Just A Number
Chapter 57
*Yoongi’s POV *
We sat across from each other silent. It’s been almost 10 minutes and all that can be heard is the ticking on the wall clock. “Uh,” I muttered, “I know…I know it’s been years since…we last saw each other,” her eyes remained looking down at the desk, I don’t think she can even look at me.
“Well um, you look, you look amazing…,” I say looking at her pregnant belly as she was rubbing it still not looking at me, “I hope he’s…better than I ever could have been.” Her eyes flashed up at me, fuck, why did I say that I mean, it’s true because…at the end of the day, I think she deserves the best…
I cleared my throat, as emotions started to fill me up, I don’t know how to start this, I don’t know where to begin, I just know I owe her an explanation. “Why?” her disconcerted voice echoed in my ears, “why did…why did you hurt me,” she broke down, my wrenching heart…, “I’m sorry,” I whispered hiding my face in my hands, “I’m so sorry,”
*Flashback *
I woke myself out of sleep in my cubicle, it’s been a habit of mine here since I started working here. I fucking hate my job. Ever since the studio went out of business everything just seems to be standing still for me. Except for Yuna, I know she’s living her dream of becoming a professional makeup artist, but what am I doing?
I knew it was going to be hard to find a good studio to work for, I only agreed to stop working with music so she wouldn’t leave me. I knew I lost my ways with her for several years due to music, I just want her to be happy again…like we were before. But it’s getting harder...
I walked into a café to get some coffee, I was beyond exhausted. I just got off of work and knew Yuna wouldn’t be home until late since she’s working on set for a movie. I sat at a table writing meaningless lyrics, I’m just so bored I don’t know what to do, I miss being at the studio.
I looked around the café and saw a piano, feels like music can’t escape me wherever I go. I walked to it and began playing some melodies, it relaxes me, it brings me back to when I used to play for Donguk. I honestly wished I had more time to teach him…
“Hey, you’re really good,” a woman came out of nowhere next to me, smiling.
“Oh, thanks,” I nodded to her continuing to play. “Are you self-taught?” she rests her arms on top of the piano, “Uh, yeah, I am,” “Cool, I wish I could teach myself how to play,” I said nothing and continued to play, “My name is Chin Seonmi what’s yours?” she giggled, what’s with her? “Min Yoongi,” I muttered growing annoyed.
“You look like a man who knows a lot about music,” “You can say that,” I shifted my eyes towards her, she looks out of place, pink hair, cakey makeup, flashy jewelry, who is this girl? “Is there anything you want?” Her smile grows wide, “Yes, I want you to come work for my father, he’s a big music producer back in the States.” “Is that so? And may I ask why you’re scouting me?” I asked skeptical, “Like I said, you look like a man who knows a lot about music, am I right?”
I stopped playing and looked at her directly, what is this girl up to?
It’s been a year since I started working at my stupid desk job, still hating it. I find myself bringing my work at home and taking my frustrations out on Yuna, which I hoped wouldn’t happen. However, I’ve been secretly making music, I don’t know why I thought I would all of a sudden just quit, I’ve been sharing them with Seonmi and she’s been sharing them with her father, whom she says is a big producer in the US looking for people to work with. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but she says he’s been enjoying the music I made.
Seonmi: Yoongi, this is it, my father is really impressed by your music he really wants to meet you!!
Me: Really??
Seonmi: Yes! We can fly you there..
Me: Alright! Until when??
Seonmi: No Yoongi,... he wants you to stay…in America to work.
Me: What? I can’t
Seonmi: WhY?? This would be your big break into working with the music industry!! What do you got to lose here?
Me: I have a gf here…idk
Seonmi: It’s up to you…
I put my phone down, this is frustrating, can I really just leave Yuna? This year hasn’t been the best for us, I would have thought it would get better but it hasn’t’ with me doing this stupid job and her living her dreams. I do…want to become a better person for her, someone she can rely on, be proud of. My phone buzzed again,
Seonmi: If we were to leave, it would be somewhere in February.
Me: I need time to think.
“who are you texting?” Yuna walked into the living room fresh from the shower, “No one,” I sighed putting my phone away. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine Yuna.” I sternly say, she slowly nods and walks away, what is wrong with me?...
*Early Morning of Valentine’s Day *
My phone buzzed at 4 in the morning…it’s Seonmi.
Seonmi: Have you had time to think???? We would be leaving tonight!!!! I need an answer!!
Fuck, tonight???? So soon? I haven’t talked to her since the last time…
Seonmi: This is your last chance...think about it..
I finished boxing my stuff and packing, I…can’t believe I’m doing this. I had to turn my phone off since it pained me so much receiving calls from Yuna, we’re supposed to go on our date…
“Is that everything?” Seonmi walks into the room, “Yeah..” I mumbled, she put her arms around my neck which took me by surprise, “It’s sad you have to leave your gf…especially on this day huh? Leaving everything behind and not talking to her once you leave…will you leave your feelings for her behind?” she winks, I removed her off of me and walked out of the room and said nothing. I already had a plan…work hard and make it big so I can take care of Yuna...even if I have no communications with her until it all happens.
I just hope she'll forgive me...
it'll be worth it Yuna...trust me.
We sat across from each other silent. It’s been almost 10 minutes and all that can be heard is the ticking on the wall clock. “Uh,” I muttered, “I know…I know it’s been years since…we last saw each other,” her eyes remained looking down at the desk, I don’t think she can even look at me.
“Well um, you look, you look amazing…,” I say looking at her pregnant belly as she was rubbing it still not looking at me, “I hope he’s…better than I ever could have been.” Her eyes flashed up at me, fuck, why did I say that I mean, it’s true because…at the end of the day, I think she deserves the best…
I cleared my throat, as emotions started to fill me up, I don’t know how to start this, I don’t know where to begin, I just know I owe her an explanation. “Why?” her disconcerted voice echoed in my ears, “why did…why did you hurt me,” she broke down, my wrenching heart…, “I’m sorry,” I whispered hiding my face in my hands, “I’m so sorry,”
*Flashback *
I woke myself out of sleep in my cubicle, it’s been a habit of mine here since I started working here. I fucking hate my job. Ever since the studio went out of business everything just seems to be standing still for me. Except for Yuna, I know she’s living her dream of becoming a professional makeup artist, but what am I doing?
I knew it was going to be hard to find a good studio to work for, I only agreed to stop working with music so she wouldn’t leave me. I knew I lost my ways with her for several years due to music, I just want her to be happy again…like we were before. But it’s getting harder...
I walked into a café to get some coffee, I was beyond exhausted. I just got off of work and knew Yuna wouldn’t be home until late since she’s working on set for a movie. I sat at a table writing meaningless lyrics, I’m just so bored I don’t know what to do, I miss being at the studio.
I looked around the café and saw a piano, feels like music can’t escape me wherever I go. I walked to it and began playing some melodies, it relaxes me, it brings me back to when I used to play for Donguk. I honestly wished I had more time to teach him…
“Hey, you’re really good,” a woman came out of nowhere next to me, smiling.
“Oh, thanks,” I nodded to her continuing to play. “Are you self-taught?” she rests her arms on top of the piano, “Uh, yeah, I am,” “Cool, I wish I could teach myself how to play,” I said nothing and continued to play, “My name is Chin Seonmi what’s yours?” she giggled, what’s with her? “Min Yoongi,” I muttered growing annoyed.
“You look like a man who knows a lot about music,” “You can say that,” I shifted my eyes towards her, she looks out of place, pink hair, cakey makeup, flashy jewelry, who is this girl? “Is there anything you want?” Her smile grows wide, “Yes, I want you to come work for my father, he’s a big music producer back in the States.” “Is that so? And may I ask why you’re scouting me?” I asked skeptical, “Like I said, you look like a man who knows a lot about music, am I right?”
I stopped playing and looked at her directly, what is this girl up to?
It’s been a year since I started working at my stupid desk job, still hating it. I find myself bringing my work at home and taking my frustrations out on Yuna, which I hoped wouldn’t happen. However, I’ve been secretly making music, I don’t know why I thought I would all of a sudden just quit, I’ve been sharing them with Seonmi and she’s been sharing them with her father, whom she says is a big producer in the US looking for people to work with. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but she says he’s been enjoying the music I made.
Seonmi: Yoongi, this is it, my father is really impressed by your music he really wants to meet you!!
Me: Really??
Seonmi: Yes! We can fly you there..
Me: Alright! Until when??
Seonmi: No Yoongi,... he wants you to stay…in America to work.
Me: What? I can’t
Seonmi: WhY?? This would be your big break into working with the music industry!! What do you got to lose here?
Me: I have a gf here…idk
Seonmi: It’s up to you…
I put my phone down, this is frustrating, can I really just leave Yuna? This year hasn’t been the best for us, I would have thought it would get better but it hasn’t’ with me doing this stupid job and her living her dreams. I do…want to become a better person for her, someone she can rely on, be proud of. My phone buzzed again,
Seonmi: If we were to leave, it would be somewhere in February.
Me: I need time to think.
“who are you texting?” Yuna walked into the living room fresh from the shower, “No one,” I sighed putting my phone away. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine Yuna.” I sternly say, she slowly nods and walks away, what is wrong with me?...
*Early Morning of Valentine’s Day *
My phone buzzed at 4 in the morning…it’s Seonmi.
Seonmi: Have you had time to think???? We would be leaving tonight!!!! I need an answer!!
Fuck, tonight???? So soon? I haven’t talked to her since the last time…
Seonmi: This is your last chance...think about it..
I finished boxing my stuff and packing, I…can’t believe I’m doing this. I had to turn my phone off since it pained me so much receiving calls from Yuna, we’re supposed to go on our date…
“Is that everything?” Seonmi walks into the room, “Yeah..” I mumbled, she put her arms around my neck which took me by surprise, “It’s sad you have to leave your gf…especially on this day huh? Leaving everything behind and not talking to her once you leave…will you leave your feelings for her behind?” she winks, I removed her off of me and walked out of the room and said nothing. I already had a plan…work hard and make it big so I can take care of Yuna...even if I have no communications with her until it all happens.
I just hope she'll forgive me...
it'll be worth it Yuna...trust me.
Notes
WHO IS READY FOR THE COMEBACKKKK?!?!? I'm ready for my wig to get snatchhhheeedddd!!
a few more hours! lol
also sorry for the delay I was having writers block on how to write this chapter, it's pretty shitty but I had to rewrite it 3 times lol.
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10/5/18