バタフライ - ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟʏ

Act II Scene III

Everything was hazy almost dark, his migraine was causing his vision to blur and all he wanted to do was to full asleep, except that it was an answered pray. He heard his phone buzzing on the coffee table, he groaned in pain guessing that it was someone from the company.

Martina needed the time. He kept telling himself when he took the phone off the table.

"Sehun. Sehun it's me Martina!" Her feminine voice came streaming through the speaker and he didn't need to double check because she was the only woman who bothered to call him at these unholy hours of the nights.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked tiredly, wondering what the cause of this call.

"Sehun, I booked you a trip to Jeju. You have to be in the airport before 5 AM make sure to be there before the departure." He could hear the monotone of the fax machine as it started to print a new arrived email.

"I've sent you the ticket-…"

"Martina, hold on! Hold on! Okay?!" he cut her off, when she said: "What is it?"

He wanted to complain about the troubles he dealt with the few past days just to make sure Martina isn't going to lose her career as ballerina in Seoul House of Ballet, the amount of trips he has to make to those alcoholic offices just to beg them to give her time to heal. He wanted her to be considerate and let him be for tonight.

But he sighed, a long sigh because he can't really be mean to her: "I have to get my suitcase ready. Please hold up 'till get to meet you."

"Sehun, I'm fine. I need you to get me into Jeju's House of Ballet."

"What?!" Of course, it was repulsive. Of course, she wasn't thinking straight the man she loved with all of her heart was dead and came as shock to her. But this-… This is was beyond his limits.

"Why ballerina like yourself wants to perform somewhere like Jeju?"

"I'll explain when I get to see you, have safe flight." She said before she ended the call.

Martina was sitting on the sidewalk near the bar, she saw Yixing walking out the building wearing that sweet smile on his face: "I didn't expect to see you here."

"You seem like the only friend I know in this place." She said.

Yixing was nothing but a kind man to Martina. Even when she poured all of her rage on him the night she found out about Sul. Yixing thinks of Martina as someone like himself, someone who couldn't satisfy their lovers with what the needed to stay loyal to them. Yixing never blamed Sul for her feeling for another, it was his fault.

Martina didn't have to know why Yixing was kind to her, or why he's being her only friend. She didn't have to know how sorry her felt about himself and about her.

"How can I help you?" Yixing asked, helping her up to her feet. She asked: "I know you were Sul's boyfriend."

"That was while ago." He said burying his hands in his sweatpants feeling the urge to hide them away of her: "But you still has feelings for her." She spoke when shook his head and started to walk away causing Martina to regret bluntness instantly.

"Lo siento, Yixing. I didn't mean to." He looked at her as he said: "It's been a while, Martina. She left and it's been years and-.. these are MY FEELINGS you can't just make assumptions."

"What do you mean years?" It was an upcoming tornado that she was never going to be prepared for: "She left me years ago."

"She was with my husband for YEARS?!!" She was shocked. Yixing didn't want to be the one to tell her from the start, he really wished he didn't have that soft heart that out spoken his sorry for here that night in the bar. He wished if he pretended not to recognize her at all.

"I'm sorry, I should've not tell this. You're husband was a great man and what happened to him is terrible." Yixing tried helplessly to take his words back.

"To whom? To your ex-girlfriend?!" She cried, the pain in her eyes formed those precious tears in her eyes. She dried them away, she wasn't sure if Joon deserved her tears anymore. 

"I'm sorry, I hate to make you feel this way."

"Because, it's your fault?!"

"Because, he always spoke well of you. I know he loved you so much."

"I'm walking home." He followed her with the intention of walking her home.

"Don't follow me, I don't need you walking me home. I don't need your sympathy." She cried causing him to freeze in his spot.

She had a rapid sleep that night, even with closed eyes her mind didn't stop the marathon of thoughts. She sitting on the edge of the bed looking to the time on her watch. She was fully dressed, ready to pick Sehun from the airport.

"Sehun-ah!" She called him as he passed the arriving gate.

"I didn't expect you to be here to pick me up." He told her when she helped him with the duffle bags: "Sehun, I'm sorry for causing you trouble but it's time I return back to stage."

"I understand, did you receive a message from Taehyung-ssi this morning?" Sehun asked as she stopped a taxi.

"No, I didn't. something wrong in Seoul?" She asked as Sehun closed the door of the car.

"Namjoon family had decided to make a private funeral, Taehyung-ssi asked to make sure you show up in the funeral with something to say about Namjoon, he said it's time to say goodbye."

"Okay." She said looking to the endless shore out the window.

Sehun walked into Jeju's House of Ballet with Martina, she seemed nerves: "You okay?"

"Sí, sí. Why wouldn't I be." She said when Sehun stopped her: "look, I've talked to Junmyeon before we were friends, he knows who you are and he attended couple of your performances before."

"I'm not worried about that. I trust your judgement and more I trust you Sehun."

"Then what is it?" He asked only to be met by the shake of his head with a nervous smile: "Maybe it reminds me much of the first show."

Sehun placed a hand on her shoulder: "you're a beautiful talented ballerina. Everyone looks up at you. You're going to be amazing."

"Thank you, Sehun."

"I'll go now. If you want to come in with me it'll be fine."

"No, I'll wait here." She said.

She saw him walking the corridor. The man she heard his phone, the one that has something to do with Joon's death. Or more specifically the one that has something to do with her.

He hadn't changed a bit from the time she used to see his face. The delicate features she was familiar with were mocking her like she had to know better.

Seeing him scared her and all she had to do was running away.

"Sehun!" She called following the taller guy to Junmyeon's office.

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Author's Note

I'm thankful to BTS Fictional TM Amino for featuring my book, I'm so honored. Also thank you Bangtan Fic TM you guys made the main goal of this book real. See Lay from EXO as your main featuring topic. We are making Aeries and ARMY as one because that's how it meant to be.