shattered

chapter 22

Yoongi POV

I watch as the early evening light rolls across the sky. I have spent hours looking for ______, to no avail.

I don't know where she has been hiding all day, but I haven't been able to spot her once, not even at meal times.

Which is really odd because they crack down hard on meal times. Everyone has to eat.

My head rolls back against the concrete ledge. Why I thought she would come back here; to where the fight started; is beyond me. But it was the only place I could think of.

How am I meant to apologize to a person if I can't even find her? How?

A groan escapes from me. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why am I always so stupid? All the time, I ruin everything!

I don't know where else to look for her. I don't know where she would go. I even tried to ask Sera, but she had no idea either. I can't see her going to talk to Counselor Park about everything.

Oh, God. What if she has gone to complain to Park about me. Jesus. What if I have to leave before I can fix this?

I run my hands through my hair, not knowing what to do. My phone is still in my pocket. So I ring Joon again. He picks up quickly.

"You get it sorted hyung?" Is the first thing to come out his mouth. No greeting in sight.

"Hello to you too, Joon. How was your day?" I answer.

"Yes, hello Yoongi-hyung. Did you get it sorted?"

"No Joon. I didn't"

"Why the hell not Yoongi? Go apologize to the girl!"

Is... is he scolding me right now?
"Joon, you might be the leader of BTS, but I'm still older than you."

"Sorry hyung." Is mumbled through the line.

"Anyhow, I haven't been able to apologize to her. I can't find her!"

"Um... like shes left, or hiding, gone?"

"I don't know Joon, and if anyone does know where she is, they aren't telling me!" My voice stared rising with each word, the frustration evident in my voice.

"You'll find her hyung. She will show up, just... I dunno. Leave it until tomorrow?" We talk for a bit longer before hanging up.

I head back inside. Going to give one last look for the night before heading to bed.

Even though I wont be able to sleep.

Lights throughout the area are dimmed. But I can't find her anywhere. Defeated I give up for the night.

The time passes slowly as I stare at the white ceiling. Quiet shuffling is the only sound that breaks the silence cloaking the air. And while I would normally relish this kind of quiet, tonight... tonight it's not what I want. Not what I need.

I need to see her. I need to know that she is okay. That she knows I didn't intentionally set out to hurt her.

I have tried counting sheep, breathing deeply. Singing songs in my head. Mentally writing songs. But nothing is working.

For someone who is known for their ability to fall asleep at any given time, in any given place or position. I am doing an absolute shit show of it tonight.

It's about 2 A.M. when I hear the noise. My brow furrows as I focus on the sound. A sound I would know anywhere. The tinkling of a piano. But, who would be playing a piano at 2 A.M.? Am I imagining it?