My Song For You [JJK]

XVIII

I took the first bus to Daegu, Knowing it's the fastest roadway to get there. The whole ride, my stomach churned in anticipation, bile rising up to my throat multiple times.

The couple didn't tell me much, just gave me an address with a sympathetic smile and a word of advice from her mother, "Don't see her if you didn't mean it.". I didn't understand what she meant, But I didn't push her for further questions. I'd go see her no matter what, I have  to see her no matter what.

Not just because she's not married now and I've chances to woo her, I'm not that low. I just need to make sure she's okay and find out what went wrong. 

Because the last time we talked, she was head over heels for that dude from her college. She was crazy over him, enough to run away with him if her parents didn't accept the two, so what happened?

 I left their house after dinner and immediately dialed Jin hyung to let him know that I would be gone for a while, again. Of course I didn't get away with it that easily, I can still hear the colorful curses from the other side of the line. 

 And now, as I stand in front of a white washed building, I gulp hard. The urge to vomit amplifies to the point where it becomes necessary that I throw up. So I rush into the gates and surprisingly, no one stops me.

Do they recognize me or is my face green with pressure like they show in the cartoons?

Anyway, I run to the front desk to ask for directions when the lady in front of me giggles into the phone, "Oh Mr. Min, stop it!"

Min? As in Min Yoongi?

Hell nah, This is South Korea, There must be tons of Mins here.

My pace falters, nausea long forgotten as my ears perk up at yet another sentence from the bubbly lady, "8 will work for me too, Yoongi-ssi."

Okay, So maybe not that Mins in Daegu.

Upon seeing me approach, she whispers something into the phone, probably 'goodbye', and turns to me with a cheery smile, "How can I help you, Sir?"

"I'd like to see Mr. Min Yoongi." I flash her a boyish smile and she nods politely, "Do you have an appointment?"

I slide her my business card and playfully smirk, "Do I really need one?"

Her expression changes visibly, jaw dropping and eyes widening at the card. She stumbles her way out of the little booth and fixes her attire, "This-This way, Sir."

My smirk deepens and I follow her as she leads me through plain white corridors to a room, Probably Yoongi's.

Hold on though, Where am I? Isn't this supposed to be a residential building where Y/N lives? It sure doesn't look like it, considering that there're very few rooms even on the second floor. It looks like an office of some kind, a recording studio perhaps.

But why would Y/N's mother give me this address?

The petite lady knocks on the wooden door thrice until a deep voice arrogantly yells, "What the fuck do you want?!"

The lady gives me a tight smile and whispers, "He's usually more behaved than this."

"I see." I nod with amusement.

"Yoongi-ssi, Someone important is here to see you." She turns towards the door, slightly turning the handle and peeking her head in and the same arrogant voice counters, "Whatever, Tell them I'm working.", Although this time his voice gets softer.

"But he's-", The woman tries to argue but I push the door open from behind and walk in with my shoulders squared up, "Mr. Min Yoongi."

Realization hits the pale man and he gestures the woman to leave the room. He stands up and walks over to the door to shut it close. I internally smirk at his height being shorter than mine as he walks past me.

His dyed grey hair shifts smoothly on his forehead as he perches upon the desk and crosses his arms in cockiness. 

Sure, He's handsome in an obvious way but personally, I would rate myself higher than him. Plus, I'm bulkier. Not that he's skinny, one can tell that he does his fair share of workout, Just not like me, The infamous muscle pig.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

That snaps me back to the situation at hand and my eyebrows shoot up, "You know who I am?"

"Who doesn't?" He tilts his head to the side, His voice bored.

Tch. Touché.

I nod and he continues, "I really liked your work on Busan love. It's my personal favorite." 

I smile widely at his compliment, my heart melting at his compliment but I shake my head immediately when the sane thought flashes in my mind, He's the enemy here.

"I'm not here to talk about work.". I clear my throat authoritatively, even though this is clearly his office, his territory.

It's his eyebrows that jump up this time and he genuinely asks, "Then what else do you wanna talk about?"

I blink slowly, This is it. The truth will spill out soon.

"About Y/N."

He frowns for a second but then mutters, "Which one?"

My gaze goes stone cold when I see him feign indifference and I grit my teeth, "How many Y/Ns do you know?"

He turns to look away for a few seconds, his own stare hardening, "What about her?"

"Where is she?"

"How would I know?"

"Didn't she come to see you?"

"Yeah so?"

"So isn't she in Daegu?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't you two date?"

"Yeah but that was a long time ago."

"Wait, What happened?"

"She broke up with-- Hey man, Who the fuck are you? And what's with all these questions?"

"I'm Y/N's friend, I wanted to see her."

"You're her friend but you don't know her whereabouts?"

I falter at the question and he notices. I sigh, "Look, I know this probably looks suspicious to you but-"

"Probably?" He cuts in and I inhale harshly, "I know this looks suspicious but I really am her friend and I really need to find her so just-"

"Look man, Just because Y/N and I didn't end things in good terms and I hate her guts more than anything in my life right now, doesn't mean I'll sell her out to some strange rich dude."

I scoff in disbelief and argue, "It's not like that!"

"You can go now, I gotta work."

With that he settles down on his chair and turns his back to me, putting his headphones on.

I walk out of his workroom more confused than ever. She broke up with him? But why? A new found hope buds within me but I crush it with my own thoughts.

Pulling my phone out, I search for the last resort that I swore I wouldn't use because, well, it's extremely stalker-ish. And back then, I had no reason to look for her for I vowed to give up on her... But things have changed.

Now I need to find her, I need to know she's alright and fine. Even if I have to cross some boundaries and morals.

The phone gets picked at the third ring and I waste no time in my request, "Jin hyung, Find someone for me."

It's just as they say, Desperate times calls for desperate measures.