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NAMJOON
hyung, we lack one more
track for the repackaged
version of wings
—
yoongi instantly minimized the photo viewer on his computer. he wiped his wet cheeks and turned around to face his friend who was waiting by his door.
—
YOONGI
hmm?
yea, sure i got it
NAMJOON
no pressure though
if you don’t feel
like writing yet, we could wait
YOONGI
no, no, it’s okay
it takes my mind off her
NAMJOON
i hope you’ll feel better soon
YOONGI
i’m fine, don’t
worry about me
NAMJOON
i better get going
i’ll be in mon studio
if you need me
—
namjoon left the genius lab and met with the rest of the members at the living room
—
HOSEOK
how is he?
NAMJOON
he said he’ll do it
TAEHYUNG
are you sure we
should be asking him
to do this?
JIN
isn’t it too
early to expose
him to work again?
JUNGKOOK
i agree with hyung,
yura noona just died
we should let him
move on first
NAMJOON
please hear me out, isn’t it
best to ask him
to write a song now?
NAMJOON
i mean, at least in songwriting
he could express his
feelings
JIMIN
i worry about him
i miss yura noona too
HOSEOK
let’s be strong for
yoongi hyung
he needs our support
at times like this
NAMJOON
hoseok is right
let’s give him a little space
and refrain from
mentioning her name
—
yoongi spent most of his days scribbling random words on a piece of paper, filled with skepticism what to write. this is how he usually get things done, he would look for a word and stare at it for a minute or two and then a stream of ideas and melodies would just flow endlessly from his mind. but this time, there was none. the creative part of his brain won’t respond to any of the words or letters he wrote as if it had stopped functioning, totally shutting down his ability to write a good song.
he opened a familiar folder on his desktop, revealing all their candid photos together. he clicked the first photo, it was his favorite. his girlfriend was smiling at him with a rose on her hand. the next photo was her again, looking at the distant horizon where the sky meets the sea, he remembered this day vividly.
this was the day they celebrated his birthday together. the next photo was their first photograph, yoongi was giving her a hug from the back while she held on tightly on his arms around her. their bodies were angled to the side, and a gleeful smile were carved on their faces. as he scanned the rest of the album once again, he found himself crying in no time.
all he ever wanted was to see her again. she was the core reason why he was able to write powerful songs, the main protagonist in all his stories, the only rose among all the thorns in his life.
one could say that she was the main purpose of his life, she gave the melody in his lyrics. she was like the human form of art that sang its way to his heart. yoongi was known to be cold and idle, but with her, everything turns around.
—
YOONGI
why did you leave me, yura?
YOONGI
why did you
leave me?
—
yoongi brought out a small box from his drawer and upon opening it, he took the ring to his hand and drowned himself at the thought of his lost girlfriend.
—
YOONGI
what am i supposed to do
with this now?
—
he clutched the ring and folded his arms to support his face down. his tears burst forth like a waterfall falling from the zenith of a hill, damping his cheeks and the table.
—
YOONGI
i want to get over
you but i don’t
know how
YOONGI
please help me
because i don’t know
what to do with
my broken heart
YOONGI
yura, please
—
his drama was suddenly interrupted by a notification from his phone
—
MRS. MIN
there’ll be an incoming
snow storm in seoul next week
stay safe, honey
MRS. MIN
i know we don’t talk
that much but i will always be
here for you
YOONGI
thanks mom, i miss you
MRS. MIN
by the way, how’s yura?
i thought you’re getting
married on spring?
YOONGI
eomma...
—
he placed his hand over to his mouth in an attempt not to break down at the mention of her name. the word ‘yura’ alone could pierce like an arrow through his heart, he clutched his chest and ...
—
YOONGI
eomma, sh—she’s gone
MRS. MIN
what?
honey, how did—?
YOONGI
she was involved in
a car crash...
MRS. MIN
yoongi, why didn’t you tell me?
YOONGI
i’m sorry
i can’t talk about her
right now
i need to go...
—
the moment he dropped the call, his tears fell with an increasing sense of loneliness and agony. opposite his window, the snow fell from the sky, the coldness seemed to have found its way to his aching heart
—
YOONGI
i wish the spring moved
ahead for us
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YOONGI
i miss you
when I say that, i miss you more
i’m looking at your photo
but I still miss you
YOONGI
time is so cruel
i hate us
now it’s hard to even
see each other’s faces
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