Signed Papers || Min Yoongi

●Mine?●

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.