Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 47

LEENA'S POV 💍

I stayed awake the whole night, my mind restless and my heart pounding. Yoongi hadn't come home yet. The food on the kitchen table, untouched, was a bitter reminder of the dinner I couldn't bring myself to eat. I kept replaying every possible scenario in my head, each one worse than the last. My fingers hovered over my phone, dialing his number over and over, only to be met with the same frustratingly empty response: "The number you have dialed is not reachable. please try again later"

Jimin and Jungkook had no idea where he was either, which only heightened my worry. Where are you, Yoongi? I thought, my breath hitching with each passing second. I wanted nothing more than to feel his arms around me, to bury my face in his chest and find solace in his presence.

Laying down in bed was no comfort; it was like a cruel joke. I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard I tried. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to summon his image in my mind. I could almost feel him there, his warmth wrapping around me, his steady heartbeat against my ear. It felt so real in those fleeting moments of darkness. But when I opened my eyes, the void was crushing. The bed was empty, the room silent. The suffocating emptiness was unbearable.

I stared at the ceiling, the minutes ticking by slowly. Each second seemed to drag, pulling me deeper into a pit of anxiety. My heart ached with a fierce longing for him to come back, to reassure me that he was okay. Until then, all I could do was hope and pray that wherever he was, he was safe.

MORNING ☆

In the morning, everything felt like it was closing in on me. I couldn't bring myself to eat breakfast. The thought of food was nauseating; it seemed like a distant concern in the face of my anxiety. My mom, who usually had an intuitive sense about these things, noticed something was off. She came up to me with a worried look and asked, "What's wrong?"

It felt like my throat was tightened, my voice trapped in a cage of worry and fear. I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound came out. It was as if the weight of the last few hours had stolen my ability to communicate. My family, a tight-knit group that included mom, dad, my dad, Namjoon,yn and Leeah, all looked at me with concern etched on their faces.

They were all worried, their eyes filled with an urgency that mirrored my own. But I couldn't bring myself to speak. I felt paralyzed, overwhelmed by the sheer force of my fear for Yoongi. I wished I could tell them everything, explain why I was like this, but my voice refused to cooperate.

The room felt suffocating, their concerned gazes only amplifying my sense of helplessness. I just stood there, trying to hold myself together, as everyone around me waited for an explanation that I couldn't seem to give.

"leena, what happened? I saw you didn't have food last night as well" 

"nothing. i'm just not feeling like eating anything. I have some works to do so I'll be upstairs" i mumbled and ran upstairs. 

I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall, when YN walked in carrying a tray of food. Her presence was a small comfort in the midst of my chaos. She set the tray down gently on the bedside table, her movements careful and deliberate, as if trying to handle a fragile situation with the utmost care.

I looked up at her, my throat still tight, unable to find the words to express my gratitude or my despair. Her eyes were soft and understanding, reflecting a concern that felt almost tangible. She took a seat beside me, her voice soothing as she said, "You need to eat, okay? It's important."

"I.. can't"

"you're about Yoongi? that's understandable. but do you think yoongi will like it if he hears after coming back that you didn't eat anything since he's gone?"