Monday, 6:45 P.M.

The meet finally ended and even when I attended it online, it tired me out. Who in fucking hell have a meeting for seven hours straight without any break?

Still a question reiterates in my mind. How will I face him when we will be recording? I cannot just hide myself forever. Again, a notification popped up on my phone. I feel deplorable that I am ignoring him, but I don't know how to respond. What words I should be using that doesn't seem rude... That doesn't seem me.

Seokjin

Seokjin:
You didn't attend the
meeting. Are you that
sick?

Me:
I am fine. Thank you
for your concern.

I attended it online.

Seokjin:
What's it Mi?

Me:
Mia.

Seokjin:
Huh?

Me:
Call me Mia or Mi Yi.
I would like this to be
professional.

Seokjin:
So, I cannot even call you
Mi?

Wtf is wrong with you?
There are approximately
fifty messages that you
didn't reply of. You don't
pick up calls. Most of the
time your phone is switched
off.

I don't know shit about
your health and that's
bothering me. Alot. I cannot
think straight without
getting to know if you are
doing fine. And I feel
despondent that I have
no one to ask except you.

Why are you doing this?

Why? You ask me why?

Me:
I am sorry if that
offended you. I really
didn't pick up my phone.

I just answered a few
texts that too from my mom.

I picked up no calls in
the meantime.

Seokjin:
I am sorry for lashing
out at you. I am sorry.

You don't have to be sorry.

How are you feeling?

Pathetic.

Me:
I am fine. Okay, I have
some imp work to deal
with, so, I may take my
leave.

I apologise for the
inconvenience caused.

Seokjin:
Why are you doing this
to me Mi?

Why did you do this to me Meishi?

Thursday, 11:15 P.M.

I am now fully recovered, at least physically. Yes, it took me time to get over the fact that I am not texting the person whom I used to text almost everyday.

I heard a knock out of nowhere. Everyone must be in their rooms by now though. Maybe Ari asking for the music sheets. I opened the door but... No one.

Again a knock and my breathing hitched. I knew Dami shouldn't have killed that spider.

I walked up slowly to the window where the volume was coming from. I drew the curtains open and my eyes widened and jaw dropped watching Seokjin clinging onto the pipe. What in fucking hell is that?

I quickly opened the door and helped him come up the window. I closed the window and drew the curtains. Rushed to close the door and latch it while he was panting.

"Well," he breathed, "I thought you won't even let me in."

"What in hell are you doing here?" I asked abruptly. My heart was beating nervously as I folded my hands on my chest.

"You weren't answering texts, not picking up calls and I had to know how you were doing," he said.

"Who's idea was it?"

"Mine-"

"Don't lie," I interrupted.

"Jungkook."

My lips parted again, and my shoulders dropped slightly. "H-He knows?"

"He happened to read our texts," he shrugged.

Wow. Now one more person who witnessed my naivety. How much more do you wanna humiliate me?

"Please have a seat now that you are here," I gestured towards the couch and to my surprise he actually did.

I thought he would say he wanted to leave. Gentleman? My ass!

I sat on the bed that faced the couch and took a pillow and placed it on my stomach. Why? Cause it was comfortable and I didn't want him to see my Peppa Pig T shirt.

"So... Umm..." He fumbled, his elbows were resting on his thighs. He was efforlessly handsome, but the moon is drunk and stars intoxicated by the sins of the sun and the sadness of the sky, his face doesn't fascinate me now. How different had I anticipated the meeting of me and my idol.

His gaze fixed at me and I am just looking back at him, even when looking at him burns my eye. There was a placid brightness on his face, what an irony.

"Speak it," I said.

"First of all, I am sorry Mi- Mia. I am sorry for lying in the first case. Sorry for talking to you. Sorry for pretending to be someone else. Sorry for lashing out at you but believe me it was just my concern. I couldn't have conversed with you if I had told you the truth."

I nodded. The same rules were there for me Seokjin. Are you forgetting that you are talking to a fellow idol? I still didn't kept you in cover.

"If I didn't care for you, why would I have come to your fansign?" He asked.

Well now that hurts. He came to the fansign because he cares not because he admires my talent. How many scars can I justify, just because he is one holding the knife?

"I wouldn't have sneaked into your room if I didn't care. You are really a close friend of mine who I don't wanna lose."

You are like snow, beautiful and cool but I'd freeze to death if I remain close to you cause I have lost the warmth to melt you. I'm sorry.

"I don't want to be," I said calmly.

"Huh?"

"I don't want to be friends with you. Not anymore."

"But why? Is it because of the song? About others knowing out friendship? About me-"

"It's about me. Not everything is about you-"

"Unnie, you got the music sheets?" Ari yelled knocking on the door. My blood froze in my veins.

"And why in hell have you closed the door? You never do..."

"I'm changing. Just give me a second kid!" I yelled back and stood up, not concerning about the revelation of my Peppa Pig. He is cute anyway.

"Ya, get up! Hide!" I whisper yelled.

He looked around, confounded. Is he nuts?

I pulled him up by his hand and pulled him straight towards the bathroom and closed the door.

I inhaled deeply before opening the door.

"What were you doing Unnie? Took you so long," she smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Take what you want and leave," I said and she entered the room. She opened the bedside drawer, pulling out some music sheets.

"Oh Unnie, you bought a new key chain? Which car key is this?" She asked picking up the car keys on the couch.

He surely is irresponsible.

"Yeah," I snatched them from her, "now that you got your papers. I think you should go and sleep early."

She smirked again, "why don't I stay here. I sniff mischief here."

I tilted my head and glared, she easily got intimidated, running out of the room. I closed the door behind her and let out the breath I was holding.

Quickly opening the bathroom door, I mumbled a little sorry.

He was sweating profoundly even when it was fairly cool. His skin was a brush of pink. Maybe he got suffocated here.

"I am really sorry, it's just Ari came out of nowhere and I didn't knew-"

"It's fine," he said getting out while I gave him the space to do so.

"I-I think I should leave," he said.

"Yeah but you are not going down from there. You've just recovered and that kid Kook really needs sense to be thrusted into his brain. This is downright outrageous."

"Yeah, I just made a fool out of myself," he said lowly, looking down.

"Don't worry. The fool will always be me."

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