Before It's Too Late | Yoonmin

Chapter 5

"I can't believe the album is already getting released tonight. It doesn't even feel like we've been working on it for that long yet." Jungkook comments as he takes a sip of his beer as we all sit around the table, finishing up dinner out at a fairly nice restaurant for once. Jimin laughs at the younger though, shaking his head at him.

"Probably because you weren't one of the ones losing sleep over the damn thing like Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi hyung." Jimin shoots back before taking a sip from his glass of champagne. I just smile at Jimin's comment, deciding not to add anything onto it. Tae smiles over at me though, ruffling my hair from beside me.

"And hyung here even looks happier again." Tae chuckles lightly.

"Tae, he's been fairly happy all along. What're you going on about?" Hoseok questions with a confused smile.

"Well, yeah. But he looks even happier now. He's not even saying anything and he's just sitting here smiling a little. He hasn't been smiling as much unless someone's usually talking to him." Tae argues with a shrug. I roll my eyes at the two boys, shaking my head at them.

"I've been perfectly fine, Tae. I've just been a little stressed about getting all of the songs finished on time is all." I respond quietly as we finish up. Everyone stands and we begin grabbing our things to get ready to leave.

The entire walk out to the car and drive home is loud and chattery, all six of them talking about one thing or another at this point. I just remain silent though, looking out the window beside me as Jin hyung drives us all home. Nobody bothers making a point to talk to me, and I simply welcome the personal silence. I'm not smiling any longer, not bothering to try and keep up with any conversations any longer. Just keeping to myself now at this point. Just thinking over the plan of how tonight is going to go, knowing the album is being released in just a few short hours. Knowing I can embrace the darkness and blankness of not existing in just a few short more hours.

When we finally get home, everyone piles out of the car, running up to the door and waiting for Jin to unlock the house. I just calmly walk up to the front door, taking my time and ending up getting there just as everyone else has finished filing inside. Closing the door behind myself, I disregard the others as half of them head off to the living room and the other couple go up to their rooms presumably to sleep. No, I simply head up to my room, knowing that I'll write a small note for Jimin in case he should ever go looking for anything.

Biting my lip, I make my way up the stairs, going into my room that's at the very end of the hallway. Going over to my dresser, I pull out a pair of jeans and a plain black tee shirt, not wanting to be stuck dressed up for the rest of the night. So, I quickly change into the casual clothes, feeling much more comfortable as I exit my room once more and go back downstairs. Though, instead of joining the others in the living room, I head over to my studio and close the door lightly behind me so as not to disrupt the others.

Running a hand through my hair, I somewhat feel calmer than I have in a long time. At this point, it's merely the anticipation that's killing me. Knowing it'll all soon be over.

So, for the time being, I occupy myself with sitting down in my chair and flipping my notebook open to a clean page. Pursing my lips lightly, I take a deep breath as I pick my pen up and begin writing. Luckily, the words flow easier than I would have thought, the hardest part of it all just being getting started.

I'm not entirely sure how long it takes me to write it, but that aspect no longer matters. With a small smile, I carefully fold the sheet of paper up before writing 'Jiminie' on it and standing. The paper now in hand, I silently make my way upstairs and off to my room one last time. Checking the time on my digital alarm clock that's sat on my bedside table, I nod silently to myself, seeing that it's exactly the right time to be heading out to get there with a little bit of time to spare. Setting the note down on my pillow, I exit my room and go back downstairs, unsurprisingly, nobody noticing as I walk straight out of the house altogether.