Aira doesn't know what pushed her to do such thing but she decided she'll head to the airport as early as that night. She already packed her things, left the house clean. She knew deep inside, that if she were in a different situation, she wouldn't mind staying at the place. But she couldn't afford the luxury to even dream about that because her guilt is killing her.
Again, she fed herself up with the idea that she stole not only material things such as the album she grew attached to and the phone, not to mention the large sum of money, but she stole a life, she stole an innocent man's chance to live happily through the marriage. Now, that's exaggerating don't you think? But if you put your mind on it, there's actually a solid reason.
This guy, this Yoongi guy could have had a girlfriend or even a boyfriend out there, and she ruined it just because she's in need. She can't grow attachments to things she do not own in the first place. But she hoped that in another life, she'll be a good friend to this Yoongi guy, and the rest of the people who showed her that she somehow, deserve to live, to those people who made her feel alive.
So after the song finished, she took out the cd on the player, placed it back on the album, opened the page where Yoongi wrote her apologies, and placed the vase near it. She placed the divorce papers neatly beside it, the phone above the paper and left it like that. The only thing that she kep to herself was the wallet pictures from before. Before heaving out a sigh and disappearing through the night.
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When Yoongi arrived at the said place he was trembling. Yes, it was a long long ride. Almost 5-6 hours with the traffic and stop overs they pulled. And it only dawned to him what he should do when he met that woman --his wife.
What proper behavior should he show? He calmed down a bit but he honestly do not know whether he should greet the woman with open arms or he'll have to restrain himself from strangling her. Yes, Yoongi was in chaos.
So in the deep night, where the clear sound of the night, hushed voices of his members and their frantic footsteps filled the silence and peaceful slumber time.
He quickly scanned the number plates besides the front houses with his slightly squinted eyes. Every time he got nearer to his destination, he swore his heart would always skip a single beat.
He guessed he was walking fast and didn't notice that he was all alone when he came face to face with a small home. It was almost a hut. And with those houses that surrounds it, it can be said that it was out of place. It was like it was one of a kind. Something that will eventually take his attention.
Okay, it isn't THAT small. Maybe compare to the apartment he's grown to get used, yes, but no. A one floored house but on the outside, he can already see it being spacious. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He may seem like he's the calmest of the calm but no, he swore he's nearly delirious.
Cursing under his breath, he tried knocking silently. He can hear footsteps tho, behind him, getting close. The hushed whispers of the rest of his members can be heard. He can vaguely hear what they were saying. But right now he's facing forward.
Maybe it was his nerves but he decided he couldn't take it any longer, pushing the gate, he was surprised to find it open. So vulnerable for someone who is living alone. And a woman at that. What if someone happened to her? His mind was bugged by scolding thoughts. And he stopped his thinking as he marched inside, finding the door unlocked too.
And now he's starting to get mad. What the heck? Leaving the house unguarded. Anyone would be mad right?
He lets out his infamous noice, sucking air through his gritting teeth.
He marched inside, struggling to find the switch. Mind you, he's not being careful, nor trying to hide the noises his shoes made when it makes contact with the floor. He figured that if his supposedly wife was asleep, he'd wake her up like this.
He'll teach her a lesson from the mini heart attack she might get for not locking the doors, and, he can avoid scaring the hell out of her if he tried waking her up on his bed.
He waited, after he flickered the lights open. Maybe his wife, Aira's mind was still in chaos right now, so he waited by the door. His members followed suit. They were quiet, kind of reading what kind of atmosphere the house has.
Yoongi, who was impatiently tapping his foot on the floor muttered a small curse and decided that the waiting was enough. Now, he's mad because after all the noise that he made, Aira was still asleep. And that's pretty much hurtful for Yoongi. Because what if someone tries to break in whose intention was to hurt people?
He opened the door leading to her room loudly, almost banging the door over. His fingers flicked the switch hastily, and he do not know whether he'll be at ease or not, seeing that no one was there. The bed was neatly made, or was that the term? The sleeping futon was rolled up into the side, the room felt bare. The closet was slightly opened and only a lone sweater was in there.
"hyung!" a hushed tone called him out of his thoughts. He looked back, made his way towards the boys who were looking at something on the table. They aren't trying to hold on to something, as if this was a murder case and Yoongi couldn't be more annoyed. He also appreciated it at the same time, at least they aren't touching something which belongs to his wife. It's his.
Wait what? Did he just thought that it was his? He mentally scoffed. Of course, it's his wife's, it's his too. Wait, did he just claimed it again? Was he being possessive to something related to his stranger wife?
He looked down, not completely processing his surroundings, too caught up with the internal struggle of being weirdly possessive of his wife. As if just trying to prove to them that only he, yes, only Min Yoongi can grab things inside this house, well because it belongs to his lovely precious wife -- he choked on the air. His work is his wife -- he picked up the paper. And his eyes widened upon reading the first word. Divorce.
He looked at the other's faces, some hold grimace, other's mixed confusion, was that sadness right there? Why would they be sad? How can they feel something? I mean, Yoongi don't even know what to think or say or to even feel.
He looked tat the familiar album laying beside the papers. It was their album. And he knew that handwriting. It was him, on his picture. And there was something that caught his eyes.
And I know I described him this a lot just here alone, but he didn't know if he should feel utterly annoyed or relieved. How ironic it would be when he saw the "I'm sorry -Aira" in his own penmanship?
He chuckled, and the members grew stiff. His chuckle was low, it was lowkey frightening the members too.
"oh you will be sorry" he mumbled. Grabbing the phone, unlocking it, what greeted them was an article of them taking a rest and about their upcoming tour. He maneuvered to the contacts and there's only one saved contact. It was him and his personal number.
