(This is sad man....real sad...)
THIRD PERSON POV: "Aww, you guys are so cute together." A girl gushed to Namjoon and (Y/N). (Y/N) and Namjoon were in their homeroom, a good twenty minutes before class started. She was sitting on his right thigh and he had his hands around her waist. "Thanks. I'm glad you think so. But he is the cute one." (Y/N) smiles, running her hand through his hair. "Oh, but you're the cute one, babe." Namjoon countered smoothly, looking up at (Y/N) as he tightened his grip on her waist. (Y/N) snuggled closer to his chest and blushed. They were the perfect couple. Everyone wanted what they had or they want to be them. But.....there's always trouble in parsdise. YOUR POV: After school, Namjoon and I started walking home, the cold winter air chilling my face. Little snowflakes scattered down and decorated the streets and trees in a thin sheet of white. "So what do you want for Christmas?" I looked up at him. He shrugged and continued looking straight, not paying much attention to me. "Okay. Whats wrong now? Are you okay?" I cock my head to the side slightly, moving my scarf so I could speak clearly. "I'm fine." He answers, monotonously. I don't know why I try with him. He obviously doesn't care. "You're coming over my house after school today?" I ask, hoping to get more than a two syllable answer. "Yeah. I guess." Well, I got three syllables this time. I nod and look down, watching as my shoes made footprints in the snow. I loved it when it snows. I met Namjoon on a snowy day...but, something about him has changed. I worry whether or not he loves me anymore. I doubt he still does. NAMJOON'S POV: Why must I be feeling like this? (Y/N) and I are walking to her house after school and I feel so conflicted. I want to continue being the cool and collected guy she fell for last winter but I also want to be able to blush at her cute little quirks and have the right to have little fanboy moments when she does the sweet little things she does, like making me lunch or gives me matching key chains. I love it when she acts like that but.....I'm scared if I show her my sensitive side, she will think I'm too soft and leave me. So I have been acting cold and distant. Being the cool aloof guy I was before I fell this hard. We rounded the corner that led to her apartment. She reached into her backpack and got out her keys. She opened the door to her apartment, walking inside. I followed. I take off my shoes. Placing my backpack on the couch, I sat next to it. She walked to the kitchen and turned on the light. "Would you like some hot cocoa?" She asks. I shrug and look away, reaching for the tv remote. I hear her sigh and the sound of her steps receding. I shake my head and sit back on the couch, feeling guilty. I turn on the tv and wait for (Y/N). She walks out of the kitchen with the mugs. She places them on the table. She doesn't say anything to me and sits on the other couch, across from me. Away..from me. I shake my head and pick up the mug. "What wrong now?" She asks. "Nothing." I answer, just as cold. "Oh so you think this is nothing?" She sits up and places her mug on the table. "What are you talking about?" I look at her. "Us. Something is obviously wrong and we can't even talk about it. I know you have a reputation to uphold but I would like to be treated like your girlfriend and not just a girl you make out with." Her voice becomes strained. I can't bring myself to look at her. I hear her scoff and she stands up. "Get out." I hear her say. I look up at her face. She is looking away from me. I stand up and look at her. "Babe...what are you saying here exactly?" I ask. "I...." she sighs. "I think we should take a break." She mutters. I feel like I'm going to cry but I nod slowly, turning to walk out of the door. I grab my backpack and walk out of the front door, slamming it slightly. YOUR POV: I can't believe I just did that. I plop down on the couch and cover my face with my hands. I cry hard. I love him so much but it was obvious he didn't love me like I loved him. I didn't want to feel like I was holding him down anymore. NAMJOON'S POV: When I walked out of (Y/N)'s house, I heard faint cries coming from behind it. I made her cry. I have never made her cry before. How can I make this up to her? I have put her through so much... I walk all the way home and into my front door. I head to my room immediately. When I walk into my room, I slam the door behind me and flip on my bed; frustrated and angry. I could feel hot tears making their way down my face. What have I done? To Be Continued.