Junk

Missing You

        As she exited the dance room, she noticed all three of the maknae line staring, wide , gaping eyes at her. She was startled, visibly startled at their attention. As her song lyrics started to play out on the booming room speakers, she smiled a slow, satisfied grin. Proud of herself for writing the very words that everyone was hearing. Suga looked at her bewildered. How had she managed. He himself had succumbed to the dark voices in his head and fell into a deep pit of depression. That was while he had six others supporting him. Now he was okay, but in that hole he felt completely alone and deserted. It was always so cold. He never realized that she was his flame. The fire to stave off the cold, always. His muse, passion and inspiration. He never realized how much she meant to him until she was gone. How had she done it? Without him, for 5 years, with a child and now she was even more famous than him in the music industry. That was saying something; for he was worldwide famous and in a pop band that was now a massive success. She was truly amazing.