Night Sky

49

I walked inside the luxurious office my Dad specifically made for me. I went directly to my office chair and swerved it around while closing my eyes to try and relax. My day was full of meetings and finalizations for the contract with Weiss Industries. As soon as Ellen heard that Dad is interested in a possible partnership, she didn’t waste any time and flew back home with us so we can talk about the project.

It’s a little over a month now since the Elite Party. Which means it’s also a little over a month since the last time I saw Namjoon. Every day since that day, I tried my best to live. After he walked out my door, I never thought I could cry that much. I felt so hollow inside. The emptiness I felt was beyond anyone can imagine. It’s like he took not just my heart but my whole body with him when he walked out of my door.

My forehead automatically creased upon thinking of that memory. There was never a day that it doesn’t cross my mind. Sometimes, I find myself playing the same scenario in my head with different endings. What if I did not break up with him? Were we able to figure it out and get through that fight that had caused all this? Will he be able to look past what I did?

I stopped turning my seat and inched it closer to my table. I turned on my laptop to try and get things done when multiple messages from Ellen flashed from my screen. I did not think much of it, opening it immediately thinking that it’s one of her endless ideas again when an image of Namjoon with his group on a red carpet popped up. Reading the signs behind, I can see that they are attending the Golden Disc Awards.

Another message came in with a link to a video clip. Right down below, Ellen has sent a message with it.

“Thought you’d want to see how delicious your man is. Happy New Year, bitch.”

I pouted my lip and hovered my mouse to the link. Ever since the break-up, Ellen always finds a way to annoy me with little random things involving Namjoon. She claims it’s the best way to move on. Constantly seeing him will eventually turn my emotions numb until I don’t feel anything for him anymore. What she fails to realize is how wrong she is. The more I get a glimpse of how he’s doing, the more it hurts to know that he’s moving forward without me. When here I am, stuck in the same merry-go-round I rode in without any plan of stopping.

I opened the link and bit my lip. The link was for a backstage interview the boys have for the same award show. Every single one of them looks dashing on their black suits. They are answering questions about their fans and about current contents they have released. When the camera panned out, I see Namjoon clapping his hands to Jimin’s new solo song that he released. He’s wearing a red button up shirt under his black suit and his hair is blonde with purple streaks to it. He looks happy, proud. They did win the main award and I couldn’t be prouder.

I got engrossed into the fun interview. I missed how rowdy they can get. This is what makes them stand out from other groups. They are genuine enough to let you see what they are on or off screen. But even though it’s obvious that he supports his group member’s with their interactions, I can still see how Namjoon did not talk that much. All of them had a comment here and there but his is more reserved and straight forward. I hate to think that he’s still getting affected by what happened to us.

My eyes are still glued to the screen of my laptop when a knock was heard on the door. Without looking up, I answered a come in. I don’t really mind people catching me watching this interview, no one speaks Korean in this building except me and the Weiss siblings.

I hear someone clear their throat and said, “Here are some more files about Mr. Kim, Miss Yumi.”

I nodded my head and opened my palm to reach for an envelope. “Yes, thanks.” I answered. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Mr. Kim? And that voice, it sounds so familiar. Why is a girl even sending my files? It has always been Levi.