Can Namjoon change the trajectory of his life? 💜
When Joon returns from his enlistment, his outlook on love and life as an Idol completely shifts. He begins to question who he is and if being an idol is what he wants any longer. Joon turns to Lily...
It's been such a long work week that my brain is just spent. There have been so many meetings and strategy sessions. We are so much more than a musical group now, this is a business as well, and we are always planning what's next -six months from now, a year from now, five years, and then seven years. How do we grow? What directions can we go in - and should we?
The plans change and pivot as needed, but strategic planning is essential to keep ourselves and BH, as an organization, growing well into the future. The constant innovating and pioneering are weighing heavy on me today, and I finally had to take a moment for myself to get a coffee cup before heading to my studio.
I open the opaque door to my studio, sliding off my shoes as I inhale the heavenly scent of the rich coffee in my cup. I need the caffeine desperately to try and help me shake off all the meeting fatigue I'm experiencing. As I approach my computer, a beautiful blue envelope is leaning against it that wasn't there earlier.
Who has been in my space?
The royal blue envelope has my name written in silver lettering. I place my coffee on my desk and settle down into the soft fabric of my office chair, looking at the envelope with curiosity.
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I open it slowly to find a handwritten note inside. Instantly my heart clutches in my chest when I recognize the writing. Trying to control my breathing, I read the message.
Joonie,
Please, you can't keep ignoring me like this. You know my heart has seven pieces, and when one is missing, I'm shattered. I need my friend back.
Meet me at the duck pond at 6 p.m. I know that your schedule is free.
Please,
Lily
Breathing in deeply while I try to gain some self-control, I catch the faintest scent of her perfume wafting up from the paper. My synapsis fire; I begin shaking all over with memories of Lily dancing in my thoughts.
Lily. God, I miss her so much.
I know it isn't fair. Lily has tried to reach out a few times since I came back from my enlistment, but I just couldn't face her. I thought a few years away would change things, but here I am, my heart beating uncontrollably while thinking about her, and I can't do that. She was meant for Yoongi-Hyung, they are perfect together, and it makes me feel like an asshole that I can't seem to let her fade from my thoughts.
Yoongi must have delivered the envelope for her.
As if Yoongi had been reading my thoughts, a knock at the studio door wakes me out of my thoughts, and he ducks his head inside.
"Namjoon," he says gently.
"Hyung," my words are soft. I look at him with guilt washing over me like a tidal wave, and I feel like I'm about to drown.