Chapter 1

"Someone has to get up and go."

He shivered throughout the whole night. Hearing the painful words whisper to his ears. It was afflictive indeed, with all the memories he impend to left coming back once again. It was always like this. Thus, his own faith to stop hearing his own words was gone. He tried. Tried to throw his own sins to the deepest darkest abyss and for it to never come back. Though his own conscience stop it. His conscience that would always reveal his true self and his wrong doings. As the wind blows straight to his cold room, as if punishing him he continue to dream. In his mind, he dreamt of his lover smiling cheekily in front of him. He dreamt of being able to warm his heart, empty his mind, and to relax his body. But those wouldn't come true, because it was all a bunch of conceit.

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He glared at the cat that has entered the house. A simple thing such as a cat bombarding his house was enough to make him frown and loose his mood completely for the whole day once again. He sighed, getting up from the cold hard wooden chair that once contain the warmth of his beloved. Grabbing both car keys and his bag, he went out of the house. Standing before him was his old audi. Being rusty and dirty as it'll ever be. But it isn't enough to sprout his care to the world. He simply opened the dusty door of the car that created an unpleasant sound of metal screeching to rust. Soon, the car woke into life and there he goes speeding up. Horns flashed here and there, still they were stupid to think that he would waste a fuck about it. Parking the car harshly, he went inside the studio with his infamous glare and indifferent self. No one greeted him, how would they? He was just a spec of dust for each and everyone of them. A dust that would never be useful. Upon arrival on his office, he met Hoseok. A reliable dancer that also works in the company who always wear a beautiful and blinding smile. Was a brother... The cheerful man waved at him.

"Annyeong Suga! Isn't the day just nice today?..." And with that simple greetings he started to talk nonsense in Yoongi's eyes. Thus making him roll his eyes and continue walking with the man following him. Nearing his office, Yoongi sighed in annoyance and turn to face the blabbering Hoseok.

"Hoseok, I'm doing some stuffs today so mind stepping out of my business for once?" Suga asked harshly, though the guy only smiled at him widely clapping his hands.

"Its okay! I can accompany y-" But even before he could finish his sentence Yoongi already slammed the door in his face.

Yoongi sighed again, taking his seat on the black leather chair. The thought of finally escaping Hoseok's endless gossips and childishness made him calm down. He has been dealing with Hoseok since God knows when and they even became extremely good friends before. But that was when He was still alive. Its not that he just threw all of his and Hoseok's memories away. Its not that he hate Hoseok. But his childishness and the cheeky smile that was always engraved to his beautiful face made him remember the shadows of the past. The past wherein the seven

of them would laugh at things and happily go through the problems together. That's what he wanted to avoid. The feeling of having his memories hunt him. So his only way was to avoid Hoseok in order to stop the feeling of being hurt. After some time of contemplating, the sound of his phone ringing reverberate thru the small space of his studio making his head pound at the abrasive sound. He reached out immediately for his phone and answered the unknown call.

"Hello?" The other person spoke.

"Who are you?" Yoongi asked straight forwardly.

"Yoongi its me, Namjoon. Recently, I broke my phone so I have to buy a new one. Don't forget to save my number in your phone."

"That's all?"

"Nope. The new songs should be passed to me today. I want each and every word precise. Our company is making a comeback after 5 years so this better be good." Namjoon ordered, using his leader of a tone.

"Yes, I'd be sending them to you by 12." And with that words being said, the two ended the call. He massaged his temple and stood from the leather chair, walking to his computer to start the work.

Save me

The words flashed on the glowing screen in front of him making him look back to the time when they were still young and wild. When they were still complete and happy. He browsed through all his works, scrolling the mouse carefully. And his eyes stopped at one work.

Serendipity.

Its enough to make his eyes well up, but he kept it all in and continue browsing.

Seesaw.

He opened the file, being greeted by the words he created. He review the song and was not satisfied so he erased the words with no regret. His eyebrows furrowed in seriousness and his mind started working for the right words.

"Someone has to get up and go."

"Yoongi. What are you saying?"

"Let's stop this Jimin. This relationship, it has to end here."

"But-"

"Jimin, we just keep hurting each other . We are like a game. Fighting for what or who would domain one another. So what's the reason on holding to this so called love if the happiness we should be feeling was all pain?"

With the memory entering his mind. He started to type the words unconsciously. At that time he released it all, his thoughts, the memories and his emotions. This is the only way he could show himself and at the same time hide.

"all right, a repeating seesaw game..."

All the words he typed meant more than words to him and as the time struck to 11, he was already finished with the continues amount of tears streaming on his pale face. He take a sharp intake of breath, wiping the evidence of tears and pain. He looked at his work and saved the file with a heavy heart. He snatched his phone from the table going through his contacts and calling Namjoon.

"Suga. Have you already finished the songs?"

"Yes, I'll let Hoseok send them to you."

"Alright. Well then since your job is done, you can go home. Have a rest Yoongi, you need it" he said a mumbled yes and went home afterwards. As per arrival, He saw the cat still sitting on Jimin's favorite couch. He glared at it but his glare soften and his heart started to get warm as he saw the cat looking at him softly with a dip of elegance. It was just like the Jimin he knew. Sweet, soft, loving, elegant, things that he can't even describe. For him Jimin is the meaning of purity and perfection. He approached the cat with his hands stretched out to pat the soft white fur. But even before so, the cat hissed standing from the couch and jumping from it. It landed softly. Its as if the cat have a hatred towards him as it glared at him all the way while he made his escape. His heart went cold. Jimin. That's the name that bounces off his head as he watched the cat walk away.

That night, he couldn't stop crying. Bawling his eyes out, in hopes to get back what's his. He hoped that the certain person could forgive his sins. But all of them were just false hopes that would never happen.