight errands.”
He walked up to you, his bare chest heaving up and down. “What do we need to get?”
“Um... well, the Swifer Sweeper broke. And we lost Fluffy’s dog tag. And we need... cucumbers.”
He nodded. “Okay then.”
Honestly, you didn’t know where you were going. You just wanted to run away from all of the pressure. The tension between you and him was too much. You planned to take Fluffy later.
He reached out for you but you flinched. He frowned. “I’m sorry about everything. I don’t want you to be scared of me. I’ll get help, I promise.”
“You said that last time,” you mumbled.
Sighing he took your hand. You didn’t want to pull away because you knew that this was the last time you wanted to hold it. “I know. We’ll work through it together.”
“It sounds tempting. But I don’t want to.”
“What?”
“I said I don’t want to.” If Jennifer Lopez taught you one thing, it would be that you ain’t his mama. “I’m done, Jordan.”
He tightened his grip. “No, please.”
“You’re hurting me!”
He let go. “Fine. Leave. Screw someone else, you—“
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll chop off your balls and feed them to you.” You walked out the door and slammed it in his face. You smiled from the adrenaline rush and the satisfaction of finally being free.
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The satisfaction didn’t last long. You were at Walmart, because the chip aisle was way warmer than outside and you forgot your coat. Soon you were crying and sitting in the food court, eating BBQ flavored Lays.
You sniffed and took a deep breath. You didn’t want to act weak. But you did need some support.
Namjoon, your best friend, picked up on the first ring. That’s what you and your boyfriend fight over. Well, ex-boyfriend. He always thinks that you want Namjoon more. You love Namjoon, but it’s a platonic love. Jordan didn’t seem to understand that.
[B]”Y/N? Why are you calling so late?”
“Why are you up so late?” You tried to chuckle, but it came out wrong because you were stuffy.
[B]”Can’t sleep. Are you crying?”
“I was...”
[B]”What happened? Did Jordan hurt you?”
“It’s the same stuff. But this time I told him that I’m done. I don’t—“ you cleared your throat to prevent the sob coming in “—want to love someone who can’t love my choices.”
He stayed silent.
“Anyway...”
“So you’re asking if you can stay over?”
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