"Mrs Music"

Chapter 39

*Namjoon pov

"How long has he been in there?" I ask under my breath.
"Almost 3 hours Joonie! I'm scared. Of him, and also FOR him! I know he can be a grumpy bastard on any given day, but today he is on another level angry! I've never seen him like this. I've tried talking to him, Jin has tried too. He is downstairs nursing a bust lip for his trouble. That's when he locked himself in there" Hobi tells me, nodding his head in the direction of Yoongis bedroom door.

"I'll see what I can do Hobi. Why don't you go downstairs and check on Jin?"

He nods rapidly and rushes away. I think he is relieved. I know that I am not exactly looking forward to this interaction with Grandpa Yoongi. I take a gulp of air and tap on the door.
There is a huge crash from inside the room, followed by a demonic scream.

"AAAAAARRRGGHHH!!!!! I've told you to FUCK OFF already Hobi!! I'm going to knock your fucking tee......... oh Joon! What the fuck do you want" Yoongi slurs, turning and stumbling away from the door he has just wrenched open, the remains of what look like a Bluetooth speaker scattered over the carpet.
GREAT! He can't be reasoned with when he is sober. When he is drunk, and he is most certainly that, he is impossible! I really have my work cut out for me. As the nominated leader of the group, and having the highest IQ, the other guys often defer to me when Yoongi needs a verbal slap. It is quite a regular occurrence, and not one I ever enjoy.
He flew back in to Seoul the night that 'Kenzie returned to England. He came back to the dorm and although he was sad that she had left, he was fundamentally happier than I have witnessed in all the years I have known him. He had a luminescence, an aura that you could almost see, but could certainly feel! We were all so pleased to see him, especially in this state. Being in love certainly suits him.
After he spoke to 'Kenzie during rehearsals the following day he was elated. He was visibly lighter on his feet, full of energy, literally bouncing around the dance studio. He didn't miss a single step, cue or note. He could not stop smiling, and every sentence he spoke contained her name. He is more smitten than any man I have ever seen.

That was 4 days ago.

He hasn't heard from her since. They had planned to FaceTime later on the night that she arrived home. The call never came. Even taking in to account a time difference, catching up with the kids and jet lag, he expected to hear from her before now. When he couldn't reach her he became surly and belligerent. He has basically reverted back to the Yoongi we all know but don't miss. He may have a gruff, hard and aggressive exterior, but he is INFACT one of the kindest and softest souls I've ever met. A genuine and caring guy......... until he isn't!
It is almost as if he has two brains. Two separate entities inhabiting the same body. One is the embodiment of everything that is good and pure in this world. The other? Well...... the other is the exact opposite. He becomes a physical manifestation of hatred and fury. It takes severe incitement to meet the second of these two personas, and I'm praying that he hasn't quite crossed that line yet. That Yoongi cannot be trusted.

For the last 9 hours he has been impossible. He had tried desperately to contact his father as he wanted to be sure that he was no longer a threat to 'Kenzie. He eventually had a call answered by a personal assistant of his fathers, who told him he was overseas at a conference........ in England!
That was what did it. Hearing that was the trigger that instigated the switch in his personalities. He raged for at least an hour about how he was going to track his father down and burn him and his career to the ground. I hoped he was speaking metaphorically!
I suggested we continue to make calls, to try to find out when his father flew to England, when was he due back? And as much as our management wouldnt like it, I also suggested he book a flight to England to check on her, to put his mind at rest. The company wouldn't forbid it, they had all met 'Y2' as we call him, and would do whatever they could to help us bring back 'Y1'. He wouldn't eat, he couldn't sleep. He was either moping, or vandalising something. Sadly for Jin, Yoongi chose to vandalise an animate object today.
It was hurting all of us to see him like this, but I think it had hurt Jin the most!

"Drinking alone Yoongi hyung! Nah man! Dish!" I insist, indicating the bottle of Whiskey on his dresser.

"Pfffft! Help yourself" he snorts with a wave of his hand, sloshing his drink all over himself, and the mattress he was sitting on!

I turn and grab the bottle from the dresser and in lieu of a glass I take a swig of the whiskey directly from the bottle. Yoongi is sagging forward, staring vacantly into space. He really does look awful.
I pull the chair infront of his dresser out and sit astride it, my arms resting on the back, my head on my hands, the whiskey bottle dangling from one of them.
"So? You punched Jin!? Care to tell me why?" I ask

"No! Yes!! Hmmmph!!! No, I don't care to tell you. I don't care at all! Yes, I DID punch Jin" he mumbles.

"Ok then. Tell me what this is all about then! Hmm!? How is sitting on your arse in your room, pissed as a fart and half dead helping you find out why you can't contact her? Is it helping you get in touch with her? Is it making you feel better? Is it saving her if she's in danger!? No, no, no and no. It isn't. It can't be. So what can we do? I have booked a flight to England. The plane leaves in less than 4 hours. Go and shower and brush your teeth. Change your clothes and come back down here. I'll make you some food while you do that. You need to eat, it'll help sober you up or they will not allow you to fly" I explain.

"Joon......... I don't know if I can do it!" he sobs. "I'm petrified my father has done something to them. That will be my whole life, over! What if she decided she didn't love me or want to be with me, and has decided to just cut me off? I couldn't cope with that. I'd likely end up taking the same route off of the Earth as my mother did! I've never had these feelings for anyone before. I don't want to hurt. Will you do me a favour? Please will you come to England with me?" he implores, his shoulders shaking with his cries

"Already done Buddy! I'd never let you suffer this alone, I'll always be there for you. 2 seats booked for...... uh......" I look at my watch "3 hours and 53 minutes from now, so go and get showered will you, you stink!"