In Your Dreams (A DahMo Fanfic)

17: Fragments

Mina struts in our area, with a cheerful smile on her face. "Momo-ring, I know this is short notice, but something came up." She whips out two tickets to 2ne1's reunion concert. "Would you like to watch it with Dahyun-ssi tonight?" (A/N: I wish.)

Oh my God, these tickets sold out in less than ten minutes. Not even scalpers couldn't get their hands on a single ticket. Mina's really connected with the right people in the industry.

Before she could say anything, I snag the tickets off her hand. "Damn, you even got SVIP tickets?! You sure you want me to have it?" Mina shrugs and smiles.

"Yeah, can't ditch this family affair," she says.

Sana, on the other hand pouts and puts her hands on her waist. "Why didn't you ask me? There's two of us here!"

"Don't worry, I know you're more of a SONE, right?" Mina quips, doing the "Mr. Taxi" dance.

"Huh...you better," Sana says, pursing her lips before going back to her desk.

I can't wait to show this to Dahyun—she's gonna flip!

Jihyo loudly clears her throat—her favorite method to tell us to go back to work. What a buzzkill.

***

"Are you serious? What the hell is this?!" Mr. Kang, the head of Creatives, roars from around the corner. Out of curiosity, I take a peek and see him looking up at Dahyun from his desk. She stands at attention, like a docile child, against her fuming superior. What the fuck happened here?

As I see Dahyun's lips tremble, a sign of impending tears, I step in.

"Sunbaenim, is there are a problem here?"

Upon seeing me, Mr. Kang recomposes himself by combing through his slick hair. Dahyun, on the hand, keeps staring at the floor. Don't worry yeobo—I'm here now.

"Ms. Hirai...it's nothing—just a miscommunication between me and Ms. Kim," he says, prompting Dahyun to return to her seat.

I want to go over to her, but it would be too telling. HR people can't play favorites, after all. "Sunbaenim," I say, putting my hand on his desk. "Please remember that we do not tolerate outbursts, especially violent ones, in this company."

He grunts in response, before heading back to his monitor.

***

"What happened back there?" I give Dahyun a warm hug as she looks at the buildings beneath us.

She just shakes her head and kisses my forearm. "It's just something stupid—he was furious because I used Paint instead of Photoshop to design something."

That is odd—that's like using a phonebooth instead of an e-mail to contact an applicant. "Well, why did you that?"

"Why? Because I could," Dahyun snaps back. She closes her eyes her eyes a takes a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm just pissed," she immediately says, pulling my arms back to wrap her.

"Well, you can forget about that," I say, pulling out the tickets from my purse. The joy in Dahyun's eyes returns, resembling a child being presented her favorite toy.

"Omo! Is this for real?! How—"

"—Mina," I respond in anticipation.

***

"I have to pee," Dahyun shouts over my ear, once 2ne1 took their set break.

"You want me to come with you?"

She shakes her head. "Don't worry, I'll be quick.

"Okay, don't take too long. They haven't performed 'I Love You' yet." And, with that, she zips off from my sight.

It's expected that a concert of this magnitude would fill the dome to the brim, but this is ridiculous—no one's sitting down, even during breaks. You could feel the venue shake with every clap and jump from the audience. Being here is surreal; even if we're so close that we could practically smell the smoke from the machines.

A few more minutes pass, then the PA system announces, "We will resume in three minutes. Please go back to your respective areas." Still no sign of Dahyun. Again, the same spiel comes from the speakers. After texting her (because making a call would be impossible at this point), my head scans around looking for a very fair-skinned woman. The attempt proves to be futile as the venue goes dark, with only the stage being lit.

***

My fellow audience members slowly disperse, with some of them going "I'm so happy I could die now" and "This is the greatest day of my life." I want to chime in along with them, but I still couldn't find Dahyun. Where is she? Why isn't she responding to me?!

"Ma'am, please head over to the nearest exit," a nearby guard commands, waving his hand over to the giant door on my left.

Before I could convince him to let me stay for a while, Dahyun steps inside with a female guard by her side. She rushes over and clings onto me; it's obvious that she had been crying.

"Yeobo, what happened? Where were you?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find my way back," Dahyun answers apologetically.

I look over to the guards with their stern expressions. "Why didn't you at least help her?!" Normally I'd be very calm dealing with other people, but I've been bottling my worries for over an hour. And, with the way my mind works, I've visualized at least five bad things that could've happened to Dahyun.

The female guard calls me closer to her. "Ma'am, I know you must be pretty angry right now. But, believe me, we tried to take her back." She looks over to Dahyun, who's checking her phone right now, before returning her attention to me. "We asked her where her area is, she said she didn't know. So I asked her if you were near or far from the stage..." the guard pauses, listening to her walkie-talkie.

I clear my throat, still waiting for her story to finish.

"Sorry. Anyway, she told me that she had no idea."