"has IKOn disbanded?! "

"Selfish leader abandoning s for more money."

"Girl behind fight between IKON"

The headlines filled up the news. 
Magazines, articles were about all IKON and the possibility of the group's disbandment. 

Hanbin was sleeping on his bed when he received a text message.
It was from his mother .

"Today don't turn on the tv or go on the Internet, I'm coming to pick you up, let's go on a trip. I know you always wanted to visit Jeju Island again, let's go today,"

Hanbin was still sleeping, unaware of the text message. 
After a while, Hanbins eye's slowly opens.
He rolls out of his bed, the tv, and then made his way to the kitchen to grab some toast. 

"Hanbin is leaving IKON," claimed the news reporter.

Hanbin's eyes widened. 
His heart started racing. 
How did the news travel so quickly?
It was only yesterday that he resigned.
He sighed.

The reporter continued, welcoming a lady who gave an interview. 
Her voice was distorted with her face blurred out. 

"Yesterday, my friends and I were walking past the company headquarters and we heard a loud fight," 

"We didn't know much but then I heard phrases being thrown out like Hanbin leaving," 

"We at first didn't believe it, so we decided to stay around the headquarters for a little while, and then we saw Hanbin hyung storming out the building with the rest of the members looking distressed,"

Hanbin sighed.
The commotion reached home base faster than expected.
Hanbin turned off the television, fearing he will hear anymore absurd and denigrating headlines. 

As he made his way back into his room, Hanbin's mother arrived. 
She slowly opened the door, knowing her son might still be sleeping. 

The creaks of the floorboard and gentle shuffling of the feet can be heard. Hanbin's mum slowly made her way to Hanbin's room where she finds him lying on his bed.

Her heart broke a little seeing her child being belittled by the media, she knew it was hard for him, but she also know that it must be hard for the other members who she treats as if they were her other sons. 

She sighed at the mess IKON was in. 
She sat on the side of the bed, her hand across her son's cheek. 

Hanbin's POV

I knew mum was in the house.
She was always so considerate.
So damn considerate.

I heard footsteps in my room, then before I knew it, my bed slightly sank on my right.
My mums weight created a burrow on my bed.
I continued to pretend to sleep. 

Then I felt mum's hand bringing warmth to my cold skin. 
With each of her hand, it felt like my worries and doubts were washed away. 
I grabbed her hand and slowly open my eyes. 

"Mum," I smiled.
She offered the warmest smile that any mother can give. 
"Finally decided to stop pretending to sleep?"

I was stunned,
"How did you know?"

She laughed, " come on, I am your mother, I know you inside out,"

I nodded my head in defeat. 
" what brings you here?" I questioned.

"Didn't you get my message?"

I shook my head. 
" well I knew you always wanted to go to Jeju Usland so I thought it would be a good idea if we went soon,"

I gave it a thought. 

My eyes wandered out into the window. 
The fog shrouding your sight of the outside world.
It was solemn and blue.

I nodded in response, it was time to finally get a break

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As I packed my belongings, I stumbled across the black box.
I knew I should have discarded it but I couldn't .
I was not ready to let it go yet. 
I shook my head.
" no Hanbin, don't go there, move on, forget about it,"

I repeated this several times before I managed to finally close my wardrobe door. 
My heart was heavy.
I closed my eyes, I wanted to shut out the pang of nostalgia and the looming solemnity 

"Have you finished packing?"
mums voice brought me back into reality.

"Oh yes nearly done,"

" okay just another ten minutes we need to leave soon If we want to make the flight,"

"Yes," I opened the wardrobe again to get the remaining clothes. 

As I took out my jacket, something flung out of it.

I picked it up it was a pendant
The gold colours swirled around the music note, bringing out the ebony black of the pendant. 
It was a gift from Hayi.

A gift that was meant to a bring a smile on my face, and it did and it still does. 

My heart sank at how harsh I was.
I abandoned my close friend.  I abandoned Ikon. 
I cut ties with everyone fearing my heart will drag me to the place I hated the most. 

I wished I could say sorry, to say that I truly value the times they have stood by me.
But sometimes those words are the hardest to say. 

I don't know when I will see them again. I don't know whether we will ever return back to the good times. I don't know when I will be able to move on from chae young. I don't know. 
But I do know that sometimes I need to wait till the storm eases out. 
So that's what I'm going to do. 
I'm going to wait. 
Wait for time to heal my wounds and cuts. 

Waiting is my next option.