Hatching

Like a Butterfly

Dec 4th, 2017

Dawa ripped out a page from his notebook and crumpled it up. He let out a sigh of frustration as he placed his head onto his hands.

He was glad to have the members support his decision in leaving. Well, most of their support. Yoongi still refused to talk to him. Dawa tried everything to get Yoongi to talk to him again, but Yoongi ignored all those attempts. To add to the stress, Dawa wanted to make a new song before he left. It wasn't a "goodbye" song, but rather, an explanation of why he wanted to leave. He felt that he had to give armies a reason for why he was choosing this path, and he hoped that those who supported him all along would wish him health and happiness in this new chapter.

He had a good chunk of the lyrics, and the chorus, but he just couldn't help feeling that the song was still incomplete. It was almost 1 am, and Dawa couldn't leave the studio when he was so stuck.

Dawa started to hum a new tune but then gave a short shout of dislike. And then again, he would try, but this time, to the violin-based soundtrack he had pre-made.

"Bloody hell!" He shouted again in frustration, this time, he tried to improvise. He came out with a few words he liked but that didn't do much.

"Aish..." he started to curse in Korean but stopped himself when he noticed someone at the door of his studio.

"Hyung... I didn't expect to be "

"Jin Hyung told me to give you this," Yoongi spoke, sounding reluctant.

"Oh...thank you..."

Yoongi turned around to leave but didn't get the chance to when he heard Dawa call him.

"Hyung...can you help me?" There was a pause. "Just one last time?"

Yoongi clutched his hands into fists, and aggressively turned to face Dawa. "Why the fu- Why would this be the last time? You're quitting BTS, fine, but that doesn't mean that you can't ask us for help!"

"Well, With the way you've been acting, I can't help but think that you won't ever want to talk to me again, let alone help me!" Dawa didn't mean to yell, but he couldn't hold in the hurt.

"Why are you yelling at me when you're the one leaving us?" Yoongi glared at the younger.

"Hyung, I don't know what to say to you anymore. I've told you my reasons. I've expressed to you that I would still love to be a part of your life. If you decide to push me away, too bad, I'm still going to try. So, can you please stop hating me and help me?"

Yoongi stood there feeling a million things. 'Of course, this stubborn kid will try again.' From the beginning, Yoongi worried that Dawa would leave them. Or he worried. This moment came to him in his nightmares. Deep down inside, he felt that Dawa would become unhappy, and he or the other boys could not do anything to make him happy, except to let him go. And now, the time had come and Yoongi felt that there was a hole being ripped open in his world.

Yoongi looked around to leave the studio. There was some crumbled-up paper on the floor. On the table, Dawa's notebook played open. A few words were circled but most of the page was covered in scratched-out words and sentences.

"Play me what you have so far..." Yoongi walked over to the table. He took the headphones and placed them over his own head. Dawa, hesitantly, reached out his hand to press play. A slight look of surprise on his face as he did so.

"Not bad, I thought you were helplessly stuck."

"I am. I feel like I'm missing something right here." Dawa flipped the page on his notebook and pointed at a section. Yoongi looked closer and he could see, that surprisingly, most of the words were written in Korean. Most of the words were spelled wrong, which Yoongi thought was adorable. The words were spelled how English speakers would spell Korean words. Yoongi started to laugh harder as he read the words out loud, pronouncing the words exactly how they were spelled.