Gangster's Paradise ?

The plane touched down in Canada, and Namjoon felt a wave of restlessness ripple through him. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, his mind consumed only with the image of YN. As they moved through the airport, he turned to Anna, his tone tense yet controlled. "Where does she live here, Anna?"

Anna shot him an irritated look. "I don't know, oppa. She never told me, and it's your fault she even came back here!" Her tone was sharp, and Namjoon could feel her frustration. She was angry with him, and he couldn't blame her. He was starting to feel angry with himself.

They booked a hotel, a small suite overlooking the bustling streets of the city, and checked in without further conversation. Anna and Taejun headed to their rooms, each wrapped in their own thoughts, while Namjoon was left alone in his. He paced the room, staring at his phone and scrolling through every message, every tiny bit of contact he'd ever had with her. And for the first time in his life, Namjoon felt truly lost.

Hours passed, the city outside darkening as night fell. Unable to settle, Namjoon stepped out onto his balcony, breathing in the cool night air. The stars glittered above, the moon full and bright, casting its soft glow over the city.

He looked up at it, remembering how he'd once caught YN watching the moon from his own balcony, her eyes shimmering with wonder as she stared into the night.

He leaned on the railing, his eyes drifting as memories of her flooded his mind. He could still see her smile, bright and unguarded, as she teased him about his serious expression.

He remembered the way she'd laughed the first time he'd tried to show her something he thought was impressive-how her laughter had somehow softened his pride and made him feel a strange sense of warmth he hadn't understood at the time.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts spiraling back to that night before she left. He'd been at a party, that much he remembered. But everything after was hazy. He vaguely recalled returning home, feeling uncharacteristically drained in alcohol and collapsing into bed. And then... The memory was still so fresh, and he remembered her warmth next to him. He could feel the faint touch of her hands on him, gentle and unassuming.

He clenched his fists, frustration boiling inside him.

"What did I do?" he muttered aloud, the words slipping out in the quiet of his room. "What happened that made her leave?" His voice cracked, but he didn't care. He'd never felt this kind of emptiness, this gnawing guilt that tore at his heart.

"Did I... say something to hurt her?" he wondered aloud, his mind replaying every encounter, every word he'd ever spoken to her. He'd been harsh with her, yes. But she had always come back, always looked at him with that unwavering, adoring gaze. And now, the thought of never seeing that look again was unbearable.

"Why did I push her away?"" he thought, leaning his head against the cold metal of the railing. For the first time, he allowed himself to imagine a life without her. A life where he'd never hear her laugh, never see her eyes light up at his slightest attention, never feel her warmth next to him. He felt his heart clench, a heaviness pressing down on his chest that he'd never felt before.

Meanwhile, across the city, YN sat alone in her small apartment, her own gaze fixed on the moon. She drew her knees to her chest, the silence of her empty room pressing down on her. She was exhausted, her heart worn from crying, yet still, thoughts of him filled her mind. She'd tried to escape him, tried to put thousands of miles between them, yet here she was, still haunted by his memory.

She looked up at the moon, feeling a strange connection to it, as if it alone understood her heartbreak. "Why did it have to be him?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why did I fall in love with someone who will never love me back?" A tear slipped down her cheek, shimmering in the moonlight.