Yukiko's Pov

The week passed without the boys, but it's not as lonely with Soohee. She's still shy and talks a lot about things that are interesting. I just listen and give out opinions of my own. "Unnie, do you know that BTS, Jungkook oppa's group are coming to school next week?" I look at her, "Really?" She nod her head, "Yeah Jungkook oppa told me!" She reached in her pockets to take out her phone.

She pulled up her and Jungkook's conversation, "See." I read the message and it was true, they really are coming back to school. In the inside I am jumping with joy and excitement, but in the inside I'm trying to hide it. "Unnie, I can see that you're trying to hide your overwhelmed happiness." She gave a quirky smile, while nudging my shoulder with her elbow, "Just say you're happy!" Soohee jumped pulling me to jump with her. I gave up and squealed jumping around with her.

The door of the music room slid open making us stop and look at the door, "What are you girls doing here?" Soohee and I looked at each other, "Sorry sir, we were just practicing our music." Soohee bowed as I followed her. "Alright, you two just need to quiet down." We both nod, "We will sir," the teacher gave us one last look and left the music room. Soohee and I looked at each other again, and hysterically laughed.

***

"Unnie four more days till Jungkook oppa comes back!" Soohee skipped up and hooked her arms with mine. My voice has healed and I can talk normally without my voice being hoarse, that I had to live with for ten days. "I know!" I smiled, "Should we surprise them?" Soohee suggested. I thought for a while, "What kind of surprise?" Soohee hummed, "I never thought of it," she scratched her head. I chuckled, "It's okay we don't have to surprise them." Soohee pouted and nod her head.

"What are we doing here in the music room?" I walked over to the piano with a smile, "It's time to warm up my voice." Soohee walked over, "You mean, you can sing?" I nodded, "It's been too long, I miss singing." Soohee was amazed, "I didn't know you were that musically talented!" I chuckled.

"Oh, I have class in a bit I have to go. Bye unnie, you have to sing to me now!" She waved and ran out of the music room. I chuckled shaking my head. I thought of warming up my voice, so I did. And it wasn't good the way I thought it would be. Imagine a nice new clean glass, perfect and shiny. One touch, just one small touch the perfect shiny glass broke into millions of tiny pieces of glass.

I felt like the broken glass, my singing melodelic voice gone and broken. I didn't know how to react, I just sat on the piano bench and started bawling my eyes out. So much shit is going down, what am I going to do? How am I going to live without a voice! I slammed my fist down on the piano keys creating a big ugly sound, as it echoed in the music room.

I ran out of school leaving behind my studies, being able to sing was my passion now how am I going to continue on when I lost my voice.

Alone, at the park I held my phone close to my chest, hugging my legs under the slide. I took my phone and tried calling Namjoon. The phone rang as I was crying, "Please pick up the phone, please." I cried, "I need you now." My voice broke in a whisper. "Im sorry but the person you're calling is unavailable, please leave a message after at the tone." Beeep.

The beep went off, as I still held the phone on my ear. "N-Namjoon, I don't think my dream will ever come true. I need somebody, I need you, please. Call me back." I ended the message and cried. The perfect and ironic timing for the rain to come too. It started pouring as the rain cried with me. I can't sing anymore, I lost the ability to sing. I just wanted to sing, my dream will never come true now.

What a stupid dream to follow! I hate this, it's all pointless. If I can't sing, then I can't dream on! Everything is ruined, I should've died during the car accident. I screamed under the rain, "This is pointless! Ahh!" I ran out into the rain, soaking myself in the rain. Dad, I will never be able to sing now, I can't sing for you anymore. My dream is crashing down, like a pile of jenga blocks falling down after picking the wrong block.

I didn't know who to talk to, so I called Yoongi under the rain. It rung a couple of times before I heard a low tired voice. I breath a shaky sigh onto the phone, "Y-Yoongi," I tried to sound like I'm not crying, but I couldn't help it. "Yukiko, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Hearing him ask if I was okay, made me cry again. "I-I need someone to talk to. I tried calling Namjoon but he wouldn't pick up. I didn't know who else to call." I sobbed taking a deep breath. "I hate everything, it's all so pointless now." I cried into the phone.

"Yukiko, Yukiko don't cry. Where are you I'll come to you." Yoongi said quickly, "I'm... I'm at the playground." I replied. "Wait for me Yukiko, I'm coming right now." I nod my head, "Okay," I whispered under the rain and ended the call. I was kneeling in the rain, and cried my heart out punching the concrete floor until my hands bled. I couldn't feel the pain, my emotional pain covered up the physical pain and I felt nothing.

I kept punching the concrete floor stopping until my hands shook, seeing the skin ripped off, covered in dirt with small rocks visible in my wounds. I sighed and laid on the floor waiting for Yoongi under the rain. Moments later, I heard Yoongi shouting my name from a distant. "YUKIKO!" it was lightly raining now. I just blinked, staring at my bloody knuckles.

"Yukiko!" Yoongi found me and ran over to me throwing his pink umbrella to the side. He sat me up, "You're all wet." He took off his black coat and put it over me. He saw my hands, "What..." Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed at my hands then look back at me. He didn't say anything and put my arms over his neck, "I'll take you back home." He said, "No," I said faintly, "I don't want to go home." I had a hard time breathing, "Where should I take you then?" Yoongi asked.

I was gonna speak up, but I couldn't stand and my eyes were getting heavy. "Yuikiko," I heard Yoongi faintly, "I-I," and before I could speak everything went black.

***

I stirred in my sleep, slowly waking up. I sat up looking around me as I was on a bed, someone else's bed. A wet towel from my forehead fell off, as I was going to grab it, but saw my knuckles all bandaged up. I look around the dark room, only seeing a couple items and furniture in the room. It wasn't my room I know that, the smell of a nice warm scent. More of a boy smell, the doors opened as the person turned on the lights.

The light blinded me as I covered my eyes, "Oh you're awake." Yoongi came around the bed, touching my forehead. "You're still very hot." He sighed removing his hand from my forehead, "Eat this, it'll make you feel better. Well, that's what Jin hyung said." He mumbled. He had a bowl of rice porridge with slices of chicken and scallions ontop. He took the spoon and blew it before giving it to me. I felt awkward because he was going to feed me. "I can, feed myself."

Yoongi shook his head, "Not with those hands." I look down at my bandaged hands, "Eat," I look at Yoongi then the spoon of rice porrdige. I open my mouth and ate it. "It's a bit, salty." I coughed, "Yeah sorry, Jin hyung loves sesame oil." And I nodded just quietly eating the rice porrdige without complaining.

Afterwards I drank a lot of water to get rid of the saltiness. I watch Yoongi stand up with the tray of the empty bowl, "Rest up." He turns around as I quickly caught his arm, he looks over his shoulder. "Where's Namjoon?" The look on Yoongi's face faded making me confused, is something wrong with Namjoon?

Yoongi turn to look away, "He's at the studio," he headed for the door, "Did he-" I paused as Yoongi stopped by the door, "Did he come in at least?" My voice cracked in a whisper, as my thumbs fiddle with each other. I heard Yoongi sigh, "No." He said and closed the door. I slumped on the bed, hiding myself beneath the blankets. Where are you when I need you most.

I couldn't sleep, my nose became stuffy, and I kept coughing sounding like I'm gonna die. I was really cold too as my phone rang. I groaned, "I don't want to pick it up." I covered myself deeper in bed. But what if it's Namjoon who decided to call? I sat up and grabbed my phone off the table next to the bed. I answered without looking who the I.D caller is.

"Namjoon what took you so long to ans- oh mom." I sniffed. "Oh honey, are you okay? You sound sick, where are you?" Mom asked concerned,  "I'm at a friends house, and I think I might have caught a cold." I coughed after sniffing. "Want me to pick you up?" She asked with concern. I thought about it, "Yes please," I said in a small whisper. "Text me the address, bye see you soon." Mom ended the call. "Bye." I slowly pull the phone away from my ear.

I crawled off the bed really slow with a terrible headache. I made the bed and left a note, in case no one is home. I realized I was in warm dry clothes. Black sweats and a big yellow hoodie, the smell was now familiar to me. Namjoon. But I thought Yoongi said he didn't come in. I shrugged my shoulder and got off my bed.

I stripped off the clothes and wore my wet school clothes. I carried the note and the house was quiet, I assume everyone left to do their work. I texted mom the address and I left a note on top of Namjoon's clothes thanking for the dry clothes to wear. I also left a note on the table, thanking for the hospitality. I waited for mom outside the apartment cold and shivering as the wind blew.

I thought they would dry my clothes. Mom arrived as I got in the car, mom places her hand on my forehead, "Sweety you're burning up." She quickly drove home. "Go to your room, I'll be there with medicine." I nodded while shivering hugging myself and dragged my feet to my room. Yumi followed behind me meowing, I changed to warmer clothes and threw myself in the bed. Maybe that was a bad idea, now my head is pounding against my head seeing the ceiling spin in circles.

I groaned into the pillow, as Yumi tried to squeeze in my face. I pet her soft grey fur as she purs from the satisfied scratch behind her ear. "If Namjoon didn't see me while I was sleeping, why did he lend his clothes for me to wear?" I asked Yumi. Her eyes was closing as she was falling asleep. I sighed, "The cat doesn't understand you, Yukiko." I mumbled to myself.

"What are you mumbling about?" I jumped facing mom as she had a glass of water and a pill. "Just gibberish." I sat up. "Advil." Mom said, I nodded and took the pill. "Mom," I said much quieter hearing my voice disappearing. "Yes honey?" I look at the glass of water in my hands. "I can't sing anymore." I slowly look at her. "What do you mean? You can always sing, we fixed your voice and everything." Mom brushed my hair behind my ears.

"I got my voice back but... I can't sing. I lost the ability to sing mom.  My dream, everything is gone." My tears blurred my vision I started to sob. Mom hugged me, "If you can't sing, then make music. Interpret singing into music, it's not just all about the singing." Mom wiped my tears as she hushed. "Your dad told me why he doesn't sing. He said everyone else can sing, but there are too much people out there already singing away. So instead, he tries to be different and make music for people who enjoys the music alone." She caressed my face softly.

"And you have the ability to compose music. Some dreams never come true, so take a different route if you can't achieve it." I nodded burying my head into mom's chest.

***

Monday again, and the boys are back. I didn't want to face them because I look horrible with a pale face, red eyes and red nose. I don't think I'm getting any better, I hid up at the school's rooftop concern that I will infect the boys with my fever.

Standing outside in the cold will only worsen my fever, so I walked back into the school staring at my feet while I descended down the steps. I came across a pair of black and white Convserse shoes, my eyes trail up from his shoe to his face. My stomach fluttered seeing his new blonde hair with a tint of white. I hid my hands behind my back, "Hi Namj-" he cut me off grabbing my right hand out.

I gasp lightly pulling my arm back, but Namjoon was quick to grab my wrist. "Why." He said sharply, his eyes averted from my knuckle to my eyes. "Why, Yuki why!" Namjoon raised his voice. I try to hold back my tears feeling my eyes sting. I pull back my wrist again, "My life is ruin, that's why." I spat back stepping to left to walk past Namjoon.

I continued down the stairs slowly, hoping that Namjoon would run after me, pull me in a hug and tell me that "it's okay". I look back but he never came, tears on the verge of falling, fell down my eyes as I blinked once. Wiping the tears off my cheek I skipped class and went to the music room.

I slid the door open seeing Yoongi sit on the piano bench playing a little tune. Yoongi's head turned away from the piano and stared at me, "Yukiko," he quickly stood up from the bench, "what happened?" He rushed over to me as a wailing sound of my cry came out. "Who made you cry? Should I look for that person and give them a piece of my mind?" Yoongi showed me his fist, I shook my head with a chuckle.

"Its okay." I wiped my tears, "No it isn't, Yukiko." Yoongi's voice soften, he cupped my cheeks lifting my face up. "Tell me what's wrong." He pulled me in and closed the door behind him. We sat at the at the corner next to the piano, I hugged my knees close to my chest and told Yoongi everything about my voice and losing hope.

"I just... I wanted him to come after me and say that everything is going to be okay. But he didn't do anything and just stood there with his back facing me." I covered my eyes, "I don't know if I can go on anymore, singing is passion the only instrument that I can take with me." Yoongi had his arm wrapped around my, his hands caressing my shoulder.

Then he hugged me, his strong cologne hit my nose and I close my eyes. "You can always find something else, Yukiko. Find an alternative and move on, don't hold on or else you'll let it consume you even more before its to late. It's going to be okay Yukiko." Yoongi pulled back and wiped my tears.

"I'm not doing anything after school today want to hang out? Just you and me." I smilled and nodded with a small hum.

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Tbc!

Hello!! I am back after how long?? Anyways I had a MAJOR writers block omgsh.

Also I was focusing more on Mr. Jack Frost 2 more so I apologize if I never updated. I feel like I can focus more on one book than multiple at a time.

I do apologize, I might have fucked this book up but I'll try my best to just go with it and tweak it. Thank you for waiting although I find some of the parts really cringy 😂