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[PART 30]

Like promised, the next day while Yoongi was out of his home, you received a call from an unknown number. But it wasn't completely unknown, Jimin had told you to expect Namjoon's call so this must've been it.

"Good afternoon, Miss Yln—"

"Yn's fine," you corrected quickly, hating how formal that sounded and the connection to your family it reminded you of.

"Pardon me, good afternoon Yn," he tried again, "Jimin said to call, are you seeking financial advice?"

"No, I'd like to return the money Yoongi gave me. Every penny," you requested solemnly, looking out at the city for one of the last times.

After tomorrow night you were leaving the country, putting as much distance between you and the life you had here. You had a running start with the money you recovered from Dohyun's safe, as well as anything you made from your site, and with it you were going to reinvent yourself.

Start anew. Be someone else, somewhere else.

The more you thought about it late at night, the more alluring the idea had become, and now that Yoongi's execution had been scheduled for tomorrow evening, you had your small window to set things right.

"That can be arranged, is there a deadline?" You were relieved to hear the faceless man's agreement, he must've been used to receiving orders and just acting on them instinctively.

"I need you to do it tomorrow, eight pm," you requested.

By then you should be at the meeting point, and hopefully Yoongi wouldn't know until you were long gone. A ghost of a memory.

"Okay, consider it done. Have a good day," he bid you farewell before ending the call, and you took an encouraging breath, leaving the phone next to your laptop and watch on the coffee table; all gifted and all ready to be returned.

Yoongi still wasn't aware of your plans to give him back what was rightfully his, but you felt the need to leave him with something that showed your appreciation. Because you did appreciate Yoongi and all he'd done for one thing. He had shown you how to be confident, how to truly see your worth and stand up for yourself when you needed to.

That's what you were doing by leaving.

You were finally realizing that you deserved happiness, you deserved love and if Yoongi couldn't give you that, then you couldn't be with him either.

Sat back on the bed, looking glumly at Asuga while she head butted your legs, you sighed. You were going to miss her too. But steeling your nerves, you put pen to post-it while leaning against the nightstand.

Min Yoongi,
With any luck I'll be out of the country by the time you find this, but I wanted to say thank you for everything, I hope one day you can find your happiness— I think you need it.
I hope you'll continue to take good care of Asuga, she likes it when you rub her ears. I know you'll be good for each other.

And please don't be mad about the money. I needed a clean break.

Thank you for the memories, and the growth you've ignited within me. I'm going to live the life I deserve and that's all thanks to you.

Once yours,
Yn Yln

Addressing him so formally felt strange, it reminded you of when he first told you his name in the elevator that first day. But this was already your third re-write and you were becoming emotionally exhausted. So you were leaving it be this time, reading it in your head one last time to make sure you got it right.

A clean break also meant returning your pretty jewelry, jewelry you didn't feel totally belonged to you anymore. So with post-it note in hand, you took it across the suite, leaving it on the coffee table near the fireplace, sitting on top of the Apple products. You wanted to make sure it was easily located once you were gone.

Next, you ventured to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, you stared at the woman who looked back at you. She looked like you, but she didn't feel like you. It was like you were looking at an imposter, you hadn't been this emotional since mom—

"You can do this, Yn. Just one more day," you cut your spiraling thoughts when they threatened to make you cry.

Instead lifting your hands to your ears one after the other. Two earrings then sat on the counter, your ears instantly feeling lighter from the dropped weight. Next was the necklace, never ceasing it's enthralling shimmer even as you took it off and placed it down. Last to go were your rings but taking them off hurt most of all.

You held your poker chip ring to your face, admiring its beauty one last time and kissing it before three crisp knocks came from the other room. It made you jump, and hurry yourself to the door in case it was Yoongi and he caught you removing all of his gifts.

"Good evening Yn, sorry to disturb you but Mr Min has asked if you'd like to join him for your last meal together?"

For the last five days you'd eaten your dinners alone in your room if Yoongi was home early enough, but seeing this as your last chance to be close to him and seek your own closure to the situation, you nodded.

"I'll be there in a minute," you requested and Jimin bowed on his way out.

*

Sitting silently at the table with Yoongi filled you with sadness. He hadn't looked at you since you arrived, gaze immediately slipping to your clavicles as if knowing you'd removed your jewelry. But his expression never changed, he didn't look hurt, or upset. Just the same ever-present stoic features.

And while he ate, he stayed oblivious to your discreet gaze. You wanted to commit his face to memory, even if that last memory was of him so cold.

He really was made in the image of God's most sinful Angel. The perfect, cut jaw underlining plump rose-tinted lips. The endearingly small nose that sloped gently towards sharp eyes. Eyes that cut and cured with just one look. 

One day you'd tell your grandchildren about this story— your dangerously sordid affair with the biggest drug Kingpin in Korea. Watch their eyes fill with fascination and wonder as you detailed the extravagance and secrecy of a world right beneath your noses.

And with any luck, by then you'd be at peace with the outcome of your short stint in this universe. Wondering from afar, how his life turned out.

Would he have grown his empire even larger like he always told you he planned to? Did he raise Asuga, and give her a life of love and affection? Did he find his own true happiness?

Those were all questions for the future. Questions you'd never get answers for. You'd just wish and pray he did.