Winter Flower

Chapter 12: Tokyo

I arrived at the Haneda airport in Tokyo at 11:30 pm that night. Exhausted, I grabbed my luggage from the baggage claim and walked outside to hail a taxi. I was getting annoyed because all of them were full. "Son of a bitch!" I yelled.

"Kiss your mother with that mouth?" I heard a male's voice say. I squinted my eyes angrily.

"It's been a shit day, I'm exhausted and I just need to get to where I need to be." I turned around and stopped myself. My tone changed quickly. "Yuto."

Adachi Yuto stood before me near a bench. "Hey Haruna," he walked up to me. "What are you doing here?" He looked around me.

"My Grandfather is sick," I said and smirked. "And if you're looking for Namjoon he's not here. He and the rest of Bangtan are on a world tour."

He looked almost relieved. "Are you staying at your Brother's house?"

I shook my head. "No room there. I got a hotel."

"A hotel?" I nodded. "Let me take you."

"Thank you, Yuto," I smiled as he took my luggage and I followed him down the runway.

"You're welcome, Haruna."

I followed him to a limo parked all the way down at the end.

"Are the rest of Pentagon with you?" I asked as the driver got out of the car and opened the trunk.

He shook his head. "No, it's just me," he said as the driver put my luggage in the trunk and then opened the back door for us. " I actually came here for a photo shoot. "

"I almost forgot you're a model too," he nodded. "Talk about double trouble." He laughed as the driver asked me which hotel I was staying at. I took a piece of paper out of my pocket and looked at it. "The Shinjuku Prince Hotel."

"That's where I'm staying."

"Oh thank god," I said. "I'm glad you're here in Tokyo with me, Yuto."

"Me too."

We arrived at the hotel and I checked in. Yuto and I went our separate ways and I went into my room. I sat down on the bed and called my brother, hoping he was still awake.

"Moshi Moshi?" A woman's voice answered on the other line. She sounded tired.

"Mama?" I asked. "Is that you?"

"Haruna," her voice picked up when she realized it was me. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the Shinjuku Prince hotel. Yuto brought me here."

"Oh ok, I'm glad you made it safe."

"How's Grandfather?"

"It's touch and go." I could hear her voice crack.

"Do you want me to be there now?" I asked, looking at my luggage, ready to call Yuto to give me a ride.

"No, Haruna," she said. "It's late and you need your sleep."

"Ok, Mama," I said, knowing not to argue. "This is my number. If anything happens, call me. Yuto will have me over there as soon as we can."

"My sweet Haruna," she smiled on the other line. "My only daughter. I will."

"Goodnight, mama."

We hung up the phone and I stood up and started to unpack my suitcase. I pulled out the pajamas that I was wearing earlier that day: Namjoon's baggy white t-shirt and my purple PJ shorts. I changed my clothes and slipped into bed before sending a text to Namjoon.

"I made it to my hotel in Tokyo," it said. "I'll text you in the morning." I sat down my phone and turned on the television, finding some strange Japanese drama called "Blazing Transfer Students." and smiled at the idol boy band that starred in it.

"Oh, Johnny's West," I said to no one. "I love them." I slowly fell asleep watching tv.

I must have slept soundly because when I woke up the sun was already shining through the windows. I woke up with a start and looked at my phone. One missed call. My heart sank and my stomach was in knots. I saw there was a message left on the phone. I called my voicemail. It was Keiichi.

"Haru-chan," he said slowly. "Grandfather passed away early this morning. Come to my house as soon as you can."

The phone hung up and I never took my ear off the receiver. I sat there in shock, not knowing what to do. My Grandfather was gone, and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Numbly, I looked at the phone and began to dial Namjoon's number. Before I did, there was a knock on the door. I got out of bed and answered the door.

"Good morning!" Yuto said happily, holding a box of donuts. "I thought I'd bring breakfast." His expression changed when he saw I wanted to cry. "Haruna, what's wrong?" I stepped to the side and he came into the room, setting the box on the desk. I shut the door and broke down crying, falling to the floor. He hurried up to me and hugged me. "Shh, it's ok. What is it?"

"Ojichan is gone, Yuto," I said between gasps and tears. "I didn't even get to say goodbye."

He held me in his arms as I cried. "I'm so sorry Haruna."

"I need to get dressed to go and see my family," I said as I began to stand up and he let go of me. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a clean bra, and a black shirt and walked into the bathroom to change. Once I got dressed, I walked out of the bathroom and found Yuto sitting on the bed, talking on his phone. He hung up when he looked at me.

"I was just on the road with my manager. I told him that I'm going to have to cancel my photoshoot today."

"Yuto," I protested. "You don't have to."

He shook his head. "No, Haruna. I'm going to be with you all day. It's the least I can do." I was honestly happy that he was taking the time.

"Alright," I breathed as I grabbed my purse and put the strap over my shoulder. "Let's go."