Sweetest Fear

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21

YOONGI's P.O.V.

It has been two weeks since we left Seoul for our Wings Tour and since then I wasn't able to talk to Sarrah Noona. I wonder what is wrong? We were chatting just fine two weeks ago before we left but now, she doesn't even open my messages. Did something happened I wasn't aware of? Did I make a mistake? A lot of thoughts are coming over my head which made it harder for me to fall asleep at night despite our hectic schedule.

I can't stop thinking about her every second, every minute, every day. I am doing my best to keep her posted with my whereabouts and what I am doing everyday since I know that she worries a lot even though I have no idea if she was able to see them. I sighed as I massaged my eyes and leaned on the couch I was sitting on. I feel so tired and I miss her. I miss her so much. The last time I saw her in person was that night in my studio. After that night, our schedule got really tight since we only had a week to promote our new album and after that we will start with our Wings Tour in Asia and America. 

"Hyung, are you okay?" I looked up and saw Jimin looking at me with a worried expression. I sighed before I shifted my gaze to the phone in my hand to check if there was any notification fro Sarrah Noona but alas there was none. I put it back to my pocket and closed my eyes again before i replied to Jimin. "I'm okay." I lied. Honestly, no, I am not okay. I am worried that something happened to Sarrah Noona since it's not like her to not even open my messages.

Jimin took a seat next to me and patted my shoulder as if he just read my mind. "Don't worry hyung, she is fine. The company will take care of her. Have you tried asking Bang PD-nim?" he suggested. I just shook my head in response. I am afraid that if I tried asking for her, it will start another issue that might end up hurting her again in the process. I don't want her to get caught up with the showbiz drama. 

"BTS, please stand by, you have five minutes left. Please proceed to the backstage immediately." The stage director announced in our waiting room. Jimin and I stood up from our seat as the stylist noona checked our outfits and make-ups for final touches before we went to the backstage. I tried my best to forget about Noona for a while and focus in our performance. 

Days passed and I still receive nothing from her, and it's slowly driving me crazy. I honestly have the urge to purchase a plane ticket back to Seoul, South Korea just to check up on her. If I won't receive any reply from her today, I swear I am going to talk to Bang PD-nim tomorrow. I am going to tell him everything about us. I am sure he will understand. 

"Hyung! Hyung!" I almost fall from my bed when I heard the loud knocking on my hotel door. Today was our last day here in Newark and we have an early flight to catch tomorrow for Philippines, so I am about to fall asleep when Jimin started pounding on the door. "What?!" I snapped the moment I opened the door. I am really not in a good mood since I can't contact my wife for about 3 weeks now and I also hate it when people disturb my sleep. "Hyung, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep but please don't be mad.This is about Sarrah Noona." 

I felt my heart skipped a beat the moment I heard her name. I immediately opened the door wider and pulled him inside. "What about her? How is she? Where is she? Why isn't she answering my call and my messages?" I asked in a tirade. "Hyung, please calm down." Jimin looked so flustered as he brushes her hair up with his hand. I closed my eyes and forced to calm my fast beating heart. 

"Hyung, are you ready to hear me out?" Jimin asked as he took a seat in the sofa. I slowly nodded my head and sit beside him. I crossed my arms across my chest and looked at him with a grim expression. "Sarrah Noona is not with Big Hit Entertainment anymore." I paused. My brain suddenly stopped working. "What do you mean?" I asked with a knotted forehead. I can feel anxiety coming at me. If she is not with Big Hit Entertainment, where could she probably go? She has nowhere to go. Unless...