REMEMBER October

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Yoongi had learnt to never question his superior. Being asked to record his latest project with another was something to question.

Yet, as he typed back his reply he couldn't find it in himself to ask why.

Yet, when he laid eye upon that ugly big rock that greedily chose to sparkle at any light. Then it was the fingers that surrounded the rock.

He froze then an there, remembering how those fingers used to run over the keys of his keyboard as they created something else.

Then his eyes finally met her own, she stood with her eyes wide as his own. He waved with a tight-lipped smile.

Telling himself over and over again.

Act like a professional.

This isn't Sibi.

It almost worked. Until two hours later, they mixing their vocals singing a song he was growing to hate.

Looking into her eyes with the greatest amount of strength he had to tell himself over and over again that he wasn't looking into the eyes of October.

He had to tell himself that the woman in front of him was the reason to the new stream of melancholic songs showing up in different voices.

This wasn't his former writing partner, who he produced some hits with and won awards with. That wasn't October.

It was Ms Kang.

As she became more vocal he felt his voice strain, this wasn't Sibi either. It wasn't the girl who cried at animated movies and knew the soundtrack of Mulan off by heart.

That girl was gone.

As they got that thumbs up, he understood just why he didn't like the song any longer. He needed to stop the constant up and down of his emotions. He had to find a way to reign in the childlike hope that she was in there.

Alive and well enough to be annoyingly jovial.

As he removed his head phones, he the engineer beckoned him to the other side of the studio. He left the booth with complete relief.

"I was thinking, instead of you singing this part that you would rap it." He spoke.

Yoongi laughed, "Why are you so concerned with the details?" looking at the song he shrugged. "It's just a demo for the next artist to change."

"Uh..."

"Actually, it's yours."he looked up at Ms Kang.

"I don't understand Ms Kang," he said. Straightening up as he did so.

"Please," it sounded like a plead. "call me by my name."

He chuckled bitterly, "alright Eunhye." He said her name, her real name.

"The big man thinks it's time you start releasing through our label." Yoongi's eyebrows drew together.

"I don't understand." Of all songs they would choose Seesaw. It meant so much and too little.

Looking at the reason behind the song made him smile at fate, convinience was key here. Mr Kang was smart.

Yoongi understood it now, he could see it. He was finally pumped up with a passion he had lost when he started falling for Sibi. "Okay."

He walked back into the booth, slipped on the headphones and waited for the track to start again. It came easy to him, losing the melodies to harden it all.

Yet opening his eyes and seeing the encouraging look on her face. Excitement clearly written on her features he felt his stomach twist in knots.

The butterflies long forgotten but fear coiled it's way through. The one thing the foolish hopeful within him couldn't let go of.

The part of him that screamed into his ears. Shouting in what ifs and if onlys saw hope in the look on her face.

The smile was back, her hands cupping her own cheeks he was reminded of the late nights and early mornings they spent in tiny apartment. Watching his ideas come alive and her reactions whenever he would have something new. Sibi was easily impressed, but she was truly helpful.

She gave notes and paid even greater attention to detail than he did.

Yoongi felt his lips tug into an unwilling smile. It was lazy and unsure, and hard to hold back.

But then reality spoke unto him.

That woman on the other side of the glass is not Sibi.