we don't talk together

10 - Lowkey

Y/n POV
And there we go. I don't know that it would be so easy to loosen up a little bit of our tense, but turns out we could laugh around and talk about a lot of things to catch up the vacancy we're having these whole years.

I talked to him about how I could graduate college with a marvelous cum laude and even faster compares to those whose age was the same as me. I told him stories about how I end up working as a content creator in a digital agency. He asked me if it's really what I want, I told him yes because at least that's the only thing that I could figure out back then, what I want to do with myself. The only certainty that I am confident about.

And I asked him about his life after Daegu. Things got ugly at the beginning, he said. It was a tough and rough time for him. He even told me his anxiety getting worse and lead him into depression. I almost shed a tear when he told me how he would suffer all of it, in the middle of the night, surrounded with loneliness. How I wish I was there. How I wish he would share the pain with me.

But he changes the topic so fast and jumped to the conclusion and telling me the beginning of his glory time. The first time he felt, "This is it, this was the moment I've been dreaming about." He also tells me how everything felt like dreams. How things are getting better and better every day to the point he can't even imagine himself to be on those places. To be so big, to receive so many loves he could never imagine.

He's loved by many, and that's relieving. The best thing is, he knows he was loved so that he promises to himself that he would never take that love for granted.

You know, the thing is, I actually know everything about him. His first concert, first wins on the music show, first Grand Prize, the first time I saw him crying on stage accepting the awards, everything. Another pathetic side of me shown, eh? You should know that I did it because I just wanted to know how's he doing. But for now, I would just pretend that I know nothing so that I could hear everything right from his mouth.

We keep exchanging memories and lots of storyline of our own lives, 'till we don't even realize the sun goes down already.

"I still have concerts in Shizuoka, Japan this weekend and I'm going there tomorrow." He suddenly said.

"Oh, really? That's amazing!" Actually, I know it already.

"Yeah, do you want to come? See our show, it's our new tour, it's different from the previous one. Lots of fun."

"Come? You mean, you want me to fly away to Japan just to see a concert?" I playfully said.

"Well, is it a sin? I could give you full access, super VVIP guest. What about it?"

Just as much as I want it, I can't. I have a project this weekend. Sigh. This is the first time I'm complaining about my weekend project.

"I wish I can..." He frowns hearing my answer, then I continue. "But I got jobs this weekend, Yoongi. I am really sorry, maybe next time? When will you guys having concerts here?"

"That's too bad. I am not sure when we will have concerts here, we still have a long way to go for the Encore."

"Ah, I see. Just let me know when, okay? That would be unfair if I hear your concert dates in here from other people!" I tease him, again. He's laughing.

"Alright then, as replacements of your absence in Shizuoka later..." He paused. I stare at him waiting for the next sentence.

"I will make sure that you're the first person that I'd see when I got back." I could feel my eyes widen hearing his words. My cheeks heating up, gosh, I bet it's burning red right now.

"Oh? Oh...Haha, why would I be the first one you see though?" I let out an awkward laugh. Bad, bad ones.

"I don't know, I just feel like it."