{HIATUS} Éternel: Between Two Worlds (#3)

iiii. Together Again

Warning: This chapter contains brief depictions of blood, and contains death.

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⁹ Eyes glued to the mirror, I spun around in my navy blue dress, checking to see how it fit after years of it being tucked away in the closet. A prominent frown crossed my face as I realized there was a tear in the back, the option of wearing this dress being thrown out the window. With a sigh, I took off the dress and dropped it on the bed, looking over my other options, a red evening gown and a black, skintight dress that would definitely be more appropriate for a night on the town than a dinner with Korea's biggest boy band.

Part of me was mad at myself for putting so much thought into something so menial, especially since I knew this would be the one and only time I would allow myself to see them again. After this, I would disappear off the map, no matter what happens.

As I slipped into the red evening gown, my mind wandered back to the night before I took the boys to the Jinsei Chamber, chills running up my spine as Yoongi's words echoed in my mind.

"Alright, what's going on?" Yoongi asked, letting out a huff as he looked down at me, clinging onto him underneath the blankets. My arms were wrapped tightly around him, holding him close to me, my body fighting back to urge to cry.

"What, I can't hug you?" I said, trying to make everything seem okay, but of course, Yoongi knew me better than that.

"As much as you love to cuddle, I can tell this is different. What's on your mind?" Yoongi laughed, seeing right through my lies as he rubbed my shoulder with his warm hand, turning his head to look at me.

"I just missed you."

I stared at myself in the mirror, all emotion draining from my face as the rest of our conversation played out in my head.

"Actually... Yoongi, can I ask you something?"

A heavy breath left my mouth and my eyes began to water, Yoongi's words causing my heart to twist and wrench.

"If I had a way to take you back, would you go?"

"No. I'd stay here with you. I never want to leave you. I want to be with you."

A tear slid down my cheek, his final word landing with a thud in my chest.

"Forever."

Shaken from my moment of grief, my phone's alarm went off, and I cursed under my breath, rushing to slip on my heels and apply a light layer of makeup. I slipped my phone into my purse and took out my car keys, heading out of the house to get in the car.

As the minutes flew by while I drove to the restaurant, I felt my heart beginning to pound, and my muscles tensing with anticipation. I wasn't even focused on the road, just the unwanted memories of the boys and the thought of what was to come.

Finally, with seconds to spare, I arrived at Butchelli House. Nearly all the parking spots were empty due to tonight being a private event. Of course, there were a few reporters and paparazzi, but I simply slipped on a mask and slid by the crowd into the restaurant, ignoring all of their questions and callouts.

I was immediately greeted by a man in a blue suit, who smiled and extended his hand for me to shake. I accepted his hand and he extended his other arm out to his left.

"Come with me."

The man led me further into the restaurant and took me to the back where the private rooms were. He opened a door to our right, and when I entered, I froze on the spot, staring at the people sitting before me.