Notes

November 12th, 2017

Yoon

I'm giving you two days.

Then I'm coming to find you.

Ire

Yoongi, don't.

I don't want you to get hurt.

If you truly care about me, you'll block this number and forget about me.

Please.

Yoon

Ire, you know I can't.

You know that I can't just forget you.

Don't do this.

Ire

If you don't, I will.

Good bye Yoongi.

I hope you find your happiness.

Yoon

Please Irene!
Not delivered

Screw two days, I'm coming now.
Not delivered

You're my happiness.
Not delivered

Irene let out a shaky breath, wondering just how she was going to be able to survive knowing she hurt Yoongi.

But he'd be killed if he tried to find her.

This was for the best.

She stopped leaning against the wall outside Jaebum's office and stood straight.

She felt something wet on her cheek, and found it to be a tear that had managed to escape when talking to Yoongi.

But she couldn't let JB take him too.

She wouldn't.

As she entered the main room, she found Jin curled up on the old green couch in the corner, tear stains making a salty path down each cheek.

"Jin." She whispered, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the apple of his cheek, disturbing the once prominent line.

He stirred slightly, "Ire?"

"It's me. I have my mission tomorrow night. Meet me in Sung Min's bar at 6:00. I have a plan." She whispered, smiling at him softly before slipping out of the building.