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"AAAHHH!! Chiki you're here. That's great but bad at the same time."
"Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down Zoey. What happened? Why are you panicking? Slow down."
"Ok."
I hear Zoey taking deep breathes. A good sign showing she isn't that lost in whatever is going on.
"Right, sorry."
"Don't worry about it. now tell me, what happened."
"Basically, you know our concert right. Well, we had to cancel it because Rumi has lost her voice.
Now, Mira is stressed, Rumi is stressed, and I am totally not stressed at all hehehe.
You've probably checked into a hotel or something, but what is the possibility of you… erm..
Cancelingthebookingandyoucomeovertoourplace?"
"…."
"I know, it may be difficult since us 3 girls live here. But erm… I think Rumi does need you right now even though she doesn't know it herself."
"How bold of you to use Rumi, Zoey."
"Nonono, I didn't mean to weaponise Rumi, it's just she somehow seems to be holding a lot of stuff in and with her pushing the 'Golden' release that soon, she seems more agitated of this not working.
This has been noticed more since you two broke up, but me and Mira haven't mentioned it to her.
I know this will be difficult for you Chiki, but please, I beg you to stay here."
The silence that came after seemed to have stretched longer than needed.
Honestly, I only wanted to interact with Mira and Zoey whilst I was here and at the same time, partner up with Zoey on a business proposal. But I never knew that this headache would come about.
After listening to the song 'Golden' I can see how much Zoey has been stuck in the middle of 2 parties and tries her best to be the bridge between them or tries to keep things afloat.
This is why I don't do tours and just dop singles.
"Aaghh, fine, I'll come over. Send me the address and I'll head there now, since its already almost dark, the streets shouldn't be that busy."
"Yaaayyyyy. Thank you Thank you Thank you. I will send the address now."
Call Ended
Not a second after the call was cut, did a notification pop up on my screen. A message from Zoey with the address.
I opened the message up, and stare blankly at the address that got sent.
Blink
Blink
I silently pack my things back up in my suitcase.
Walk downstairs.
Check out early whilst paying for the early check out fee.
Silently walk outside.
And turn a sharp right and gaze at the taller building erect right next to my hotel.
"You're taking the piss."
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Standing in the elevator in silence, I start to have a small worry knotting itself in the centre of my stomach.
It just feels like my past life arcs are coming back to me, like some kind of story being written about my life and now it's time for the confrontation arc.
I was the queen that I'm meant to be (Ah)
I lived two lives, tried to play both sides
But I couldn't find my own place
The only thing I can just do now, is just allow everything to play as it unfolds and just work through anything that happens as is.
I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin'
Like I'm born to be
We dreamin' hard, we came so far
Now I believe
Fuck me man, why is this lift taking so long.
Gonna be, gonna be goldеn
Oh, up, up, up
With our voices
They live on the top floor, don't they? For fuck's sake.
Oh, I'm done hidin' now I'm shinin'
Like I'm born to be
Oh, our time, no fears, no lies
That's who we're born to be
Can't lie, this is a good song. I just wished….. Nevermind.
The slow ascend to the top was in silence apart from the elevator music.
It was a good way for me to have a bit of peace and enjoy my time away from trying to protect my family and be able to provide for them in situations I'm not around or if I die.
Losing my parents young did hurt a bit since I was raised by them in this new life of mine.
Well my dad raised me, my mum left us when I was little.
But I couldn't care less.
I'm just glad that this world isn't al magical and religion is actually something where the beings mingle with the people like it's a Monday morning.
Koneko and Kuoh is about, but Koneko hasn't given me an inclination that her being a Neko is a thing.
And also, you really think I would ever believe God to die.
I haven't seen anything regarding Korea so I think I am certain that nothing out of the ordinary here, so I should be golden.
…
Ha, mad pun.
Ding
Coming to the top, the lift finally finishes its journey, and I can finally step out onto the corridor.
The door to the Huntr/x flat isn't that far away so the walk to the door didn't take long.
I fish my phone out of my pocket and open up the conversation between myself and Zoey.
"Let's see, the pin to this door is…. 4519."
I enter the code and slowly enter the flat without making a sound.
The apartment is a lively blend of personality and purpose, echoing the restless energy of its inhabitants. Spacious and bright, sunlight pours through generous windows, casting the room in a welcoming glow. The walls are plastered with vibrant posters of K-pop idols and bands, a constant reminder of the group's aspirations and drive.
In the middle of the room, a big, comfy sofa invites anyone to collapse after a tough rehearsal or performance. Nearby, a modern coffee table is usually strewn with magazines, sheet music, and half-eaten snacks—a testament to the group's hectic routine. Technology is ever-present; a sleek sound system and a massive flat-screen TV dominate one side, perfect for keeping up with the latest music videos and stage acts.
Tucked into one corner is a modest kitchenette, stocked with the essentials for a quick bite. The countertops are typically cluttered with instant noodles, energy drinks, and other grab-and-go snacks, fuelling the group as they race through their packed days.
The apartment room also has a designated practice area with mirrors lining one wall and a sturdy wooden floor, perfect for dance rehearsals. This area is often filled with the sound of music and the sight of the group perfecting their choreography.
Overall, the apartment room is a lively and functional space that serves as both a home and a creative hub for Huntr/x, reflecting their passion for music and their dedication to their craft.
My gaze lingers around the details of this room, the muffles sounds of the 3 women came muffled in of the rooms.
To me, the noise is blurred.
A picture peeped it from behind the sofa catching my eye.
I stare, recognising the photo without it fully being in display.
I walk over to sofa, crouch down and reach out to pick up the framed picture.
"Heh, I see this has become worthless now." I couldn't help but chuckle at seeing the now cracked picture frame of me and Rumi.
Funny, I knew things were not meant to be, but I didn't know it will end this quickly.
Is it because I wanted to get married asap?
Is it because we only knew each other for a couple of months?
Is it because I'm Japanese?
Is it because I'm young?
Successful?
Immature?
…
Worthless?
Nah, never worthless.
Perhaps it was a combination of reasons, or perhaps none of them at all.
Life rarely offers clear answers, and sometimes things simply unravel before we have the chance to understand why.
Even so, I can't help but replay everything in my mind, searching for a lesson, for closure, for a sliver of peace.
Getting philosophical. Who knows if I could ever find the answers, you know.
This is reasons why I don't like doing boyfriend and girlfriend stuff.
I did the getting to know her stage.
We enjoyed our times together. Or so I thought.
I have been there for her as best I could whilst she was busy.
Putting the photo back down, I release a breath that I didn't know I was holding.
The many thoughts circulating in my head. It's something I have to just live with.
I can't get caught up into the breakup depression shit.
The best I can do, is just continue to ignore the relationship ever happening, get this business proposal with Zoey sorted, and finally get back home and get ready for the semester of highschool.
I make my way towards the room full of noise and without making myself known, I just walk in.
"Right, what is it that you guys need my help with." I smile on my face at the end of my introduction.
AN: Hope you guys liked the chapter.
Sorry for the delay, I've just been busy with personal stuff and sorting my stuff out for my PC.
Next chapter I will make it longer and get into the next bit of the story – Zoey and the MC's business as well as meeting the Saja Boys with their first song Soda pop.
Songs:
Golden – Huntr/x