Unwavers Of Fate

Chapter 14: Decision

Taeyun pulled the drawers out and rummaged through his shirts, then found a hand-lettering note that was crumpled. He scanned the words from left to right and opened his phone to scroll the texts, which were starting to match.

"They're all in English," he said.

"Here, it's in Korean," Jiyoo pointed his finger at the bottom of the paper.

"I know and this could mean one thing," Taeyun clicked on the app that tracks his friend's number. "Since she has the same course of responding, I could guess that she might be Hyun Aera."

"Your virtual friend from the PUBG game?" Jiyoo repeated blankly and became perplexed. "What if it's not her?"

"We are just going to see for ourselves. Look at the GPS. She's here in Seoul and the best way is to inform Bryan and the others about it. We also have to let our members know," Taeyun noted and continued on. "This could be our fortuity to speak to her."

"For certain," Jiyoo floundered a grin, then peered back at the yearbook pensively.

He was indeed in discordance between his thoughts and feelings of meeting their former friend and classmate. And to his own doubt, he doesn't perceive himself as bartered yet. The nerves were beginning to run all over his body in which he had no idea why they would be. A sneak of solicitous glance towards Taeyun had him keen-eyed about his demeanor, but he does not want to infer.

Hours later of occupying in compiling the documents, a tall male figure was sitting placidly in his chair after giving his CEO the updates about their schedule and the concert dates.

"Our latest songs; Summer and Dancing On The Highway, will be performed on our next show in Los Angeles as our final number," he stated.

"Good choice. I've been wanting to ask you how the members are doing. Any news from them?" Mr. Bong folded his hands on his desk.

"The hyungs are fine, but Jiyoo, Taeyun, and Jaesang are still on some rut."

"They always have, eh? Tell me... What seems to be pestering their little brains?"

"Oh, you know. Their pretentious, dead friend," the man answered nonchalantly.

"Ah, Miss Valerie Nown," Mr. Bong began to realize with a nod and lightly flouted. "Yes... She has been in the public eye for a while now, even though her demise became so illustrious. I'm more than pleased that she got disposed of in just a lickety-split. That young lady, she's one heck of a hindrance..."

"Don't you worry about her. She won't be destroying your plans anymore, sir," he assured.

"Correction. It's 'ours,'" Mr. Bong said.

"Hmm. Pardon?"

"Boy, your loyalty and dedication has remained equitable to me and this company," he grabbed one of the papers from his folder and handed it to him in a slide motion forward. "How about we make it official? We hold daily meetings every other night."

"I would be happy to," the man said, grinning and signed his name below. Then, he stood up and followed him through the murky room full of lighted candles, surrounding the mask-hooded individuals in a circle. "Wow... It feels like my first time experiencing it as a rookie."

"Hmm, but this is on a distinctive level. You can join them once their spell is complete. It's the only way to have an apotheosis of the music you're working on. Best of luck," Mr. Bong said, twinkling his eyes in and clapping him on the back before leaving as soon as the door closed behind him.

On the other hand, the man peered at the others, who were humming and meditating in unison, which he gaped his mouth in fascination.

"Just like what Aleister Crowley said, 'Do what thou wilt,'" his lips curled into a depraved smirk that soon became a malicious laughter echoing throughout the night.