New Rules | Choi Yeonjun TXT

²⁸ Drifting Away

Beomgyu lightly jogged through the BigHit halls, trying to make his way back to the practice room.

Rushing past the lounge, he caught a glimpse of someone standing, admiring the portrait of Jimin hanging on the wall.

He did a quick double-take, and immediately headed into the room.

"Intruder!" Beomgyu yelled and chuckled before colliding into your body.

"It's like you're asking to get smacked." You laughed while flicking his forehead.

"Yah I missed you! What are you doing here? You have exams soon, did the company call you? Are you here for Yeonjun?" Beomgyu eagerly spewed questions at you.

But you didn't catch them all.
Your focus was on the scar along his cheek from the bus accident. It's seemed to be healing, but the reminder is still there.

"Yah answer my questions!" Beomgyu lightly grabbed your hand that had unconsciously reached for his scarred cheek.

"I uh," You quickly blinked out of your thoughts, "Sung said Yeonjun hasn't been doing well, so maybe I could help."

"I'm happy you're here then. He's been in pretty bad condition lately. I feel like I hardly know him."

"What do you mean?" You asked.

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previously

"The last scene for today is the food fight, so let's get hair and makeup ready." The director announced to the crew.

The members have been up and shooting since 6am.
Normal shooting days were exhausting enough, but Yeonjun's mind was elsewhere.

His mind felt like it ran on a motor, mechanical and only speaking once spoken to.
This contradicted his usual, extroverted and expressive-self. Whether that be positive or negative.

The last scene began and they all were running around, reeking havoc among the set.
His members' bodies were becoming blurs as flashes of black and purple erupted his vision.

He stood upon the table as instructed, getting ready to throw tomatoes at the boys.

Instead, the boys rushed after him as his eyes rolled back and body began to collapse to the floor.

He was back in the purple flowers once more, laid back looking at the black sky.

A raindrop hit his forehead, and black ink stained his finger when he went to wipe it away.

Then it began to rain.
Then downpour.

But Yeonjun stayed put. His mind and heart were conflicted and didn't know what to believe.

He tilted his head to look towards flower Yeonjun.

The wind was knocked out of him because for once, you weren't there.

The once lively flowers were now wilted, faded colors decorating his second self.

The black ink continued to stream down his finger tips.