𝐀𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚, 9th Ateez Member

ʟᴏꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

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˜"*°• LOSS OF FAMILY, 2022

˜"*°• we were performing live in america for the 3rd stop this tour. the tours were always great fun, especially to bond with atiny and do what we love. seeing all the lights in the crowd was my favourite thing - the lights always shone so bright

˜"*°• we were in costume, getting our mics fitted for the show. our makeup was complete and the stylists noona's had done a good job. my hair was curly, almost like a cloud, but it would become more straight after i sweat for 2 hours on stage

" alright, all done. here's your in ear." i thanked the staff, and walked to meet the others who were also prepared to walk to the stage and start our show

˜"*°• suddenly, i heard my name being called down the corridor. i turned around, as did the rest of the members, and manager-nim was signalling me down. i quickly jogged down the backstage corridor, and my manager led me to a separate room. i looked at him strangely

" how do i say this?" he whispered, " I'm so sorry asuka."

˜"*°• i frowned in confusion. i looked at my manager as he pinched the skin on his forehead and faced the floor. i was suddenly nervous, had something bad happened? was i being talked about on the internet? was this a prank?

"asuka, your mother is here. she-"

"really where?"

" no my love, she was supposed to be here...sorry." he corrected himself

˜"*°• i felt my shoulders slump. i was excited for my mum to be here and see me perform for the first time. was it supposed to be a surprise that she was here? is that why i didn't know? not much of a surprise now.

" okay..."

" she was meant to be here...with your father."

" my father?" i questioned, did he want to come see me too?

" you know how your dad is with flights. it's a risk for his health."

˜"*°• all i could do was nod. i had known he couldn't risk flying since i was little which is why i haven't seen him properly in years. just the odd facetime calls i make to him when we both aren't busy.

" he got a plane here with your mum asuka..." my manager stated, his eyes wide, hoping i'll catch on but i was confused.

" i don't get it? where are they then?"

" he couldn't make it. there was complications..." my manager wiped his eyes, " he died in hospital."

˜"*°• i guess it's right when they say the first stage of grief is denial. i couldn't believe it. my father. the man i grew up with, the man that raised me. the man that wanted to see me perform live had died in complications because of a flight to get to me. was it my fault? no, he's not really dead. 

this is a mean prank.

˜"*°• this was all fake. not real. i couldn't even cry. i was just in shock. i felt arms pull me in, but i couldn't move a muscle. this wasn't real, it's a horrible nightmare.