Yours Truly

84: Because that is me, I'm crying alone

It stub. The brown uniform on his well built figure. His hair in a buzzcut. He had lost weight, quite a noticeable amount. His dragon eyes dark, yet he tried smiling. Flashing his dimples, he sat on the steel blue chair. A glass barrier in between him and his Hyung. Yoongi Hyung. He tried joking,
"What? The brown uniform looks that hideous on me? Why do you look so pale, Hyung-ie? Why are you crying? Is it because I couldn't become a president? Hyung I... "
"Namjoon-ah... Stop. Please stop."
Yoongi's voice cracked. Why did it have to be him? Because he is the oldest? But how can they expect him to tell Namjoon all of this? Even when his dragon eyes shone, because his Hyung came to see him? Even when he smiled, because his Hyung came to see him?
He sniffed, rubbing his tears. He pressed a phone against the glass barrier, urging him to play the clip. Namjoon cocked his eyebrow up, hesitantly nodding. Namjoon didn't know what was in that clip, but the way Yoongi's hand shook, it was rather evident that it was not good. Getting Namjoon's consent he played the long clip. In full volume.
It took Namjoon 2 minute and a half to completely grasp the situation and break down. He sobbed, grasping the microphone so hard that Yoongi swore that it would break. Yoongi buried his mouth in his palms. His pale face went red with tears. He only managed to slip,
"Namjoon-ah, I'm so... I'm sorry."
"Where did you find my Jisoo, Hyung? Where?"
"They said they found her body in the Han river."
"When's the funeral, Hyung?"
"A few days. They first need to cross out all the possibilities of it being anything but a suicide."
Namjoon smiled through his tears. Standing up, he bowed to Yoongi. His eyes hollow and filled with tears. An unfamiliar husk in his vocal cords,
"Hyung, would you guys forgive me this last time? Just this once? Would Jisoo have done it? Hyung, if there comes a day, I believe soon, let me meet her. Let me apologise properly. Let me be there, beside her. Like the groom does for his bride. She knew I loved her, right? She had to know it. Hyung, to you, to Jungkook and Taehyung-ie, to my Hoba, to Lisa, Jennie and Sierra, and to Jin Hyung. I'm sorry. I know you guys may never actually forgive me, but still I'm sorry. And, please don't hurt Jin Hyung like that. He did nothing but what I aske dhim to do. Hyung, can you tell everyone of them to hold on a bit more? To forgive me? Promise me you'll tell them that I'm sorry. Promise me, Hyung!"
Namjoon banged the table, his handcuffs jingling. A police officer rushed in, dragging Namjoon away. He just glanced at Yoongi one last time. How he looked, sobbing. His pale face going cherry red. Namjoon smiled, mouthing,
"Sorry."

"Sierra, wait."
Sierra had just turned the doorknob. But she stopped midways, turning towards the woman in her mid 40s. Glasses on her eyes, curly hair and a very warm smile. Sierra sniffled a bit,
"Yes Doctor Unnie?"
The woman smiled, putting her notepad away. She has seen Sierra grow. From a frightened soul to a woman who knows how to foght her battles. She walked tpwards her, patting her back. She talked rather slowly, but it felt warm,
"Sierra, thank you. Thank you for being strong. Be the support Taehyung needs."
Sierra smiled, nodding,
"I will Doctor Unnie. I'll send Taehyung in now."

Yoongi was visibly distressed. He felt dizzy and numb. His eyes and face cherry red. He tried hiding his stuffed nose. He turned the key inside the door lock, but to his dismay it was already open. He pushed the door, with eyes wide open. A warm smell of seasoned ramen tingling his nostrils. He saw a silhouette, apron tied at the tiny part of the waistline. He couldn't see clearly through his tears. His mind was playing with him, perhaps. He whispered,
"Jennie?"
"Hyung-ie Hyung!"
A burst of yellow sparkles. His voice was the humanification of the sun's warm rays. He was the sunshine. He was your hope. He was Jung Hoseok.
He untied the apron, with a bedazzled smile. His eyes formed crescents and his smile looked like a heart. He wrapped his arms around the smaller figure. He was warm, from cooking all day. He cold, too cold. He nuzzled his face in Hoseok's embrace, trying to take away all his warmth. Hoseok gently patted Yoongi's back. His register low and adorative,
"I made Ramen and Kimchi Jeon for you Hyung."
Yoongi nodded, his cracked voice,
"I'll just freshen up."
Yoongi rubbed his little nose, walking towards his room. But he stopped midways, turning halfways,
"Where did you get the key?"
Hoseok smiled,
"The food will get cold Hyung. We'll talk it over soju."

Lisa was just following her heart. Yes she should have broken up. But how do you break up with someone who you only get to meet if someone's dead? Who calls you only tell you about someone's death? The last time they saw each other was in mortuary. Jungkook hasn't met her, nor did he call. Neither of them have said a word, but they know they have broken up. He has to know right? He has to know about Yoon-o, right? He has to.
Lisa scratched her hair in frustration. Biting her bottom lip, impatiently tapping her right foot. The room was too dark. It was sending her chills. How she was the only one. She was hearing voices. As if the blades were calling for her. She must have been under a spell. She slowly typed a note on her phone and tucked it inside. She went ahead and locked her house. All she needs now is a 20 storey building. That would be it. Yun-o's face flashed in front of her. He was the only one, he could've helped. But how can she tell Yun-o? What if it ruins his life too?
Realisation dawned upon her. Jungkook's life changed because they were in love, then why wasn't Yun-o's changing?