We'd been in the middle of practice when I'd notice a call coming through on my phone, which I had sat on the floor near a charger. After we'd finished the song we were practicing, I asked to step out for a moment. Which is what brought me to where I was now, standing in the hall outside the practice room dreading when the phone would stop ringing and the person on the other end would pick up. Whatever had caused this to happen, it couldn't be good. Not once since I had left to train had I been called by them. Nor had I tried to contact them. The simple fact was - we didn't like each other, and we were both ok with that.

"Yoboseyo."  The crisp voice sounded through the ear piece. My breath caught in my throat as the sound registered, taking me back in time. However, I quickly gained my composure. Taking a deep breath, I worked up the nerve to reply.

"Eomonie¹," I replied stiffly. "You called?"

"Ne, I'm afraid I have some troubling news for you, Soonyi. Mal-Chin passed away today, although-true to his name- he persisted on living until the very end." The younger me would have been heartbroken at the way my mother sounded so disinterested while talking to me, blatantly avoiding any relationship connections by avoiding the use of the words 'daughter' and 'grandfather'. But currently, my mind was blank, unable to process this new information. "The funeral will take place in three days."

Silence enveloped me as the phone disconnected. There were no good-bye's, no asking of each other's well being. She was a cold woman, and I expected nothing less of her. However, as i sunk to the floor, sorrow flooded my heart. I wasn't close to my mother, who had been increasingly distant since my father had passed away, but as for my father's parents - they were the people I loved the most in this world. Today, I had lost one.

A sob wrenched it's way out of me as tears began streaming down my face. I would cry here while I could, since I wouldn't allow myself to at the viewing - I had promised myself long ago that my mother would never see me cry. I curled into myself, burying my face into the sleeves of my hoodie. My throat began to burn from the way the sobs tore air into my lungs and forced it back out quickly, but it was barely noticeable. All I could think was the regret I had for not going to see my grandparents sooner.

I looked up when I heard foot steps stop in front of me, uncaring of how terrible my face probably looked from all my crying. But as I looked into the deep eyes of Min Yoongi, I couldn't help but supress the flash of embarrassment that flashed through me at the reality of him being the one to find me like this. It was only a fleeting thought, though, as I was quickly crying hard again - only this time, it was into the warm chest belonging to the same person who found me.

Yoongi had quickly dropped down to the floor and pulled me into a tight hug. I didn't question if our relationship allowed for so much skinship - I didn't care. All that mattered was that he was here and he was helping. I cried for a long time, but Yoongi never said a word. He brushed his fingers though my hair and gently rubbed my back, the whole time holding me tightly. If not for his embrace, I wasn't sure that I wouldn't have shattered to pieces on the spot. Slowly my tears ebbed, and I pulled away slightly to pat dry my puffy eyes. To my despair, I saw that my eyeliner had stained Yoongi's shirt, along with it being thoroughly wettened by my tears.

"Yah, pabo. You let me ruin your shirt." I rasped out, lightly hitting his chest with my fist as I scooted farther away. Yoongi didn't let go, however, and I made no attempt to move away completely - still somewhat scared that I would break once he let go.

"I'm not worried bout my shirt, you dummy." He said with a small smile as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I looked up and met his sad gaze as his fingers lingered over my streaked cheeks. He gently asked me, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I opened my mouth to reply but I was cut off by the sound of a door opening behind me. Looking over my shoulder I watched as Fey stepped out of the dance studio looking ready to kill. And then I remembered - I was supposed to have gone back to practice. But I didn't. Her eyes were like fire when she looked over and saw me hugging Yoongi, but they instantly faded as she took in my tear streaked and puffy eyed face. Then, the fire flared to life again- even brighter than before.

"MIN YOONGI, SO HELP ME - IF YOU HURT HER!" Fey screeched, stalking forward. Suga tensed and I took that as my que to stand up. I pulled away hesitantly from his embrace, and was relieved when my body stayed intact. Yoongi stood up as well although he seemed to have taken a few steps back as Fey approached.

"L-look, I swear - I didn't do anything!" He stuttered as she stalked closer to us. I couldn't help but want to laugh as I saw the fear she caused in him.

"Hyosonn." I said quietly, hoping my voice wouldn't break too much if I talked quieter. "It's alright, Yoongi actually helped."

"I suppose he gets to live to see another day, then. You alright?" Fey asked, stopping beside me and my cheek. I close my eyes and took a deep breath before replying.

"Yeah, I just...I think I'm going to take the rest of the day off. Tell the others I'm sorry to keep them waiting for no reason." I managed to say louder without my voice cracking, although my sore throat made it very raspy. Fey smiled and nodded before hugging me tightly and biding me farewell. I turned, ready to leave, only to find Yoongi still behind me.

"Oh..um, thank you. And I'm...I'm sorry you had to see me like this." I muttered quietly, a blush tinging my face as I thought about how intimate we had just been. Luckily, it was barely noticeable since my face was still red from crying. 

"Hey, It's no problem. If you want to talk about it, just let me know. You have my number, don't be shy to text or call." He replied ruffeling my hair gently before walking by me down the hall. "I'm so late, they're going to kill me."

Yoongi's laugh rang out behind me as I walked toward the exit and him towards the practice he'd been missing. I felt a small smile spread across my lips before I pushed my way out into the crisp autumn air.

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I nervously rung my hands as I waited the answer for my request. I had barely slept any last night, and had avoided the girls by staying in my room under two blankes so as no to be bothered. They had enough respect to not bother me too much, and I appreciated it. Yoongi had sent me a few texts reminding me he was there if I wanted to talk, and asking how I was, but even he didn't bombard me. Now I sat staring at the man who would determine if I was allowed to go home for the week or not.

"I see some...personal problems have come up." The man began, a tone of respectful sorrow in his voice. When he didn't continue I simply nodded, not trusting my voice to refrain from cracking. "We have decided to allow you to go..on one condition."

"Condition?" I asked, my voice sounding much better than I had hoped for.

"Sir, he's here." A screechy voice sounded through the phone on his desk.

"Send him in." Th man replied, holding down a button on the phone. I stared at him uncertainly, shifting in my chair. "The condition is..you two must go together."

I looked over my shoulder as the guest arrived in time to hear the conditios set for our departure. My suprised expression was mimicked by the boy in the doorway as our gazes met. I had to stifle a sigh at the irony of the whole thing. Of all people, Min Yoongi would be the only way I'd be allowed to leave the company. I turned back to the man behind the desk, waiting for the catch.

"Since you will be gone for a week, while you are there you will be doing some filming for the 'game show' if that's what you'd like to call it." the man continued. There it was, the catch to being allowed to leave the company. Even though we were leaving, we were still working. "You will not be required to film on the days of the funeral ceremony, however we ask that at least three of the other days incorporates some activity for the show. It's entirely up to you two as to what you do. Have fun."

With that we were dismissed. Yoongi and I bowed, before politely exiting. Once we were out of the office I let my shoulders sag from the exhaustion I suddenly felt. As much as I didn't want to involve anyone in my family's messy matters, it seemed Yoongi was destined to be involved, With a sigh, I turned and stepped in front of him, causing him to stop walking. Taking a deep breath, I spoke before I could loose my nerve, avoiding his confused gaze.

"My grandfather died. He was like a paent to me, him and my grandmother both. My actual father passed away when I was young and my biological mother is a cold woman who hates me more and more every day. I didn't want to get anyone else involved in this mess, but since we'll have to stick with each other I feel it's only fair that you know the whole story." I finished quickly tightening my mouth into a straight line and bowing my head.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Yoongi's quiet reply came after a few moments of silence as he processed the words. "And I'm sorry the only way you can go is if I go as well."

I looked up to meet his conflicted gaze. I froowned at him as I thought about wat he said. Why was he apologizing? And about that of all things.

"I'm not bothered by the fact that you have to come along...unless." My eyes widened as  thought suddenly crossed my mind. "You..you're not upset about the condition for leaving, are you?"

We stared at each other for a moment. Then, Yoongi burst out laughing. I blinked at him, taken aback by his response.

"I am upset about the conditions. But not because I find it bothersome to go." He said, huffing a little from his laughing spirt. He tugged at the hem of his jacket, becoming serious as he continued. "I don't think it's fair to you that you have to have a condition like this to visit home. I have no problem with spending time with you."

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I stared out the window at the grey sky. It had been over cast all morning, which I found suiting. Today was the day I'd return home. The drive was roughly three and a half hours to my home town of Gyeongsan, so I had dressed more for comfort than style. Baggy grey joggers, a graphic t-shirt, and a red jacket composed my outfit for the day, along with Yoongi's black beanie-which I had yet to give back. Yoongi had dressed in a simular fashion, placing comfort first. I glanced at him as he sat in the backseat next to the other tinted window in the companie's car. I stifled a laugh as I noticed he'd already dozed off, even though we weren't more than 30 minutes into the trip. Smiling, I shifted my attention back to the window and the dreary sky that lay beyond.

Suga POV

I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep until I was pulled out of my slumber by something heavy falling onto my arm. I notice the force of the car turning causing me to slide uncomfortably against the door, and I huffed as the weight on my other side only caused the sensation to worsen. I shifted slightly as the pressure decreased and the car resumed a straight path, opening my eyes to see what had fallen against me. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I layed eyes on the sleeping Soonyi, who was now cuddling into my arm and body heat. I went to move her away, but I paused in the middle of the action.

The bags under her eyes were much more noticeable when her smile wasn't present to distract your attention. I realized how little she must have been sleeping between practices. And to add to that, her grief had to have kept her awake at night as well. With a sigh, I slid into a slightly more comfortable position, careful not to wake the small red head lying on my shoulder. I wouldn't wake her - she needed the sleep. I shifted my attention to the window, noticing the change in scenery, before allowing my eyes to slide shut. As I dozed, my mind concentrated on the warmth I shared with the beautiful girl beside me.

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Eomonie¹ - the most formal way to address your mother in korean

Guys I tried so hard to write this quickly but I kept leaving youtube open on an Infinite mv playlist and it was so hard to concentrate bc everyone is so adorable 😹 😹 😹 Dongwoo has never known the definition of chill. Boy slays.

I also binge watched all of Kimi Ni Todoke plus the live action movie..so there's that....

Hopefully this wasn't too cringe worthy, I know where I want to go with this story but I don't have a plan on how to get there. I'm just making it up as I go. Thanks for reading though!

Saranghaeyo! -GDB 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕