“Minho what’s going-” I stick my head out of the office only to see T.O.P alone, wiping away at his puffy pink eyes.
“Hyung, are you alright? Where’s Minho?” I walk out to him, recalling Taemin’s accusation and how he’d fled.
Had he really done that? Taemin claimed to be a witness...but...Seunghyun? The man who fooled around backstage with a Segway and a wig? The guy who tears up at fan letters? It was hard to believe, yet in my mind, I held no doubts.
I didn’t blame him alone, though, all of BigBang were responsible here, and Jiyong acknowledged that as we spoke in the office.
He clears his throat before speaking,
“He...” his voice falters and continues, “Can I speak to you openly dongsaeng?”
“Of course,” I nod.
His eyes shift to look behind me,
“Alone, please.”
I look back to see Jonghyun watching us and I think for a moment before speaking.
“Can you handle things here for an hour, dongsaeng?”
His eyes turn to look at me questioningly,
“Ye, wae?”
“I’m going out for coffee with hyung,” I walk to the door and hold it open for him, and T.O.P follows out quickly. As soon as the door shuts he speaks,
“Mianhae.”
I sigh, running a hand through my hair,
“That won’t bring him back, hyung,” I step along beside him on the crowded sidewalk.
“You make it sound as if he’s dead..”
“He’s not, but he could've been...he could be dead, but even though he’s not, I think a part of him has died...”
“I’m certain he’