Yours Truly

49: The comfortable darkness that is swirling from afar

"Yoongi."
His name pricked him, as if. He felt heaviness on his shoulders. Dragging him down. As if his past was coming back.
Mr. Min sat there. Calmly sitting there, back leaned on the rocking chair. His glasses glistening due to the only tiny light at his right side. Hiding his eyes.
"Dad... I really am tired. I don't have it in me to hear you out. Let's talk tomorrow."
"It is about the little affair going on between you and Kim Jennie."
Yoongi felt as if his feet slowly turmed into lead, mid step. With a sharp turn he looked at his father. Disbelief written all over him,
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Mr Min chuckled, slowly getting up. Walking towards his mini bar,
"Now that I have your attention my son. Sit down, have a drink with me."
"Tell me what you guys are planning to do to us!"
"Patience Yoongi. Patience get's you to the top. Look at your father, for example. When I came to Seoul, for the first time, I had nothing in my hands. Nothing at all. I could've given up. But instead I held out, with patience and a big brain. And look at me now. The biggest business man in Seoul."
Yoongi slumped down. He knew his father too well. The man gets what he wants. By hook or by crook. He huffed,
"I just came back from a funeral. I really don't have time for this. Let's cut straight to it. You are a business guy, you know how precious time is."
Mr. Min passed a glass filled with an orange liquid. Yoongi scoffed. Scotch was always his father's first choice.
Mr. Min twirled the glass in his hands. The ice cubes clanking against the glass. He leaned on the bar table,
"So, Jennie Kim, huh?"
"So, killing time, huh?"
Mr. Min chuckled. Swatting his available hand in the air,
"No no. Just... You know? Double checking facts. Yeah, so why her?"
"Why anyone but her?"
Staying calm when the opposing party wants you to lose it, amkes them lose it. Yoongi always knows this works. And even if it doesn't work, it just makes you look mature.
"Fine! I'll just get to the point! We have fixated an alliance for you, and I believe Mr. And Mrs. Kim did as well."
"Really? What a surprise! I wasn't aware of it at all."
Yoongi knew if Mr. Min hated something the most, after failure, it was sarcasm. Yoongi smirked seeing his father being on his last straw.
"Listen, Min Yoongi. Ji-eun's parents had a deal with your mother and I. Your marriage would just enhance the future of both the companies."
"So would Jennie and my marriage. If I take your ideas into account, what you're saying is that my marriage with Lee Ji-eun would merge two companies and would just expand your business. But this would still be possible if Jennie and I get married. Actually, your business would be bigger than ever if that happens. We are leading the charts, the Kims are our closest competitions. The Lees aren't even in the game. Imagine what would happen if the biggest players of the game become one. We would be undefeatable."
Min Yoongi could always think like a business man, thank goodness. He looked straight into his father's eyes with an untarnishable confidence. Mr. Min knew his own blood. He sighed, throwing his heada down,
"Min-ah... I get where you are going. But we had a deal..."
"A deal isn't a deal until it's done."
"Lee Ji-eun is a good match."
"Jennie is a better match for me."
"Aish! Ji-eun is calm, collected, graceful, elegant, cutesy, young."
Yoongi giggled, his eyes like a crescent moon. His gums out. He looked like a steamed bun with his pale white skin and fluffy cheeks,
"Appa. You sound like a pedophile!"
He downed the last bits of scotch left in his glass. How it stung his throat. He loved that feeling. The galss against the marble counter top clanked. He stood up, bowing gracefully,
"I've made my choice. Kim Jennie. And I don't have to justify why. It's no one but her. So, good night Abeoji."

Nothing but jelly. Mushy, squirmy jelly. Her legs felt like gummy warms. Sierra thought her ears were echoing a white noise.
She dropped her purse and keys on the small bowl by the door. Her empty eyes looked back at Lisa,
"Make yourself at home Lali."
She tried to smile, looking at the girl in front of her. As if looking into the mirror almost.
Tears poured out of her eyes as soon as her lips dared to move to create a smile. Lisa's lips upturned themselves in an attempt to show that they weren't going to smile as well. Lisa threw her arms around Sierra. Two hearts in a crying mess. Neither daring to be left alone for a second.

Grief was a terrific friend. A friend who will never leave. Even if you tell them to. Grief was a strong venom through the veins. A slow poison. An intoxicant. That slowly pushes you towards insanity.
Kim Jisoo was a victim to grief. Kim Namjoon felt his heart wrench and twist and turn. His eyes on Kim Jisoo. Digging the ground as if that's all that mattered. The darkness in her heart. The darkness on the sky. Even the moon perhaps had locked itself in one of the chambers.
Namjoon always believed, leaving someone on their own to resolve the grief inside them worked wonders. But he couldn't leave Jisoo all alone with a wound so deep and so fresh. So he hid. He hid behind the curtains. Kim Jisoo doesn't have to know that.
The sky grumbled. Maybe with a faint attempt to ask Jisoo to kindly move away from the lawn. So that it can cry. It can cry it's heart out. So that it's tears can reach the ground. It's tears can reach the ground and bloom flowers.
Jisoo didn't know how to stop as if. Raindrops tapping the top of her head. She couldn't care less. Her lips formed an "O" shape when the rain suddenly stopped falling on her head. But the melancholy tune of the sky was still slowly playing out. Her eyes going up, until they found another pair of eyes. Sharp dragon eyes 6ft off the ground. Strongly holding the umbrella, with a dimpled smile that was a front to hide his breaking heart,
"Soo-ya, let's go inside."
Jisoo's shaking hands slowly grapped the handle of the purple umbrella. Then slowly her hands gained control over Namjoon's wrist. And the next moment Namjoon was standing under the same umbrella as hers. She slowly whispered, pointing towards the ground where a small rose plant stood,
"Oppa, look. Our Roseanne Park."