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"I like jasmine tea, for my stress," (y/n) said as they continued their conversation. In more elegant way, Camus sipped his tea, smiled.

"Indeed, you have some trouble with forgotten designer title. Jasmine tea is a solution for you," Camus stated. He took another sip of his super sweet tea, and asked, "So, young educated one, what's the deal?"

(Y/N) was looking at the starry sky, glace at her cup, and said, "Firstly," then looked toward Camus, "I'm older than you."

"Hm," he cleared his throath, smiling again, "You did your research. You seems okay to me. May you introduce yourself again?" His proud expression can be seen even he didn't look at (y/n).

"I'm (full name). Twenty three years old, and you are twenty one, right?"

Camus glanced at (y/n), nodded and continue sipping his tea. (Y/N) continued her sentence, "ever been into airplane crash, which where forgotten designer title--you always mentioned, come from. You wanna know don't you?"

"I already know, miss. I did my research as well," he answered.

"Then, there is no need to explain about me..."

Both fallen into silent, enjoying stars decorated the sky. Wind still felt breezy and cool yet none of them wearing warm clothes.

"Shall we go inside?"

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Her fingers were tapping on the phone screen. Busy with her phone while her tablet were on her lap. Notebook on messy bed, music playing on the background, her loose hair untied. Bitting her lower lips while thinking.

"Hm?"

Twitter was an app she opened at that time. (Y/N) was having so much trouble not wanting to open social media. Like at all. It's been 4 years after her hiatus in fashion world. The bell icons was full of notification about 99+.

Groaning while seeing all of tweets she haven't read for years. "What is this?"

@UserA
Is (full name), young talented designer decided to hiatus?

"News is unreasonable sometimes... of course i am." She sighed, stroking her forehead once. "Why i decide to open my social media?"

And then she kept scrolling until the newest tweet mentioned her username.

@UserC
@UserA Isn't that (y/n)-san? You guys know, last accident. Why is she with Reiji?

@UserA
No way @UserC, she's been gone for years. No trace.

@UserC
I have proof @UserA, look at those face. The second picture was taken after she won the award

@UserB
@UserA @UserC wOaH wE Have ConSpiracY tHeory. We have our quartet night fans detective right here

@UserC
@UserA @UserB The theory is: She came back and dating with Reiji? But, he never had dating scandal before🤔

@UserE
@UserA @UserB @UserC I would cry if they did 😭😭

@UserF
She grown up everyone

@UserD
@UserA @UserC Possibly working at Shining??? Idk

@UserC
@UserD Dat could be r8 also wrong HahaHa

@UserA
Shining have many designer,,, why they need her?

@RandomPeople
Who is she?

@UserE

@RandomPeople Forgotten designer, dear. The only survivor on XX airplane crash. Kinda like that. The only last thing media know about her is she is alive.

(Y/N) stopped scrolling. Thinking she make a mistake. Rather it was about she signed the contract with Saotome or went to a coffee shop with Reiji. She felt she make a mistake. Social Media is a scary place for whoever getting into entertaiment world, even for designer like (y/n). A place where everything could be good or bad.

"Oh dang.." she muttered, ruffled her hair. This is the biggest fear she've been avoiding for years after the accident.

A knock could be heard from inside, "Wait a minute!" she shouted and stood up, walking to the door.

"Uh it's me--" as she opened the door, a tall manly figure was there, standing in front of her. "Ranmaru."

"Oh, hi." (Y/N) looked at him, sniffing a little bit. They don't talk for seconds because busy looking at each other face. Her mind straightly thought the reason Ranmaru here and stated, "Haruka is not here, she left a few hours ago."

He didn't leave. Still standing there, noticing something different with that woman.

"Your eyes is glazing," He mumbled. His eyes say nothing but worry.

"Huh?" (Y/N) wiped her eyes. "From the dust."

"Is there something in your mind ....right now?"

"I'm.." she stuttered, almost crying. Pinky nose, wet eyes, whatelse could be the reason? But She was just saying, "...I'm fine."

She looked around this big hallway while Ranmaru focusing on her. Ranmaru could see how teary her eyes. Fighting inside his mind, what else could be the reason instead of that? (Y/N) looked at Ranmaru after checking the hallway.

"Didn't you have work, today?" She asked.

"Already done, it's three pm."

"Three? Oh wow..."

"Yeah, three. It's noon already, miss."

"Oh my--Kid, i spent my time, designing your costume-"

He sighed before she could finish her words. "We have a same age. Please use proper name to call me, thank you," he said with his hoarse voice.

She sighed , rubbing her forehead several times. "Haruka is not here. Please leave, thank you."

"F that, what's wrong with you right now?"

"I'm good, everything is undercontrol," she smiled flat. "Oh, please tell all the guys to gather tonight... in living room. I need to measure their body size."

"You can just contact them, stupid."

"Woah, i just start to live here since five days ago. How will i get all of your contact? I'm new here, dude."

"Ah..." he placed his finger on his chin, "You got a point."

"Please leave, I'm busy right now. I already told you, your angel is not here, she left for work."

"No, i'm not here for Haruka."

"Then?"

"Is it true Reiji and you are dating?"

His question was like a lightning. Hitting (y/n) emotion really hard. She felt unstable, mixed feelings.

"Huh? Where the heck did you get that, dude?" She coughed, looking away and crossed her arm.

"Just answer me, damn it."

She tittered, "Saotome could kill me in my first month if i did. You believe those news, didn't you?"

"So, is it--"

"Everyone believe that."

She avoided eye contact with Ranmaru. Her nose started sniffing, squeezing her elbow. Tears started falling down, her voice is stuttered.

"Hey- why... uh... why are you... crying?"

"I'm not."

"Then what is this," Ranmaru wiped a tears with his finger.

"Shut up."

"This is freaking tears."

"You are annoying."

Ranmaru confused, seeing a woman sobbing suddenly.

"Listen, (y/n). I'm just asking if this true or not. Answer me."

"It's... not true."

"Why did they bring your title?"

"What title?"

"Forgotten designer."

"Why are you asking me? Ask your lovely fans. My life is turning down again because of your fans."

"Wait what?"

"Bye, you are annoying."

"Hey-"

Before Ranmaru could ask one more question, she closed the door. Leaving Ranmaru facing a white door.

"Damn it," he cursed.

Then turning his head, stopped his view at a guy standing there. "What are you looking at?" He groaned.

"Duh? Probably you, getting rejected."

Blue hair guy, kinda tall, you guess it. It's Mikaze Ai, staring at Ranmaru with mocking expression. It left Ranmaru annoyed by him.

"You have no better work than mocking me?"

"I have. Haruka asked me to tell her something."

"You better don't," Ranmaru said, "she is not in the best mood."

"Of course, who are gonna have a good mood after seeing their scandal?"

Ranmaru looking at him, while Ai was walking closer "So you know?"

"Everyone knows, Ranmaru."

"But still, this woman is not in her best mood."

"Really? At least i have important thing to say, rather just making her mood down." Ai smirked

"You--Uh.." Ranmaru just holding his anger.

"Watch," Ai stared at Ranmaru. Then, knocked the door.

Again, she opened the door. Looking at Ai that giving his hand as saying hello to her. Puffy red eyes could be seen in her looks.

"Mikaze?"

"Just call me Ai, it's fine..."

She looked at Ranmaru for a seconds then looked at Ai again. Ranmaru getting ignored.

"Is it about the room?"

"Yes, you haven't read my message."

"I'm sorry, i got something in mind."

"Wait, you guys have each other number?" Ranmaru intrupted.

Ai just nodded. Then continued, "I don't want to talk about your problem. Scandal may come, it's our daily life problem being an entertainer as well. You know the best for yourself. So crying won't solve everything."

Ranmaru muttered, "Hey, kid-"

"Thank you," She bowed to Ai.

The silver hair guy confused, just standing, seeing how Ai handle the situation.

"Shall we go?"

(Y/n) only nodded as an answer to Ai. She locked the door and bowed to Ranmaru politely. "Excuse us."

"What the f-" he held himself to curse. Ruffled his hair in mixed emotion.

Still alot of thoughts in his mind, walking to his room. This hallway is too big for one person like him. He left alone. He ended up going to his room.

When he entered, there was Masato and Ren. Masato was knitting while listening to music with an earphone. Ren was sitting on his bed, looking at his laptop and sometimes talking to a little camera placed on the wall. Both of them were very serious at this time.

"I'll try to put something instead of that.." Ren mumbled,"Walking on flower bridge that led us to bright future.." then he looked toward the camera through his glasses. Smiling and gave a flying kiss. "How is that everyone?"

He basicaly talking to himself. Ranmaru just stared at him, raised his eyebrows. "For work?" he asked.

"Oh, Senpai." Ren looked toward Ranmaru, nodded and said, "Yeah. We need to make a drama script."

Ranmaru then took a seat on a couch beside Masato. Masato glanced Ranmaru, asked, "is something happen?"

"Ai being a jerk."

"Isn't he mostly like that?" Masato smirked.

Ranmaru just sighed. "You heard the news?"

"You break the studio property?"

"Not that- Jeez."

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry... which news?" He asked as he smiled.

"Forgotten designer? That bullshit."

"Actually, It's not a nonsense news. She is forgotten because the way she disappear."

Ranmaru just heard it in silence. Waiting Masato to tell more about it.

"...You ever heard about XXX airplane crash four years ago? She was the only survivor. The airplane supposed to take all Japanese designers that compete in South Korea to Japan. Those talented people died due to lack of regular checking from airplane staffs. It took so many lives..." Masato explained as he sipped his green tea.

Ren closed his laptop, his hair still tied. He took of his glasses and sat beside Masato. Leaning his hand on the couch.

"Ranmaru, you never know about this?" Ren asked. Ranmaru didn't even answer. Ren continued what Masato had explain before. "She, (y/n)... instead proud of what she achieved, she closed all entertaiment interaction. Ah, she was quite popular around art community back then. It was horrible accident. Many people said she felt shame on her because all people died, but not her."

"That..." Ranmaru lost himself in his junior's story. His head felt so full, yet just thinking about it make him even stress. "... is Horrible," he continued.

"It is. The news, i heard there is a scandal between Kotobuki and her," Ren commented

"Heh? Really?" Masato asked.

Ranmaru was bitting his lower lips. "That stupid guy.." he groaned, "He don't know what he is doing."

"I just want to ask that, where did they took those photo?"

"Coffee shop... he went to coffee shop before going to tv studio."

"Kotobuki didn't do that on purpose, i'm sure he don't."

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Plain white colored the wall, the sunlight entered through three big windows, white clear marble tiles. Wide cutting board on a table, sewing machine, empty shelf that perfect for fabric, mannequins, clothes racks and other things.

There, Ai accompanied (y/n). She was staring at every corner in this room, every tools, and every design. "Oh dear," she muttered as she walked to the cutting board. "Awesome," she whispered.

"Thanks to Saotome, he did a good job with this one," Ai commented.

"He did."

"Anyway, Mikaze..."

"Yeah?"

(Y/N) walked to Ai. Taking her phone from her pocket. "Can you give me other contacts?"

"Sure."

Ai and (y/n) took a seat on a couch there, changing contacts. Ai bluntly saying, "Wait, you didn't have Reiji's?"

"No."

"He spent time with you, but you didn't have that?"

(Y/N) shruged and tilted her head a little, "Um.. yes?"

"You better have his contact."

"Yes, for work."

Ai just glanced (y/n). Making (y/n) said, "what?"

Then he looked to his phone again. Muttered, "Nothing."

But, Ai asked again, "Do you like him?" without looking at (y/n). Meanwhile, (y/n) kept staring at him, raising her eyebrows.

"Why everyone thinking like that?"

"No, not because your scandal. Just asking."

"Then i'm gonna ask you the same thing. Do you like Haruka?"

"I like her music, i can feel my heartbeat around her."

"Did you mean your heart is racing around her?"

"No? Shees.. i'm not sure."

And then they continued.

About ten minutes has passed, they heard a door sound. Both of them looked toward the door.

"Eh?- Good afternoon." The person bowed as he showed a big smile.

"Good afternoon," They answered.

Ai looked to his phone. "You finished work fast today, Reiji." he said.

Reiji walked to them. "Yeah," he answered and gave a mini box of cake to (y/n). (Y/N) just looking at him without doing anything and still holding her phone.

"What?" she asked and looking to the box then Reiji twice.

"Congratulations on this room! This is for you." Reiji smiled and gave the box. (Y/N) took it and bowed slightly.

"Uh.. Thank you," she responded.

Reiji looked at both of them. Ai who kept scrolling his phone and (y/n) who placed the box beside her. Asked, "What are you doing?"

"Send our contacts," Ai answered and (y/n) just nodded.

"Oh! That's right, we haven't change our contacts," he said to (y/n).

"I already got it. But, it's only for work... for work," she replied and titled her head slightly.

"Aw c'mon! We can be friend more than work partner, Apricot." Reiji chuckled while slightly patted her hair for a moment.

"Yeah, but-"

"You better confirm about the scandal," Ai said. After the last tap on his phone, he looked at Reiji. Ai spoke, "You must have seen the news, right? Her twitter is full of our fans mentioned her. People think you and her are dating."

"How did you know about my twitter?" (Y/n) asked Ai.

"I search it. Before.." Ai answered. "Reiji, you need to answer it really. It's your fault."

"Ack, that one." Reiji looked at (y/n). Scratching his cheek with his finger. "I'm sorry. I didn't know there was a paparazzi in noon. I still don't know how to confirm about it. We need Saotome decision when it come to this. I'm truly sorry."

"It's not fully your fault. I gain what i did in the past. People feel uncomfortable seeing me active," she stated. Left a sigh between her breath, seems stressed.

Reiji walked closer, he "Isn't that more sad news than hate news?"

"People still thought i'm saving myself, instead think about others. People didn't know about what i have been through." She placed her hand on her chest, with a little trembled voice. "I saw those corpse. Falling from the air, meanwhile i already on the wild sea." Her finger pointed to the ceilling, with a firm emotion. She continued, "People didn't know that."

The man in green shirt, hesitate filled his mind. The situation is craving for tears. With that Reiji said, "Oh, Um-er.. Let's talk about other things!! Like-"

"Reiji... do you really need to talk with max volume?" Ai felt upset of Reiji's loud noise like always.

"Aish... i just want to pump up the situation."

"Thank you," (y/n) responded. The situation kind of changed. Thanks to Reiji's loudness. While scrolling through the contact, she said, "Anyway, Mikaze. How should i contact Saotome? You gave no Saotome contact."

"Ringo-san!" Reiji said at the same time as Ai said, "Ringo.."

"Saotome always changing his number. Too lazy to add his new number. Meh.." Ai stated.

"True hehe," Reiji chuckled.

"So i contact Tsukimiya?"

"Yup!" Reiji and Ai just nodded.

"Oh, boys. Please tell other members, i need to measure their size."

"Okay-"Ai said. He stood up."Oh, manager called me. See you later."

"Bye."

Ai walked to the door, slightly waving to them. After a seconds, he left the room.

The door closed. Only Reiji and (y/n) left alone in this room. Reiji took a sat on Ai's position before. Looking at the woman focusing on her phone in front of him.

"Apricot," he called, wanting her gaze aimed at him. "I'm sorry... i couldn't do anything about that."

"The scandal?"

"I'll try to discuss this with Saotome."

"Kotobuki, it's not fully your fault."

"So half of it was my fault."

"Kinda-"

Both of them share laughter, even tears almost fall down from (Y/N) eyes. Hard to say this case is an easy case. (Y/N) only want to release painful and sorrow feelings that she've been through. Once again, she shedded a tear.

"It's alright." Reiji comforted her, held her hand and patted her back. "Saotome will solve this, okay?"

Reiji's manly hands placed on that woman cheeks. Wiping tears that belongs to her. Then, he gave a warm smile.

"It's okay, just cry. That doesn't mean you are not strong enough to hold this."

(Y/N) shook her head. Wiping her own tears, with her sudden red puffy eyes, she looked at Reiji. "I'm sorry. I could menghancurkan karirmu. Aku sungguh minta maaf."

"Shush, Apricot. It's alright-"

'Beep Beep~'

(Y/N)'s phone suddenly ringed.

"Wait-Ah.. haha," she laughed a bit. "Tsukimiya called me."

"Uh... H-hello?"

"Good afternoon, Dear," Tsukimiya said in the other side.

"Good afternoon."

"Saotome wanted to see you and Reiji in his office. It have something to do with your... problem, dear~"

▪ Tbc ▪