Yang Jungwon x fem reader
It's a bright glow,
A twin flame - an intense soul connection with someone thought to be a person's other half
An incredible slow burn
In which two drastically different opposites meet again after years and immediately a...
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5 minutes earlier...
Hearing the panicked voices across from the other side of the voice; my heart immideiatley dropped.
"Mom, what do you mean?"I forced the words out , still trying to process what I had heard.
"Well honey I , your dad and I got into a small accident while driving home.I got out easy, Just a fractured arm.Your father is the one in the hospital; I didn't want to bother you i know you're really busy these day but I thought you should know because I haven't seen him.
And , And I don't know anymore."
"Stop, sorry You guys are never a bother to me."
"Sorry Mom, How serious is it? what did the doctor say? Have you seen him?Are you sure you're okay?The kids?."
"Im fine, its just No one is telling me anything, the kids are at Auntie Myoui's.I just , I thought you should know."
"Im glad you told me. I'll be on the next flight."
"Are you sure you can make it?."
"Thats not important, okay please just hang on.Try going home and resting. I need to go"
"Well, i suppose i cant stop you.Ill see you soon."
"By Mama."
I put down my phone; gazing back out into the stage at the crowd.
"Come on, you're late we have to go back out for the closing."
"No, B- you see , I."I stammered, quite litteraly being pushed back out I turned to face the crowd.
My first concert was something I had anticipated dearly,however now that that the third hour had rolled around and I had only the closing song to sing I found my heart being caught in my throat.
Now holding up the microphone i looked through the crowd once more; how could I dissapoint my fans when they came all this way.
Thankfully it was quite a slow, vocal based song so the choreography was barely anything.
I cleared my throat, before lifting my microphones to my mouth and started singing.
Even though My throat was beginning to burn, and tears were easily beginning to build up, I still shakily held up the microphone.
"Sorry, sorry guys."By now it was like i couldn't even stand up straight anymore; I crouched down onto the floor off the stage.
I was glad to still see some supporting cheers from the crowd but ; how was I supposed to focus on anything.
What am I doing.
I lowered my head.By now there was no use in continuing,as I scrambled to get up I bowed repeatedly and didn't look back as I ran off.
