~The Move to Korea~

14.

"Hello?"

"Li?"

"Baekhyun?"

"Yes..."

"How have you been?" I ask as I put him on speaker.

"Good, how about you?"

"Great actually,"

"Why?"

"I'm engaged!" I exclaimed.

"Wow, what an upgrade. That is great,"

"Why are you calling?"

"About that...I'm coming to visit you in Korea. I miss you so much; I want to hug you so bad."

"When?"

"What about the 12th?"

"Yeah that's fine,"

"Bobby's house right?"

"Yes,"

"Okay then, goodnight Li,"

"Goodnight Baekie," I say and end the call.

I take my phone and toss it on my bed and get out the Chinese exercise balls and the blue headphones that were given to me. I lay down and place the balls in my lap as I grab my phone. I put on my Bluetooth and play a BTS- Spring Day loop. I put on my beats and start moving the balls clockwise in my hand and close my eyes.

20 minutes passed and I felt Taeyong lay next to me. I ignore him and keep moving the metal spheres in my hand. Suddenly his ice cold hand cupped mine making me stop moving them in my hand. I open my eyes and face Taeyong; what I saw was so...heartbreaking. I have never seen him this depressed ever and I feel guilty that I didn't open my eyes earlier than ignoring him.

His face was covered in dried tears and his eyes were puffy and red. I couldn't help but have a small tear fall off my face. I take out my headphones quickly on set them beside me. I hug him softly and he hugs me tightly and grips my shirt as he cries out loud on my shoulder. Moments later his cries started to fade a little so I hold his shoulders away from me, his head down looking at the bed and his legs. I lift his head slowly and gently and look at his red face with worry and fear.

"Taeyong...what happened?" I finally ask.

Taeyong responded after a moment and purse his lips together and got teary again.

"L-lucas was....taken,"

I had not expected this response at all. I was not ready to lose him. It felt like someone just punched a big whole in my heart. I felt a piece of me was ripped from my soul. Tears started to form in my eyes.

"Lucas is...gone?"