Chapter 30: Falling Apart

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Reyna's P.O.V.

I had called Hyejin yesterday, updating on her what was happening now that we were back in Korea. Rachel popped in now and then reminding our dearest eldest that she was alive and well and that she was extremely sad that she wasn't coming home.

I on the other hand a completely different reaction. I was pissed. Most of all I was disappointed.

I spent two hours with her on the line, convincing her that she had to come home. Even if it was just for a week or even a few days, she really had to come back cause we were all mot the same without her.

She's my best friend and I can handle not seeing her since it's only been about two months since I was last with her and being an introvert I didn't feel the need to see her so often. Not to mention us having a low maintenance kind of friendship but the others hadn't seen her for almost four now and they had missed her like crazy. 

Like they actually went insane when Jin said she wasn't coming back after their own very long conversation over the phone, two weeks ago. He wasn't his usual Jin self, cheery and trying to make everyone laugh, he stayed in his room most times and when the guys forced him out of it, he'd stay on one end of the sofa, his arms crossed and barely paying attention to the world around him. One time he even threw his phone halfway across the room, probably hating that Hyejin hadn't called or he was getting frustrated he didn't call her. Either way, Jin was not having it.

Speaking of crazy, Hobi cried at the news that she wasn't coming home and Taehyung locked himself in his own room, not coming out for two days. Dahee said that he was contacting Hyejin the whole time asking her when he could visit or when she'd come back or if she would even come back at all. Those two were particularly close to our matriarch and they weren't coping very well. Hobi was so pissed at her he wouldn't even call her even when she tried ringing him, almost leaving him a voicemail that he'd listen to and bite his knuckles so that he wouldn't cry after hearing her voice. You'd think they were the one's in the relationship with her.

I was scrolling through my phone at the various Hyejin's assistant sent me regarding work, looking at the many proposals for shoots and nominations for photographs that I either had to make an appearance for or send a video message of gratitude and I just didn't feel like doing that right now. 

I was in Yoongi's room, rolling on his bed while he stayed at his desk, mixing beats and composing songs. He had his headphones on and was completely absorbed in the music. If I left now he wouldn't even notice, heck he wouldn't even notice if the sun went down then up again. But as if he could hear my thoughts through some type of telepathic connection he paused his program and turned towards me and taking off his headphones "What is it?" he asked then crossed his arms.

I mimicked his actions, sitting straight up on the bed before responding "What do you mean?"

"You got something on your mind, what is it?" How did he even know that? And again like he could read my thoughts he said "I could feel you staring at me earlier, now spill." There was no point in hiding from Yoongi, when he cared enough to let you speak you should probably speak so I did.

"I'm just so angry at Hyejin, I mean I love the girl but everyone's practically a mess. Hobi keeps breaking down, Taehyung sometimes isn't a chirpy mood and it affects Dahee and then JK gets affected too. Rachel keeps trying to call but can never get past the 'I'm so sad you're not here unnie' speech, which really tics off Hyejin you know, so Jimin gets all concerned for his lovey dove and then there's Jin who's just not happy right now and it concerns RM. He's so worried about his hyung he can't eat or sleep himself, watching Jin like a hawk and babying him so he'd stay in shape and it's all just annoying, you know what I mean?" I didn't really expect him to respond, I just needed to rant, and Yoongi was the best neutralizer for my anger.

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