Hahm Yunhee is home. A place of safety. A place of comfort. And yet, a large segment of her heart is missing, left behind in an unreachable world.
Park Jimin is trapped in a parallel universe, fighting for survival while striving to find a way back...
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Tae pocketed his phone and slipped his reading glasses on top of his wet hair as he quickened his pace. He was heading back to his depressing residence, a bag of snacks swinging beside his leg as his worn sneakers squelched through the puddles left by a deluge that matched his outlook.
As he approached his provisional base, he noticed Suga seated on the wall outside, his legs akimbo as he enjoyed a cigarette and admired the brightening skies. Deciding to join him, Tae dropped his bag and hopped up, lifting his pensive gaze to the heavens as his friend finished his smoke.
There was a solitude of peace between them, and for a brief moment, Tae forgot all of his woes.
'Your resting bitch face is almost as bad as mine.'
'Impossible,' Tae mumbled as he closed his eyes against the sun breaking through the clouds.
Suga released a gruff snort, smearing the end of his cig along the wall. 'She been in touch yet?'
'Yeah. Yesterday.'
'Oh? What'd she say?'
With a heady sigh, Tae lowered his head and cast a hurting sidelong glance at Suga. The truth was, he hadn't told any of the guys that Yunhee had finally replied to one of his texts. He'd been too embarrassed by her succinct and somewhat blunt retort.
'She said she's fine.'
Yunhee was not fine, however.
It had been five days since Hobi had enticed her into his squalid flat, three since she'd said she was leaving town, and now Tae had no clue as to her whereabouts.
He'd even checked his apartment yesterday, but everything inside their old home was the same. Not a single item of clothing gone, not one sweater moved, or one hair bobble touched. It was like the woman had vanished, yet again, off the face of the planet.
That was until last night.
I'm okay x
Tae hadn't expected a reply to his last text, so his eyes had nearly bugged out of his head when his phone pinged a minute later. To say that he was over the moon was an understatement. Yunhee's fleeting message was a step in the right direction, but after typing out a pushy response, he'd instantaneously hesitated.
The group agreed that she was frightened. Perhaps not in a position to tell anyone what she was withholding, but Hobi had mentioned that she was willing to talk to them when she was ready.
It took a lot of willpower for Tae not to shoot that missive and press the woman for answers, but he convinced himself that her text was enough for now, and finally accepted Hobi's cutting advice to back the fuck off.
'Are we wasting our time here with all this?' Tae asked absentmindedly, thinking of the mounds of paperwork and computers filling the apartment above.
Granted, they had taken a step back since Yunhee's reappearance; there was little to investigate now that she'd shown her face, but Tae knew that there was something jaggedly off kilter about her situation.
