The Last Chapter: Closure

Andy was gritting his teeth furiously, as he looked out of the window and fought against the tears that had been threatening to fall for minutes already. Shortly he had to change the method and the teeth were digging into the lower lip, the hands grasping the hem of the shirt.

“Where are all your clothes?” Minwoo suddenly asked.

“In the ’s apartment.” Andy sobbed now. “I don’t want to see him every again. EVER AGAIN!”

The manager nodded, and turned his gaze back at the street, as he opened his mouth again but didn’t know how to continue. Andy gave up, and started crying fully, his palms landing onto his face and the legs rising onto the seat. Minwoo pouted sadly, and stopped the car.

“Why did we stop?” The celebrity questioned.

“For once Andy ya…I will be on charge. I want you to cry, and get over him.” The older man said, before he quietly added, “Like I got over Wan…”

                ***

“Junjin!” Dongwan gasped as his master collapsed to the floor and didn’t show any signs of being alive. “JUNJIN!” the manager screamed and sprang towards the younger guy.

He turned him onto his back and commenced slapping the face, when the door was opened and the manager of the celebrity entered the big house. Dongwan looked around and didn’t see Andy anywhere, as he panicked turned his gaze at Minwoo.

“Get cold water from the kitchen! He fainted!” Dongwan shouted and for a second there, he thought the older manager wouldn’t help him.

But he did.

“Junjin, please! Wake up!!” Dongwan slapped the cheeks first gently then a bit harder, but Junjin just kept looking like a corpse. “YAH! Where is the water!?” The manager yelled, and he heard the steps coming as Minwoo ran to the foyer, threw the water in the small vase without looking and held it up in the position he had poured it.

Junjin’s eyes flew open and he looked up at the two older men, as his head was pounding and the frown appeared onto the young forehead. Minwoo was panting, because Dongwan’s panicking had made him panic – and pour most of the water onto the other manager rather than Junjin. But Dongwan didn’t have time to scold Minwoo for wetting him, as he slowly lifted Junjin to a sitting position.

“What happened?” He interrogated.

“I just…lost my control…and everything became blurry when Andy left.” Junjin mumbled.

Minwoo pursed his lips even more as he crouched down and caught Junjin’s attention. The older man put the hand onto the shoulder and gave an assuring smile, nodding, before he glanced at the wet Kim Dongwan’s see through shirt and the face that was only couple millimeters apart from his, gulped and stood up.

“I came here to get rest of Andy’s clothes.” He explained. “We will return the shirt later…”

“No.” Junjin shook his head. “He can…he can keep the shirt.” He smiled brokenly.

One last glimpse at Kim Dongwan, and Minwoo escaped to the living room and found the familiar looking clothes Andy had been wearing earlier. This couldn’t be the end.

                ***

Andy had gasped when he had heard the reason for Minwoo to take so long. He had asked was Junjin okay, did they take care of him after it, and had he hurt his head, and to all Minwoo had just nodded and muttered that he had Dongwan with him. The celebrity was dressing himself at the back of the car, asking more and more questions about Junjin – though he wasn’t in love with him anymore.

“Hyung…take me to my lawyer.”

“Mmm.” Minwoo nodded.

“I will sign the papers now, and take them to Junjin later.” Andy explained professionally.

The manager had a hunch, an image, in his mind, where Andy was in the living room with Junjin, and they weren’t even close to sign the rest of the papers. He would not tell Andy about that. That would’ve cost him his job for sure.

“Hyung…”

“Yes?”

“After signing…take me to Seungho’s house.”

Minwoo nodded, and Andy heaved a long sigh.

                ***

Junjin was a busy man now, as he needed to start a press conference to talk about Jae Ha. As much as he did not want to tell about the dark past, he had to make things clear. Other than that, he hadn’t really mood to do anything, but he had to. And Dongwan was constantly nagging at him, if he wasn’t fast enough with things. Junjin was mad at Dongwan and wanted to make him suffer, but Andy kept coming into his mind so that, somehow, made him suffer.

“This conference will be held three days from now. Is it okay?” A man interrogated.

“That’s fine yeah.” Junjin responded and wrote it down to his schedule book.

He encountered paparazzi everywhere he was, as they pounced at him and asked why Andy had left from his apartment angrily and in so few clothes. Junjin hadn’t said a word, only smiled and then walked off to the car that had stood th