Last Day

I can feel something on my shoulder. Like something soft keeps rhythmically pressing against my skin. What is that? I sleepily swipe my hand towards it, shooing it away. It starts again but this time I can hear whispering and start to wake up more, "Jagiya, wake up. . . It's time to get up or you'll miss your flight." I feel something soft press against my shoulder again and realize what it is: Lips. Namjoon's lips. He keeps leaving kisses across my skin. Memories of last night creep into my mind and I start to smile but then it dawns on me what he said. "Your flight." MY flight. The day I go back home. I pull the covers over my head, "Let me be. If I miss the plane, I can just stay here for the rest of my life." I hear him chuckle as he pulls the covers down from my face, "As much as I want you to stay, you were intent on going home for a reason. C'mon, it won't be so bad now that we're together. We'll visit each other as much as we can and call everyday but for right now, Jenn and the guys are waiting for us downstairs for breakfast. I packed your bag so you could sleep in as much as possible." I make a whining sound and he laughs, before I kick the covers away. He heads downstairs to give me some privacy while I shower and get ready.

I stare in the mirror while the shower warms up. My body is marked with subtle hints of the night before but I feel happy. I shower and dress in my thin white shirt, black mini skirt, and my red hi-top Converse. Joonie's favorite. I think about how passionate, careful, and sexy he was last night. We ended up staying awake most of the night. He asked me anything and everything from my favorite color to my family and even school memories. We spent most of the night trying to memorize as much as we could about each other.

Out of nowhere I hear a bunch of yelling and ruckus coming from downstairs and I run down the stairs to see what's going on.

"Ooooh!"

"Yah! Joon-hyung got attacked by a cat last night!"

"I think he lost!"

"What are you talking about?" Namjoon asks, looking confused while everyone is laughing and carrying on. Then I see what they're laughing about. There's dozens of thin bright red scratches all over his back, far worse than his chest. I start laughing and grab his hand, pulling him up the stairs. I pull him in front of the mirror and turn his back towards it, "I'm so so sorry! I didn't know!" He looks at it and laughs it off. "I guess they all know now. I'm never going to hear the end of it."

We arrive at the airport. The guys came along to say goodbye. Namjoon hasn't let go of my hand since the moment we left the loft. They silently stand close by as we check in. Someone walks by us with music playing from their phone and Hobi starts dancing. I can tell he's trying to cheer everyone up but even I can still see the somber look in his eyes. One week. It took only one week for all of us to grow attached. I don't know when I'll see them again and the thought is enough to make me want to cry. I'm going to miss every single one of them.

We reach the security line to the terminal and just look at each other. All of a sudden JK crushes me to him. He puts his head on my shoulder, "I'm going to miss you, noona." It's enough to make me cry as I hug him back, "I'm going to miss you, too. I promise to stay in touch and respect your hyungs!" He laughs and steps back. I look over and see Jenn in tears, Jin's arms around her in a hug. Jenn and I take turns telling the guys goodbye until finally Namjoon is left. My Joonie. Tears are still streaming down my face as he places his hands on my cheeks, wiping them away. Without thinking, just desperate to not leave him, I grab his shirt and pull him closer, kissing him. He kisses me back until we finally have to come up for air. My face is in his chest as he rests his chin on the top of my head, "FaceTime me as soon as you land. I'll keep in touch everyday no matter what, even if it's only a second to see your beautiful face and I want you to do the same, okay? We'll do whatever we can to make it work, okay?" I nod my head into his chest, "I promise." I hear Jenn tell us it's time to go. Namjoon pulls away and looks at me. I study his face, trying to memorize every bit of him like a photograph. He kisses me on my forehead, nose, each cheek and then my lips. I can't bring myself to say the word "goodbye" so I don't. Jenn grabs my hand, we look at them one more time and walk towards security.