Josh Dun Imagines [1]

This is a Tumblr imagine this is what I'm probably gonna do for the few days maybe, no trigger warnings in this.

Packing was always bittersweet. You loved visiting your family back in England, but that meant being separated from Josh. You always managed to make it work, video chatting and calling for hours every night, but no matter how much you kept in-touch, you always missed him terribly when you were gone.

Today was going to be especially hard. Normally, you left for a week or two before returning, but this time, you were going to be gone almost an entire month. You wanted to make the most of time with Josh that you had left.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, humming softly as you folded clothes and packed them neatly into your suitcase for the trip. Distracted by the task-at-hand, you didn't even hear Josh come up behind you until he was planting a soft kiss on the top of your head.

"How's it going?" He asked you, making his way across your shared bedroom to grab his phone charger.

"Could be better. I hate leaving you." You sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes before stuffing your toothbrush in the bag.

"I hate it when you leave too. But it'll be nice to see your family, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." You said absentmindedly, folding a sweater before stuffing it into the bag. "Hey I was thinking maybe you drive me to the airport tonight? We could stop for dinner on the way."

Josh wound the phone charger around his palm. "Can't. Tyler and I are recording tonight, remember? We booked the studio months ago; I can't just ditch."

You looked up from packing. You hadn't expected him to say no. "But, it's our last chance to see each other before I leave." You whined, failing to mask the disappointment in your voice.

He gave you a sad smile. "I know baby, I really wish I could, but there's not much I can do."

"Why don't you just call the studio, ask to reschedule?"

"That's not how it works."

"I'm sure there's some way for-"

You flinched as Josh slammed his hand down hard on the dresser. His calm expression had quickly contorted into sheer exasperation.

"There's not, okay? Tyler and I have been planning this for months. I'm sorry that our plans happened to fall on the same night that you leave, but there's nothing I can do about it. I can't just re-arrange my life around your needs; I have things I need to do too. You need to learn that everything doesn't revolve around you all the time."

You froze, your eyes wide in shock. Josh had never yelled at you. Ever. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you grabbed your suitcase and headed toward the hall.

"Fine. Have fun recording." You choked bitterly, your voice dripping with sarcasm, before slamming the door behind you.

It wasn't until you were on the sidewalk outside that the tears took over. The bitter wind whipped through your thin hoodie and stung your tear-stained cheeks as you marched bitterly toward the bus stop, your suitcase bumping along the cracks in the pavement behind you. You knew your relationship with Josh had been too good to be true. You should have backed out while you still had a chance. You fought back angry tears as you realized that he cared about his career more than he cared about you. Clenching your fist tighter, you dug your nails deep into your palm to keep yourself from losing it.

You were relieved to see that there was no one waiting at the bus stop when you arrived, giving you a chance to recollect yourself before someone saw you crying. When the bus arrived a few minutes later, you had managed to wipe the tears from your eyes and make yourself appear at least semi-presentable.