It seems like hours have passed as he sits at BigHits company headquarters taking care of work, and thinking always back to his brother and Yumi, and wondering what's happening. No calls or messages have come in, not that he expects them. Part of him wishes she would reach out to him, even if it's only to check on his brother.
He stares at his phone, looking over pictures, that holiday picture, and looking over pictures of them all together at Christmas two years before, before the debut, before the album came out, before his life completely changed. They were there for it all, together, the run up to the debut, the first album, the showcase concert. Before that time, he could always count on her to treat him just like the annoying little brother she saw him as. But not lately, something in her look has changed. Perhaps because his face is newly everywhere, and he's got adoring fans now. He holds many of the colorful envelops in his hands at the table in the office, reading through them to hear glowing praise of his natural talent and his skill, and his looks. He smiles, thinking that maybe she sees him differently now that she can recognize others interest in him.
In all his years knowing Yumi, he always used music as an outlet for his feelings. Maybe she was his muse. He still had many songs to write, and music to create. It could have continued on like that for, well, maybe for years to come. But now, what will it be? If they did get married, would this go all away, would he move on eventually? He definitely knows if they break up he will feel worse because there will be no excuse to see her again. There is no chance he can ever have her for himself, as much as he wishes he could. Life just isn't fair. His mind burns with the idea that someone like his brother has such a precious jewel, and he doesn't even see her for her worth.
Taehyung and Jimin finish their wardrobe fitting as he sits staring at his phone in the office. He looks up at them and smiles as they sit down to look through their large piles of fan mail. It would be so nice to be living this amazing experience so carefree. The two of them seem to always be happy and playful and it's got to be nice to have someone your own age in the house.
His phone vibrates in his pocket. He struggles to get it out and find out what's happened. It's a message, from his brother,
'It's done. completely. I moved into a hotel.'
He stands up abruptly, dropping the stack of fan mail in front of him on the table onto the floor. The others turn and look at him confused. He looks to Namjoon.
"I have to go!" he says desperately. "I have to go now, I'm sorry." He turns to leave without waiting for anyone to respond. He has one thought, getting to her. If she will see him.
He hails a Taxi outside the front door to the company office and gives them her address, their address. He drops down into the back seat and looks over his brothers message again. He tries to think about how to respond.
'I'm sorry,' is all he comes up with. He thinks a little more, feeling worried he's now on his way to see Yumi, not his brother. 'Do you need anything?'
message reply: 'not tonight, I'll call you tomorrow maybe.'
The message actually makes him feel relieved. He has offered. If Hyun-woo had asked him to come to him, he would have told the driver to turn around and gone to him. He hopes he would have. He doesn't want to text Yumi, he just wants to be there. What must she be going through, after five years with Hyun-woo she must be very upset. Maybe she won't let him in, maybe she won't want to see him.
The Taxi pulls up in front of the building and he looks up to see the lights on in the apartment. He smiles relieved and gets out of the cab. He pushes the button to call her and he hears her answer, tentatively.
"Yes?"
"Noona, it's me, can I come up?" She pauses for a long moment. He senses she's on the edge of saying 'no'. "Please, I need to see you." The buzzer sounds and he flings the door open, rushing for the elevator. If he could magically fly up the side of the building to her apartment he would, just to get there faster.
He knocks and he listens as she comes toward the door, waiting a long moment before she opens it. He wonders if she's straightening herself up after crying. He swallows hard, wondering what he is even doing there, what he expects to happen. She opens the door, and stands in front of him, looking more beautiful and tender than she has ever looked, with pink tear stained eyes and a sorrowful expression. He smiles warmly at her, his heart breaking for her pain. She steps aside to let him into the apartment. He moves past, slowly, regarding her.
"I take it you've heard?" she says and turns to walk into the kitchen. He watches her, trying to judge her mood before he follows after her. She pours a drink into a glass, and he realizes it's not her first. "Can I pour you one, if you're staying?"
"Can I stay?" he's not sure how she's feeling, she seems too calm.
"Yes," is all that she says. He walks over and gets a glass from the cupboard, placing it next to hers. She pours him a glass as full as hers and as he picks it up, she holds her glass in a toast.
"Cheers," she clinks against his glass.
"What are you toasting to?"
"To the end of the questioning." She takes a big gulp from the glass.
"Questioning what?" He can tell she's hurting but there is something else going on he's unsure of, maybe it's the alcohol.
"Don't you hate wondering, questioning, thinking 'what if'?" She takes another sip. He nods. He really does hate wondering, and questioning, and thinking, but for his own reasons. He takes a big drink off his glass, allowing her to refill it.
"Come on you can sit with me while I pack."
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