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sweetwolfcupcake · 1 year

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Steel Blue: The Lover

Shades of Obsession Universe

Steel Blue

Yoongi was not sure when he had fallen asleep, but he woke up to a rather tense and chaotic household. From his room, he could hear the muffled voices– one of Taehyung, the other of Namjoon, Jimin and even Jin. As the voices grew louder and over one another, he made his way to the living room.

“I know I fucked up, I FUCKING fucked up! You don’t have to remind me of that.”

“Tone it down Tae, Yoongi is resting— and of course, I need to remind you how bad you fucked up, you know how fucking upset she sounded and how upset it made (Y/N)?” Jin hissed, hands on his waist and the sleeves of his oversized sweatshirt rolled up.

Namjoon sat on the couch, legs crossed and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, even from where Yoongi stood, he could tell that the leader was barely keeping his fuse and by the way he—

“Shut.the.hell.up!”

And Namjoon’s seemingly endless fuse had snapped. It was evident by the low, guttural growl the man let out.

“Call her,” Jin suggested.

“I already did, I God I already did hyung! She’s not picking up, she’s not!” Taehyung cried out, tugging at his hair frantically before kicking the wall with all his might.

“What’s wrong?”

Everybody’s head turned towards a rather dishevelled Yoongi, but that was the least of Taehyung’s concerns as he rushed to him.

“Hyung–hyung Aeri, she-she is not picking up my call she left, she left the apartment and she’s just gone!” the younger male was visibly distressed as he breathlessly tried to explain the situation in hand.

“Left?” Yoongi whispered as a familiar cold feeling settled on him.

Like Holly left me?

Yet, he managed to level his voice with a gulp to confirm.

“Calm down Tae, please, calm down. Come sit with me.”

“It’s my fault, it’s my fucking fault! I screamed at her, told her horrible things and—and marched out of the apartment to clear my mind but–but when I returned, she, she wasn’t there—her car keys, her phone, cards, even her wallet was gone. A–and even her toothbrush!”

Yoongi sighed mentally– a temporary absence was still better than a permanent departure.

“So it was a rash decision, you know her friends, have their numbers?”

“I—I always thought that (Y/N)-ie and we are the only people she is close to,” he whispered out hopelessly.

“And she had not gone to (Y/N),” Yoongi stated

“She had not gone to (Y/N), Taehyung repeated.

“The old apartment she shared with (Y/N)?”

Taehyung only shook his head. He looked devastated and Yoongi could not bare to see his brother like that. He had to do something, anything. He could not afford to let any of the other members experience the pain he had experienced and was experiencing.

The sound of a ringtone pierced through the heaviness settled in the room before everyone’s head whipped towards the source.

Jin fished out his phone from his pocket with an exasperated frown before it smoothened and he picked up the call.

“Jagiya? Everything alright? Hmm–Oh, really? Thank you so much (Y/N)! She’s safe? Okay, okay I will call you soon…yes. Good night, get some rest okay? Yes, I know. Bye.”

Jin sighed with a relieved smile as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Guys, I have good news—Yah! You punk, listen here, it is about Aeri.”

He was in a visibly lighter mood after the phone call and it did help to relieve the knotting tension in the atmosphere.

Taehyung jumped on his feet at the mention of Aerin “What about Aeri?”

“She called (Y/N) a few minutes ago, she’s at her colleague’s place. (Y/N) is sending me an address and Aeri mentioned that she doesn’t want to see you right now so…”

“Okay, let’s take out the car, I need to get there as soon as possible.”

With that, Taehyung marched past him, rushing for his car keys, completely ignoring Jin’s words. The latter shared a look with Yoongi and scoffed.

“Let’s just go,” Namjoon spoke up before leading everyone out of the room.

—---------

“Amara? Is it?” Namjoon hummed as he read through the address (Y/N) had sent Jin while Yoongi drove through the quietened streets of Seoul.

Their car finally stopped near an apartment building. It looked somewhat old and perhaps would need a bit more maintenance, but the area was not unsafe– much to their relief.

Taehyung was ready to jump out of the car but Hoseok stopped him “Tae, she explicitly stated that she does not want to see you right now and the things you spit out at her…” he trailed off with a disappointed sigh.

“Let me and Jin handle this.” he concluded.

“He’s right Taehyung.” Yoongi agreed as he stared ahead at the building, looking around for any passerby.

If someone manages to recognise them, they would be in trouble. Taehyung nodded curtly before Jin and Hoseok wore their bucket hats, face masks and jackets and walked out of the car.

“Why aren’t they back yet? Not even a text?”

Taehyung was visibly agitated– not that the younger ones were very patient, but with Aerin gone, taehyung was practically a ticking time bomb.

“Relax they’ll be here.” Jimin tried to reassure him in vain.

“I’m Going.”

Before anybody could react, taehyung was out of the car and jogging towards the building.

“Taehyung–Tae– Jimin and Jungkook, you both stay here,” Yoongi instructed before he and Namjoon chased after the berserk man.

“What the hell were you even thinking?” Namjoon hissed as he grabbed the younger male by his arm.

“Let’s go and see.” his eyes were struck by the floor above. They were already halfway through the stairs, another floor and they would meet Aerin.

With an annoyed sigh, Namjoon let go of Taehyung’s arm and let continued to climb the stairs instead. Yoongi followed close behind Taehyung, he could already hear some light mummers, and as they approached closer to their destination, the sounds only amplified.

“What do you mean by this? How can you not know us?” Hoseok's voice was wrapped with confusion with a hint of annoyance.

“I mean, I do know you but you people are still strangers. I do not know you.” the woman hissed.

“Has she not—” Jin was cut off by Taehyung

“What is happening here? Where is Aeri?” the three heads turned to Taehyung.

“Look, I’m sorry but Aerin has not mentioned that her boyfriend is a celebrity! How can this be even possible?”

The woman spoke out. Hoseok frowned, Yoongi could see that his patience was wearing thin.

“Listen my friend just—”

“Mara? What’s happening…” Aerin’s voice trailed down as she came out of a room and neared the door.

“Uh…here—they're saying—.”

“Aerin, love, are you okay?”

Not caring for anything, Taehyung pushed the door open forcibly

“Hey!” the woman was evidently pissed at the rashness, but perhaps not more than Aerin herself.

“What are you doing here?” Aerin hissed at Taehyung

“Love I—”

“I don’t want to see you right now, why can’t you get it.”

“Taehyung, Tae, give her some space, you both need it.”

Yoongi finally intervened, stopping Taehung from forcibly stepping inside the woman’s apartment.

They could not afford any scandal after (Y/N) and Jin’s almost-exposed relationship.

“Look, we’re sorry, and Aerin, I’m just relieved to know that you’re okay and safe.”

Jin stepped forward and effectively took control of the situation while Namjoon was engaged with his phone, probably testing Bang PD.

The other woman, though displeased, also stood stiff as a stone. Having seven grown men at one’s doorstep, demanding to see her friend in the middle of the night would be intimidating to anyone after all.

“We’re leaving, and are greatly regretful for the inconvenience we have caused, it was only out of concern for our friend.” Jin did not hesitate from apologising to soothe the situation.

“Amara, I apologise on their behalf, I should not have dragged you into this.” Aerin’s voice weighed heavy with guilt.

“We are going, we heartily apologise once more.” he bowed deeply before pulling Taehyng along with him.

The younger man was unwilling but one hard glare from Jin and he was moving along with his head bowed and shoulders sagged as if a child were denied his favourite treat.

—----

“You know how embarrassing it was?” I told you—fucking specifically asked you to stay the hell back but no!”

Namjoon was fuming– his jaws ticking constantly as he ground out the words. He ran his fingers through his hair, muffling it as they drove back to the dorm.

“Wait, stop the car!” the vehicle came to a jerky halt at Yoongi’s command.

“Anything wrong?” the manager sounded concerned.

“It will be a quick trip, I promise.” Yoongi huffed while putting on his face mask and cap.

“What’s wrong with you Hyung? You want a drink? I will make you one at the dorm, don’t just risk things now.” Namjoon was visibly annoyed, his shoulders stiffened as he spoke.

“I’m not that stupid Joon, it’ll be quick, I promise.”

That was all Yoongi had as an explanation before he hopped out of the car and jogged inside the bar–an elite bar that hosted the group regularly, the owner knew Mr Bang and things were generally smoother and better there. But grabbing a drink at two in the morning was a bit unusual for them.

What seemed like an hour later, Yoongi jogged back into the car.

Namjoon chose not to interrogate the older male this time. It had been a rough day for them, first, Holly paid a visit and broke his hyung’s heart all over again and now Taehyung had upset Aerin to the point that the girl had moved away temporarily. He often wondered how would he be when he–if he ever found his ‘the one’? He had been in relationships– they never seemed to work, either he failed to open up or ended up regretting it.

He glimpsed at a distraught Taehyung and a distant Yoongi. Both anguished, but in love. Namjoon knew that their ‘love’ was…different– to put it lightly, but they did not care. Where they stood was the peak. A lonesome, scary peak. They wanted true, unconditional love, they needed it. They were so starved, littered with cracks, so twisted…They wanted it all when it came to love. And Namjoon knew that he would do everything and anything in order to make sure that his members have their perfect love stories in their palms. He did not care, not anymore.

—----

“This better be urgent, I am having a meeting in the next hour.” even if he tried, Bang PD’s voice gave away the slight irritation he felt.

“I assure you that it is a matter of urgency. And I need Hybe’s long reach.” Yoongi replied as he sat calmly on the other side of the table.

They currently sat in Bang PD’s cabin where Yoongi had requested for a quick but urge t meeting.

“What have you done now?” though he sounded nonchalant, Yoongi knew that PD-nim was shaking his head in his mind.

Yoongi let out a short breath and straightened up, tilting his head slightly “How much deep can we reach in the system?”

“It's all a matter of money and connection. How deep are you willing to go?”

“Hybe has hands in funding the election campaign…”

“What do you want, Yoongi?”

Mr Bang did not have time to entertain moving around the bush, he hit straight to the point. Yoongi nodded and replied.

“I would need Hybe’s assistance in…something. Just for convenience’s sake. Would a glitch be too much to ask for?”

—-----

Removing his shirt, Yoongi moved towards his closet, feeling lighter but also no less dreary. It had been a long day of shoots and recordings and his eyes weighed heavy. But it was all going to fade soon.

Very soon…

He smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt, his porcelain chest lay bare in front of the mirror with a delicate ‘7’ tattooed on his left and at a pinky’s gap, ‘Min Holly’.

****

Phew! It has been a while since I updated. And believe me, I have been feeling both helpless and guilty. The exams and the sudden passing of a loved one left me...Tired, emotionally drained, mentally drained and overall, I felt I was in a creative stagnation. For a while, I did not like anything I was previously passionate about. Nothing appealed to me, and nothing much mattered-- I was simply following a schedule I had set for myself and fighting to put myself back on track.

But I had been writing bits of each fic and while I had intended to make this part longer, I just wished to update and get into the fanfic writer shoes again. I will update whenever I can, I cannot promise to be regular, academics are keeping me busy these days. But thank you for all your support and patience. Thank you for being so understanding. Just thank you.

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sweetwolfcupcake · 2 years

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Steel Blue: The Breaking

Shades of Obsession

Steel Blue Masterlist

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Yandere Yoongi x Original Character

The following day had started unexpectedly to say the least. Holly had put it on herself to cook breakfast every day before she and Yoongi left for their respective workplaces. But she woke up to an empty bedside and the aroma of freshly made breakfast wafting through the drawing room and kitchen.

“Yoongi?”

She had not even expected him to be there. Yoongi, whom she had come to know over the years with him, had the tendency to avoid confrontation, especially after any upsetting argument- it was his way of maintaining peace.

So she was surprised, to say the least when she found him in the kitchen, making breakfast.

“Oh, hi-good morning. Why don’t you freshen us, I’m almost done.” he turned to her and responded like it was an everyday occurrence.

Like things were not going downhill.

But she chose not to say a word and simply oblige. She did not even remember when she fell asleep last night. She had gotten straight home and then under the covers with the hope that by the time Yoongi would be home, she would be fast asleep. And it worked- because she had cried her way back to the apartment and then to her sleep.

And now she was simply tired.

Every time Holly saw him, all she could think of was how he revealed his thoughts regarding their engagement. And every time she looked at the gleaming diamond sitting on her finger, her heart ached.

The morning routine went by in monotony anyway.

Breakfast on the table was dominated by silence. Though Yoongi did speak, occasionally showing interest in her colleagues and work projects, it was mostly white noise to Holly’s senses.

The day went by, and the next, and the following days.

He wanted to put effort, Holly could not unsee that- even if she wanted to. She was simply too tired and dismayed to respond. She was in Seoul because she had requested a transfer to the Seoul branch of the multinational company she worked in. She was about to complete her fourth year there and every time she realised that she was reminded of all the hollow dreams she had naively woven.

She returned to an empty apartment- nothing unusual for her anymore. Yet this time, the emptiness made her contemplate the most. It was like being a silent spectator when all the memories played in her mind.

She ran her fingers through the shirt she had gifted him- black looked exceptionally good on him. She loved it when he wore black, especially with the Rolex watch that would gleam under expensive chandeliers. Paired with spectacles and he would be a sight to behold- too attractive to take her eyes off him.

She imagined him walking through the door in the exact getup, as he had done on their first date since she had moved to Seoul.

Holly smiled, remembering the passionate night that had followed. She had stayed that night with him- and she could swear that there was no other home she wished to be in at that time. Yet, looking at how things turned up.

She could not help but bring the shirt closer and smell it. And though it smelled like all the freshly washed clothes in the closet- to her, it also smelt like all the beautiful moments they had spent together and the memories they shared.

And finally, the dam broke. Pitiful but0 unburdening sobs escaped her mouth as she sunk to the floor, her tears melting in the shirt, disappearing into the darkness.

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He could see it- the love of his life slipping from his fingers like fine sand- and each passing moment brought him closer to a confrontation Yoongi knew was inevitable. It was like something changed after that night after he finally confessed his truest thoughts about their engagement.

Yoongi noticed how she would not play with the ring on his finger that much. In fact, she did not play with his hands that often. The nights of chatting in the dark became far in between. All of this had happened in just a week.

The drastic change turned him even more desperate to save their relationship because no matter how rare his love confessions were, or what he thought regarding their engagement. He loved Holly Wilson with all of his heart. And he loved her enough to see a future with her. He loved her with all of his heart and every inch of his physical self and beyond. He loved her. He really did but it was a like a glass wall had appeared between them. No matter what he did, or said his actions, his message did not seem to reach her.

And this was exactly what was happening at the dinner at an expensive restaurant that had perfect privacy for them. On every rare occasion they could dine out together, in peace, they always would have so much to talk about. But this time, it was silence. And Yoongi was not familiar with the strange, uncomfortable silence.

He paid for the meal and began to drive home with Holly in the passenger seat. But it was like a switch flipped and he drove the car into a secluded road. He noticed her frown, but the lack of a verbal question ticked him off. Quickly parking the car on the side of the road, he turned to her.

“Why didn’t you question me?”

“What?” she was visibly confused and clueless.

“I took a wrong turn and you did not even mention it?”

“You drove through that path a hundred times, Yoongi, I thought you would know.”

“So? So you would not point it out to me?”

“What is this coming from?”

Yoongi looked away and fought back the tears stinging his eyes. Leaning against his seat, he let out a deep, anguished breath and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” he gulped, feeling his voice cracking “I am so, sorry. I messed up. I know I…But I can’t take this anymore. I feel it in my bones, I am losing you…” a single tear did manage to escape the corner of his eye before he turned towards her.

She had her eyes on him. The streetlight above them partially lit up her face, her eyes remained in the darkness but he could see the tears shining in them.

“Come back to me, Holly… Please come back to me.”

“Can you be as happy as you were before the engagement, Yoongi?” her voice was soft “Will you be a truly happy man in marriage Yoongi?”

��I am trying, please I’m trying to recover.”

“I don’t think it can be recovered, Yoongi.”

“Then what should I do!?” he asked- utterly tired and frustrated.

“Tell me honestly, Yoongi. Do you really believe that marriage is meaningless?”

“A ring does not decide our future, Holly it cannot.” he stated desperately, trying to express his point of view “It does not and cannot change the fact that I love you.”

“But it is important for me Yoongi. It is important. I tried so hard and I never intended to make you feel suffocated. But I did, didn’t I? I know your priorities, and I had promised myself to never interfere with that. But you are right. I tried too hard, and perhaps I did lose myself. I do not recognise myself anymore, I do not recognise you anymore, I do not know us anymore.”

Yoongi reached out his palm to touch her cheek.

“I will make this right. We have fought in the past and we always sorted a way out. We can do this.”

“Please be honest with me Yoongi, do you even want to marry me in future? Do you even see yourself married to me?”

“I…” his palm slipped away “Is marriage so important?”

He felt a drop of tear on his retreating hand before she looked away.

“Let’s just go back, it’s getting late. Not safe for us.” she whispered out.

Yoongi sighed as he restarted the car. This was perhaps the most hopeless of situations he had been in so far with her. But he would make it right. He had to.

“I will be leaving for shooting a music video tomorrow. I will be back in a week or so. We…We can visit Mr Kang then, okay? We will get through this, Holly, we always do.”

This time, he did not wait for her reply, he simply turned the car and drove through the route they always used.

—------

“Hyung?”

Yoongi turned around to find Namjoon behind him, a frown of concern settled between the younger’s eyebrows as he approached him.

“Joon, why are you up?”

“I could ask you the same. You smoking again?”

Namjoon knew that he smoked when he was stressed or sad. It was well past midnight and a smoking Yoongi at the Hotel lodge definitely concerned the younger, he could see it.

“Don’t worry, just trying to get through jetlag.”

Namjoon hummed and took a seat beside him.

“You don’t smoke to get through jetlag, you smoke when you are stressed.” he pointed out.

Yoongi smiled and put the cigarette between his lips again. There was no hiding from his best friend.

“You spoke to Holly, right?”

Yoongi nodded slowly at the question “And we are still stuck…Does marriage really matter so much, Joon?”

“Depends from person to person. It might mean a lot to her and not as much to you. But that does not make you love each other any less, does it?” he replied simply

“I’m losing her Namjoon.” Yoongi felt the familiar sting behind his eyes as his mind replayed the last conversation they had two days ago. “And I cannot lose her, I love her.”

“Then show it to her. Call for her with all you have, put all you have into pursuing her back, and let your love speak in this situation. She loves you too, I see it in her eyes. She will see your love, she will understand.”

“You think I did not try?”

“Then try harder, try just as desperate as you feel.”

“I love her, Namjoon. I cannot lose her.”

“We do not lose our lovers, hyung. You know that right?” there was a strange gleam in Namjoon’s eyes.

Sometimes, Yoongi forgot how things worked in their world.

“Marriage will change everything, Namjoon. I will fail as a husband, she will hate me.”

“Why would she? And why would you fail? You make her so happy and she makes you happy. Just don’t give up. Just don’t give up hyung.” he engulfed Yoongi into a heartwarming hug with that.

“I won’t. I love her, I cannot let her go,” he whispered to himself as he returned the gesture.

He was lucky to have his best friends by his side.

He would fight for her, for them. For their love.

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It was strange to have only shared four video calls in the span of a whole week with the love of his life. But the crew and the members had an extremely busy week shooting for the music video. But he texted her every time he went to bed and as soon as he would up.

And their flow of texts had been surprisingly normal. He actually went to bed with a smile. He could not attend the session the previous week, but his time, Yoongi was more than ready to visit Dr Kang with Holly.

He wanted to rush home as soon as his flight landed back in Seoul, but the Dorm was closer and everyone was exhausted. So, instead, he went back to the Dorm along with the members. He had a surprise dinner date planned for the night. But he needed to be refreshed and awake for that.

—-----

“Hyung? Suga Hyung! Wake up, it’s six. The reservation is at seven-thirty.” Jungkook shook Yoongi awake.

Within moments, the sleepy haze was replaced by mild panic.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” Yoongi hissed as he rushed in and out of the bathroom, refreshing himself and choosing an apt outfit for the date

“We woke up an hour ago. Go get freshened up.”

Yoongi did not need to be told twice, he was already inside the bathroom by the time Jungkook was done speaking.

After quickly dressing himself up, skipping the tie because he was already running late, he drove towards his home, stopping by to buy a bouquet of roses. But the florist had run out of roses, so he offered to make a bouquet of pink carnations and white lilies. It was a lovely decoration and Yoongi could not wait to see Holly’s smile at the sight of the flowers.

When was the last time he had brought flowers for her again?

He did not remember.

Throughout the week away from Holly, away from home, he had come to realise many things, one of which was how little he had given attention and effort to the relationship that meant everything to him.

But he was going to make everything right. He had to.

He did to ring the doorbell, but instead put on the passcode- he wanted to surprise her. She would not expect him with a bouquet.

The familiar smell of home greeted him as soon as he entered the apartment.

“Holly, I’m home!"

His hold tightened on the bouquet as excitement surged through him

“Holly?”

There was no reply.

He marched into their shared bedroom.

“Holly are you—”

He stopped midway at the monochromatic and pristine setting of the bedroom.

It was strange…

The bathroom door was left ajar with no sign of anyone there. He checked still.

No one. Empty.

“Holly?” he called out aloud.

The apartment was clearly empty.

With the intention of calling her, he was about to keep the bouquet on the table when he noticed it.

The ring was placed neatly on the table and a voice recorder along with it.

It was like a sudden chill that had settled on his stomach. But he wanted to rationalise himself.

Maybe…Maybe she had just taken it off and forgotten.

With that thought, he rushed towards their shared closet. And to his utter dread, the sight of her missing clothes and luggage froze him.

He stood there, for one good minute, simply trying to fight back the devastation and breathlessness that followed.

She left.

She left him, just walked away from him, from his life, from his love.

He rushed back to the table where the voice recorder sat plainly. With shaking hands, he took it and switched it on, the bouquet sat on the ground, he did not even notice when he had dropped it.

“Yoongi, I love you. And I am saying this first because my actions do not match my words. But know this, I have always loved you and will love you still. By the time you receive this message, I would be sitting on my flight. I knew you were going to return today, Hoseok told me that you have a surprise for me so I should be ready for the evening.”

There was a slight pause and chuckle., but Yoongi was already out of the apartment, grabbing the car key as his hold tightened on the recorder.

He reached the car at record speed. The sky above him rumbled but his attention was on her voice.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried, I really tried. But that night, when you revealed what you really felt about our engagement, it was like…like a string that snapped within me. Like all the hopes, all the motivation, it flew off. I could see you putting up efforts, I could see that you cared…But it felt too late Yoongi.”

Her voice cracked in the end but he shook his head, wiping off his incessant tears as he pressed on the accelerator.

“I know marriage does not stand much significance to you, I know you felt like we could do better without it. And I know that you thought that you could not be a good husband or a good father. But I saw you, and still see you, as the perfect man Yoongi. You would have been an excellent husband and one of the best fathers in the world. To me, you were always perfectly imperfect. Maybe slightly rough around the edges, but a masterpiece nevertheless. I love how passionate you are about music, how dedicated you are to your profession, your band, your music, and what a beautiful person you are. Even if I failed to make you feel so, you made me happy, Yoongi. You gave me, the happiest four years of my life. I would never…I would never forge-t that. I want y-you to know that it was not an easy step for me to take. T-to say yes to my transfer to another country. And when…when they gave me the option to stay, o-or accept the relocation, all I could think was how I wished to say. I really did Yoongi…”

He could clearly hear the struggle against her own emotions in her voice. How she was fighting to not break down.

Yoongi’s vision was blurred with tears, but he did not stop driving.

“I wanted to stay, Yoongi. But I cannot do that- not anymore. We are not the same people we once were. And it is natural to grow. We simply could not grow together. Marriage might not mean a lot to you but to me…it means everything. And I’m sorry if I made you feel pressured to propose to me, I'm sorry if I made you feel suffocated. I’m sorry if I made you feel not worthy enough, I-I’m sorry if I could not be the lover you deserve. B-But I must let you know this, Yoongi, that I had always loved you. A-And even though we did not get the happy ending we once dreamt of, it’s okay, I got to know you, I could love you with…with all m-my heart and soul and I could feel your love…That is enough for me. We loved, we laughed…And we were happy once. And that is…Everything to me…And you were right, I am not the same person anymore. I do not even recognise myself now- I need to find myself Yoongi, not only for my sake but for the love we once shared...”

There was a queue till the gates of the international terminal. With no other option, he parked his car sideways, though he knew that he would be fined heavily for that, he could care less.

His grip tightened on the recorder still playing, despite the blinding drumming of the heavily pouring. But all he could focus on was rushing toward the terminal gate

“So remember this, Min Yoongi, Holly Wilson loved you with all her heart. And although it was the most difficult decision I had to take- and I know that you might hate me for this- this is the most difficult goodbye I had to say–a-and like a coward, I could not even say it in person, because I would not have been able to say it to you like that. I love you, I always w-will, and I hope you find someone who can truly make you happy…Goo—shit it’s so hard—okay…Goodbye Min Yoongi. Please forgive me if you can. I know you would be happier some day.”

The recording ended and he was close to the terminal. He gasped through the pouring rain as he increased his place, all his focus on the terminal gates. He felt like he was bouncing on his steps.

And one moment, he was so close to reaching the shade, crossing the road, and the next moment, a deafening horn was all he could hear and screeching of the tyres until he felt the weighted push, making him fall to the ground against his shoulder before his head hit the road. The pain sent his ears ringing and his nose blocking. The voice recorder fell from his grip. He could feel the thrumming of multiple footsteps, but things were fading so soon.

He wanted to scream that she was wrong. She made him the happiest man alive, he wanted to stop her, reach her, pull her in his arms and apologise for making her feel like she was not enough.

But everything crumbled before his eyes as his vision darkened and he was forced to close his eyes.

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So, this was one hell of an angst ride. Hope you all liked it because the story is going to take a turn.

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