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❝ LULLABY. ❞ ━ Chapter V ━
"A brand new day..." I mutter to myself as I slowly lose my grip from reality. A new day has come, but what's the point of waking up without the love of your life next to you?
I stood next to the window as once again; I watched the sunrise. Once the sun was up, it found its way to my room. I look over my shoulder and stare at my bed. Seeing how tidy and neat the other side of the bed was, hurting me. It's tormenting me.
This, this was the reason why I woke up before the sun did. Because it always reminded me that the other side was empty. Unlike before, I get to see Haru's face getting kissed by the morning sun.
"Gosh, I can't stop thinking of her..." I voiced out my thoughts. My hand found its way to my hair just to pull it out of frustration. I've been in an emotional distress a lot lately. I seem to be so sad every single day — well, ever since Haru left.
I abruptly pulled myself out of my thoughts. I'm thinking about her again. "I need to eat." I mutter to myself as I make my way to the door.
I walked over to the kitchen, passing the living room couch but didn't see a single sign of Yoongi. Did he leave early? I looked over the couch to check, and he wasn't there. I finally came to the kitchen and I felt my soul jump out of my body for a split second.
Yoongi was standing by the countertop with a bottle of pills in his grasp. He examines the orange case, turning it from one side to the other. "Yoongi?" I called out. It seems like he didn't notice my presence at first, which caused him to almost drop the bottle. Just like me, he had a mini heart attack.
"N-Namjoon..." he calls back, shoving the bottle of pills back in his pocket.
"Aren't you going to drink that?" I ask as I make my way next to him. Grabbing a mug as I pour myself a good old, top of the morning coffee.
"I already did." Yoongi mutters softly, almost inaudible really. Something seems kinda off with him lately, but I proceed to shrug it off. Knowing Yoongi, I bet he wouldn't even bother telling me what's wrong.
"Hey Yoongi." I place my mug on the counter before I turn to Yoongi. He refuses to meet my gaze but hums slowly in response.
"I'm here for you, okay?"
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Within a blink of an eye, night was already upon me. I feel lonely again. Yoongi left after he ate dinner, I assume he has to go somewhere more important. I stare at the ticking clock that seems to take forever to move. I lean back to the couch and rest my head on top of it. I stare at the ceiling with my head pondering with unanswerable questions. My head, myself, was going into a deep void. A void of thoughts, worries, and loneliness that I can't seem to get out. My head was aching, I could feel my heart beat getting faster and my chest tightening. I was hyperventilating within seconds as I felt myself getting deeper into the dark void.
And miraculously, I was pulled away from the void with a beep coming from my phone. I looked over to the side where my phone rests and saw a new message. From Haru. Haru, basically reached out to me and pulled me out of the void. Is it a coincidence? Or is it in her DNA that she knows I'm feeling troubled?
I swiftly snatched my phone off the couch and tapped on her message. It reads; I'm gonna call you. After a split second, my phone was already ringing like crazy. My eyes glistened as I saw her name on the caller ID. I smiled as I swiped my thumb across the screen before bringing the device to my ear.
"Namjoon?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard her sweet voice. My breath becomes shaky and I seem to be jittery when I'm talking to her. Damn it, I regret drinking five mugs of coffee.
"H-Ha-aru?" I barely managed to say her name without stuttering. Without even seeing her, I can see her smile sweetly at me when I mentioned her name.
We talked for hours; well, I mostly did the talking since I'm that talkative bitch. We talked about a lot of stuff, most of them just whispering sweet nothings to each other. Whenever she tells me what happened to her day or what happened to her, I seem to be much happier. Not gonna lie, it was lowkey boring but since it was Haru, every word that came out of her mouth was fascinating.
I smile, my eyes staring into nothingness as I listen to her beautiful voice make song like sentences. She wasn't singing, but her voice was so beautiful, she was like singing to me. In the midst of her story, I abruptly interrupted her.
"Haru?" she immediately stops talking and hums in response, uttering me to continue.
"Call me every night okay? Tell me about your day and sing me a beautiful lullaby."
