Yukiko's Pov

"Yuki! Yuki where are you going!?" I heard Namjoon shout my name as I walked away from the table. Music, music I don't want to hear anything about music. That girl or whatever she is, is going to come at me at every mention of music. I paced down the hall, where ever I am going just take me somewhere quiet. I burst the metal door open as I stood at the top of the school roof.

The wind blew my hair back once I opened the door, I slowly walked on the school rooftop. I breathe heavily catching my breath, I stare ahead of me seeing the tall buildings. I sat on the floor exhausted, "You shouldn't be friends with them," I jumped at the voice turning my head to see her.

"Who are you?" I manage to whisper, "Me? I told you already. I'm you instead of calling me she or her, call me Mami-chan." She gave me a lip tight smile. "But really though, you shouldn't be their friend. They're only going to inspire you more if you keep hanging out with them. Remember about your dad, your mother. Your mother already hates you, if you continue on with that dream of yours, you'll only make your mother hate you even more." I turn to look away from Mami-chan, "I don't plan to befriend them," I pulled my knees in hugging my chest, "the last thing I want to hear from people's mouth is music." I silently spoke into my arms curling up.

"Yuki?" I shot my head up facing the door behind me. Namjoon stood at the door panting, "why... why did you run away?" I look to my right where Mami-chan was standing before, she disappeared. "What are you looking at?" Namjoon asked walking over to me, I went back to the same position shaking my head. "Yuki, are you ok? You can talk to me." Namjoon's low voice vibrated, making me flinch on the spot.

Am I okay? What is really going on? Why, why is this happening to me? This Mami-chan girl who looks like me, appeared no where and started following me and reminded me of the warnings of music. How my music impacts on my parents. Now she's telling me to not be friends with Namjoon, because they're musicians or becoming an artist. Why, why did I meet Namjoon? "What was that?" I shot my head, to stare at Namjoon's questioning face. "What?" I cracked a whisper, "You said my name," I rose my eyebrows, "I did?"

"Well you said something about, why did I meet Namjoon? What does that supposed to mean?" I held my breath, he heard that?! "You heard that?" He nodded his head, "what do you mean by why did you meet me?" I shook my head, "I-it's nothing, I was just... never mind," I stood up on my feet and walked to the door, but my wrist was caught in a pair of bigger hands. "Why did you meet me? Yukiko. What brought us together that I'm always thinking about you since that day we separated at the airport?" Namjoon said my full name for the first time, his voice came out soft and fragile. My eyes widen at his words, is he confessing? What is this?

I avoided his gaze looking at the floor, "I don't know Namjoon. We just met, I don't want us to get involved and don't you think this is going a little bit too fast? I don't want to think too much of us, I hope you understand." My voice cracked a bit as I whisper, Namjoon let go of my wrist. "Right, it's probably too soon." At the corner of my eye, I saw him rub the nape of his neck. "Let's go back to class." I turned facing my back to him, feeling my body rise in temperature. "O-oh." Namjoon and I head back to class.

Days went on as usual; sleep, school, eat, therapy, homework, sleep and repeat. Except that every mention of music coming out of anyone's mouth, Mami-chan would come out and remind me. She even told me to stop hanging with the boys at school. Sure I tried to avoid them, but they just keep coming back even if I try to push them away. They're all musically involved, and they're going to be debuting as a boy group! I don't talk much to them, I just gave them nods or shake my head no. They know I have voice therapy during school hours, thats my excuse to not talk to them.

But little did they know, I'm slowly improving with my voice. I know I'm giving my mom a hard time back at home, I just don't want to disappoint her. I never told her about me being friends with the boys at school, they're musically involved I don't want to hurt her. I'm so stressed that Mami-chan is constantly popping out to haunt me, and I'm honestly starting to get scared.

The different dreams I have every night haunts me, but it's always the same ending. The end that I will truly hate, most terrifying ending that will always remind me of the day of the accident. The same criticism from the people I am close with and Mami-chan will take them like the grim reaper. I begged for her not to take them away, I cried, shouted, screamed and begged but she didn't listen and took them away.

The sky was painted red and blazing orange. The roads and streets were empty, just like my empty heart. A child giggled from a far, running to the other side. "Hey, wait!" I ran after the little girl, "let's play hide and seek! You're it." She sang that sent chills down my spine. "Come and find me, but I'll guarantee you'll be in danger." She laughed and faded.

I ran around the streets, entering in buildings not knowing what I am looking for. Oh right I'm seeking for the little girl. "This way~" a howling whisper blew into the air. I followed the voice running into the building. I slowed down hearing my footsteps echo in the isolated building, hearing my breath pant rapidly. "Yuki~" I snap my head to the right hearing my name, then looked to my left. Namjoon stood there dressed in his school uniform.

"Yuki, what are you doing here?" Namjoon asked as I narrowed my eyebrows, "I should ask you the same." My voice came out loud and clear, no more whispering. "Well, this is where we usually hangout." He said in matter-of-fact. "We?" Namjoon nodded, "yeah, the guys and I come here to practice." I tilt my head, "Namjoon what are you talking about? This place, this building it's worn out, isolated. I mean look at this-" I turned around seeing the place all repaired and clean.

Namjoon chuckled, "what do you mean worn out and isolated, Yuki? This place is perfectly fine." Namjoon took my hand, "C'mon the guys are waiting." Namjoon dragged my arm, "W-wait namjoon," I tried to stop him but it was no use, he kept dragging me up the stairs. Loud music blasted through the door, laughter and chatter filled the halls. Namjoon threw me into the room and no one was in the room. I fell into the hole that I didn't even know was there.

"N-NAMJOON!" I stretched my hands out but I kept falling. Namjoon looked down with a sad look. "Ahh!" I screamed a high pitch scream waiting for the hard fall. I snap out of the fall sitting up in bed full of sweat. "You're awake." I looked up to see Mami-chan standing by my guitar. Mami-chan chuckled in the dark room, she ran her fingers up and down the strings of the guitar then glared at me. She pushed the guitar off from the stand, making it land hard on the floor and smashed into pieces.

"NO!" I sat up in bed again gasping feeling my throat burn, "what the heck? Was it a dream?"

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TBC!

HOLY TRINITY OF THE JIBOOTY!!! NOT TODAY WAS LITT AS HECK! Again the MV came out when I was at CHURCH!!

Anyways, have an awesome day loves!