Finding Happiness (Discontinued)

Chapter 2

I stared at my phone as silent sobs racked my body. The video had already disappeared but I couldn't look away. My eyes stung as tears drew rivers down my cheeks. The air, once comfortably cool, suddenly chilled me to my bones. I don't understand. Why was Jimin at some bar in the arms of someone else? Why wasn't he here with me? 

"Yoongi?" A voice called.

I continued to stare at my phone is disbelief. I don't understand.

"Yoongi?" The voice gently called again. I looked up to see Hobi in his car. He was stopped in the middle of the road with his window rolled down. He looked at me with a slight frown, "Yoongi, are you alright?" That was it. That question was all it took for my silent tears to become loud sobs. I couldn't breathe, tears blinded me. "Yoongi, hold on I'm coming." I heard Hobi's car drive away, a few moments later, I heard the beep of a car locking. My eyes were shut tight, trying to stop the tears. I was hunched forward, my hands clutching my phone to my chest. I tried to breathe, but that came out were choked sobs. 

I felt a hand on my back. "Yoongi, what happened?" Hobi gently asked. He drew small circles on my back, trying to calm me down. I shook my head unable to answer. "Here," He said, "let's sit down." He put light pressure on my back and placed his other hand under one of my arms, leading me to a nearby bench. He sat me down and continued to rub my back, his other hand now on my knee. He didn't say anything else. He just sat there with me, letting me cry, continuing to make circles on my back in an attempt to calm me down.

I sat there with my face in my hands unable to stop the tears. My heart was breaking into a million pieces. What am I supposed to do now? I don't know how to handle this. My mind raced a mile a minute. I tried to focus on my breathing. It's ok, I tell myself, you'll be ok.

 I don't know how long we stayed like that, but eventually my tears slowed and my breathing was less strained. I took a shaky breath and looked at Hobi. His eyes followed mine with concern. "Do you want to talk about it?" He questioned.

I took another breath, "I can't." Just saying that small sentence almost drove me back into violent tears. 

"Hey, it's ok. Just breathe, I'm here." He quietly replied. "Do you want me to take you home?" I shook my head and looked at the ground. I can't go home. Jimin will be home eventually. I don't want to see him right now. I don't know what I would do. "Tell me what you need. I'll do it. Whatever you need, Yoongi." 

"I don't know where to go." I whisper, "I don't know what to do." Hobi pulled me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tried to absorb his warmth. He smelled sweet, like vanilla. It was calming, almost addicting. I was disappointed when he released the hug, missing his warmth and comforting smell. 

"Do you want to go home with me?" He asked. "I have an extra bed you can stay in." I looked into his brown eyes and nod my head. I couldn't handle being alone. He stood and offered his hand to me. I grabbed it and stood up, using his hand as support. He doesn't let go, and neither do I. We walked towards his parked car, and I'm thankful for his hand. Without it, I probably would have fallen. He lead me to the passenger side and opened the door. I sat down, dropping his hand. He leaned across me to put on my seat belt and I caught another whiff of vanilla. The smell instantly helped me to remain calm. He closed the door, and walked over to the drivers side. He got in the car and started it. Music comes from the speaker... classical music. I listened to the beautiful piano quietly hum from the car and I close my eyes. Moonlight Sonata, I thought to myself, how cliché. That was the last thought I had, before falling into the dark world of sleep.