Roxi P.O.V
My MV was getting more and more popular by the passing day. It was unreal, and to be honest...it was too good to be true. I left the restaurant after helping Sobo-san make some breakfast for the idols. I left right after, my large black sweater and skinny blue jeans along with my black striped adidas helped me blend with the population as I pulled on my motorcycle helmet and headed to my destination. The drive only felt like a few minutes before I parked my bike in front of the large glass building. I inhaled a deep breath of cold air and put on my mask to hide my identity very crudely. I went to the front desk and led myself to the designated room.
'327'
My hand gripped the metal door handle, just lingering there for a few moments before I finally got the strength to twist the handle. There laid a body on the cot. It was hooked up to so many machines that I could barely tell the human apart from a robot. A broken robot. A broken human. My uncle. His eyes still closed, his breathing was slow and low. His head was wrapping bandages. The male nurse who watched and observed from the foot of the bed looked over to me and gave me a pitiful smile.
"You must be AJ Torrez."he says."This man is your uncle, no?"
"Yes, his name is Richard Cruz."I add, looking at my uncle."What happened?"
"He hit his head while working on a renovation. His coworker said he fell right off the ladder onto his head."answers the nurse."He's in a coma...we are unsure of when he may wake up."
I nod, my heart snapping in half. Seeing my uncle, the man I've respected for years, so vulnerable...it made my heart break in two.
"I'll pay for life support."I whisper, signing a paper that was given to me.
~Time Skip~
I was practicing my dancing at the main building, my moves looking more and more natural with every attempt. My mind was clear, clear from all that had happened this morning, because all I could think about was the music, and how proud my Uncle could have felt. I would perform, for him and the rest of my late family. I wouldn't break down this time. By the time I was done practicing, my muscles were sore and overworked. I've been at it since eight, and now it was already three. I collected my things and put on my mask. As I walked through the company and received many words of congratulations from passerbys who recognized me. I thank them with a bow and go over to my motorcycle. After driving around Seoul for absolutely no reason than to enjoy the scenery, I come back to the dorm building. I walk up the stairs, unconsciously rubbing my thin wrist.
'Weird, where did my weight go?'
I shrugged it off. I should eat more meals at the restaurant than brushing them off for practicing. I get to the fourth floor and enter my dorm. The door across from my front door opened and Yoongi walked right in after me.
"Hi Yoongi-oppa, how was practice?"I ask, both of us taking off our shoes and placing them against the wall.
"We were just working on choreography for the new songs. How 'bout you?"he asks, walking over the couch with me beside him.
"I was just dancing you know, practicing for my first stage."I say, letting him rest his head on my lap as he laid down.
"You've been doing well."Yoongi says, shutting his eyes and un-tensing his muscles."You aren't nervous anymore right?"
"Yeah I'm pretty sure I'll do fine."I smile, placing a hand on his chest reassuringly.
His breathing slowed and I was pretty sure he was asleep until his hand suddenly rose up onto his chest, so it was right on top of mine. His fingers intertwined with my own, confusing me as he started rubbing my wrist.
"I watched your MV."he says a tone slightly deeper as he caressed my palm."You said you wrote that song yourself. But you still haven't told me about your inspiration."
My breath hitched, Yoongi took notice of this and opened his eyes. His solemn look sent my mind into a swirl of thoughts.
"Tell me."
He sat up, letting go of my hand. His intense gaze drilling holes into my pupils. I was about to tell him, but something kept holding me back. Some invisible force, something that made me fear of what could happen if I told him about it. But what would happen if I didn't.
"Do you just not trust me enough?"
That one question hit me with a bundle of realization. His tone switched from serious to sadness and surrender, looking toward the front door; all too ready to leave. I shake my head and he turns back to me.
"I trust you. So...I guess I should've told you sooner. It's not like it bothers me. I just don't see the point of talking about it now that it's over..."I sigh.
"If you're really over something then you shouldn't feel bad for talking about it. Even if you think it's a waste of time."Yoongi states, holding his hands together as he leaned forward with curiosity.
"Okay...I'll tell ya."
I took a deep breath and told him everything. He listened to every word, silence filling the room as I finished. I even told him about my worries about my uncle. It felt so nice, telling someone about my problems and thoughts. Like it relieved a heavy weight that was placed on my shoulders since the accident.
"Why didn't you tell me any sooner?"he asks, scootching a bit closer to me as I rubbed my right temple with my right hand.
"...I thought you would think of me differently."I admit quietly, focusing on the ends of my sleeves."I really like having you around me...I didn't want to ruin that. You're really nice and understanding and...and..."
I stumbled over my words and ended up shaking my head in frustration. A chuckle left Yoongi and he ruffled my hair, making me whine and slap his hand away as I blushed furiously.
"You're really stupid. Why would I think of you differently for something like that? If you think I'm really understanding then you should've told me all of this sooner."he chuckles, plopping his head back down on my lap."Stupid."
He gives me his first gummy smile and pokes my forehead, fiddling with my hand again. I smile back and watched as his smile faded as his other hand went up to cup one of my cheeks.
"It's confusing. You're so young, but you've experienced more emotions than I could ever have had in my lifetime."he says, a tinge of admiration in his eyes."You should let your past empower you. Not hold you back."
"That's...really poetic you know."I giggle."Thank you Yoongi-oppa. Now go get some sleep."
"Fine fine."he says, closing his eyes.
After a few minutes it finally seemed like he was asleep, I grab the pillow next to me so I could get up and work at my desk in my room. Just as I placed Yoongi's head on the pillow and got up, his hand softly squeezed mine as I let go. He mumbled something in his sleep while I headed to my room and closed the door.
'He's so sweet.'
