Chapter 29: That rumbling beneath that bodes arrival from above, and

                                    

                                          
⚠This chapter has mentions of su1c1d3. Do not read if you get easily triggered⚠
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✨YUN✨
I took a shower, dried my hair, and tried to spend some time scrolling through Instagram on my phone. But my worries kept pushing themselves to the front of my brain to the point where I caught myself staring blankly at the screen of the device in my hand. 
It was almost midnight when I figured I couldn't ignore the thought any longer. So, I sat on my bed, crossing my legs, closing my eyes, and repeated his name in my head, willingly letting down the wall I had put up. 
Hobi. 
Usually, it would take me to call his name three times to get through, but I guess he must have been waiting for me, as I had barely finished repeating his name in my head once, and I could feel his presence in my room. 
When I opened my eyes, there he was, bleached white hair, wearing a dark sweater, leaning against my desk. His expression was somber, and I could see dark circles under his eyes.  
He looked tired, but before I could ask if something happened, he spoke.  
"You're talking to me now?" 
I kept quiet, feeling the guilt and all the emotions I had drowned while hanging out with Dalmi coming back. I looked up once again, and Hobi's expression softened when he saw my eyes filled with tears. 
"What? What happened?"  
Even though he looked confused and worried, he patiently waited until I gathered my thoughts.  
Then I started telling him what Dalmi had discovered. He seemed to drink in every word, and as I told him everything, his usually smiley eyes grew sadder and even more concerned. 
"And," I bit my lip, brushing away my tears, "I don't know what I should do." 
Hobi hid his face behind his hands, sighing deeply before he locked eyes with me again.  
His shoulders were tense. His brown orbs looked distant for a moment as if he was remembering something, before he laid his eyes on me, taking me in, looking so small in the middle of my bed, hugging my knees to get a bit of comfort, because my heart was breaking in anticipation. 
"I don't think it's a good idea right now." Hobi clenched his jaw, his eyes fixed on the pattern of my coverlet. 
Somehow, I knew he would say that. And he must be right.  
But if it was me in that situation, I would want to know. 
"He has to know, Hobi," I insisted. Even though I called for him to get his advice, sometimes talking to my angel made me see my own opinion clearer. "I see how much he suffers, but I have no idea what it's like to lose family like that. I mean, I went crazy because my father left me and my mom." I quickly went on when I saw he was about to start protesting. "Just imagine having someone you love killed. Not knowing where they are would be torture alone. I would want to be able to finally put them to rest. I would want to find peace."  
My angel closed his eyes, and when he looked at me again, they were sad. The grief they carried told me he knew exactly what it was like. 
"He deserves peace, Hobi." I hugged my knees tighter. "Yoongi deserves to know." 
"What do I deserve to know?" 
We both jumped as Yoongi's low voice reached our ears. 
The door of my apartment would be a terrible ally if I was still in my years of sneaking in after a night out, the hinges needed to be oiled and would announce anyone trying to come in quietly. Still, I hadn't heard him coming in.