the 7th chapter

                                    

                                          
A/N I'm writing this on EXO's five year anniversary, so I just wanna say that those boys stay together and happy for a very long time. #5YEARSWITHEXO
                          
As soon as Emma heard the voice of the person that had called her, all colour left her face. She listened looking very shocked before she uttered a small 'Sure'. When she hung up she looked at Hannah and Tanja. "We're going to have to leave." She said with a trembling voice, she then pointed her attention towards the girls. "It was James. He's in Korea." The girls quickly grabbed their bags and helped a shaking Emma get outside while bowing and apologising. Then they were gone. 
                          
I honestly don't remember much of what happened next. We ran out of the park and grabbed a cab. I must have been a total mess. I only remember Tanja cursing at my brother for not understanding that a warning would be nice, and Hannah wrapping her arms around me telling me everything would be okay. I remember the scent of her shirt that day very well. She smelled like freshly baked apple pie. It took us a while to get to the airport, and once we arrived I was barely able to walk. The girls put me down on a bench and tried to calm me down. They told me everything would be fine and that I would just be happy once I saw my brother again. However, that was what I was most scared of. I knew that I wouldn't be happy when I'd see my brother. I would probably block out any emotions and lock my heart again. 
                          
After a few minutes I had mustered enough courage to face my brother. We walked into the hall were he would be waiting and I took a deep breath before I looked around to find him. Soon I found a tall guy with pink hair who was smiling at me. I didn't smile back. I couldn't. I wasn't happy to see him. I wasn't interested in how he had lived his life. I was mad. Only mad. 
                          
James walked right to me. He tried to give me a hug but I pushed him away. "Follow me." I told him. I was mad and I wanted him to know that. But I was too scared and ashamed to tell him that in front of my friends and in the middle of the airport. We walked to a small cafe at one of the corners of the hall. James looked at me confused. "Emma, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I took a deep breath. "Everything." I told him. The look in hid eyes saddened. "You left me alone at the most important moment of my life. I waited for hours for you. You never showed up. You idiot." A tear traveled down James' cheek. "I'm sorry," He whispered. "I'm so sorry." I felt tears touching my face as well. "You're a jerk." He nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry." He pulled me into a hug. I just cried into his shirt. 
                          
An hour later my phone rang. The screen showed that it was Hannah so I picked up. "Emma!" I created some space between the phone and my ear. "Hannah, I can hear you clearly so there's no need to scream." "Sorry, what's going on?" "We're talking, catching up." "Great. Namjoon called me, should I tell him to call you?" "No, it's fine. I'll text him to say that I'll talk to him later." "Sure. Tan and I are heading home." 
                          
I texted Rapmon and moments later my phone vibrated again. "Can we meet soon?" Namjoon had texted me. "Sure." I answered. "I'll come to your place at 10." I put my phone away and looked at James again. "Jerk." James looked down. "I know, I'm sorry." 
                          
At ten I stepped out of the building, leaving my brother alone. I hoped Joon would understand that I couldn't tell him anything. He was sitting on a bench just across the street. I crossed and greeted him. "Hi there, are you okay?" I nodded as an answer. "What happened today? What was so urgent you had to leave?" "Just something. It's not really important." "Can't you tell me?" I sighed and looked at Namjoon. "No." "Why can't you ever answer my questions? Why do I feel like you always only shut me out?" His questions startled me. "I don't," I began to answer, his face darkened,"I tell you a lot, about work, friends..." "Do you not trust me enough to tell me important things?" Namjoon seemed really angry. "Do you not think I would care if you kept things to yourself?" This made me even more confused. "What do you want then?" I asked. "Do you want me to tell you everything that has ever happened to me? Do you want me to tell you about every moment in my life?" "Yes." Namjoon said it without hesitating. "And what if I don't want to, what if I can't do that?" Namjoon thought for a moment and then answered. "Then obviously I am not an important person to you. You don't even trust me. I understand that trust has to be earned and all, but I'd like some sign of your trust growing." He looked me straight in the eye. I looked down. "I can't." I whispered, tears were streaming down my face. "Then don't tell me anything, don't tell me anything ever again. Goodbye Emma, I enjoyed our time together." With those words he left me on the streets. 
                          
I don't remember how long I stayed on the streets. It had started snowing when I suddenly felt something on my shoulders. When I looked up I realised it was my brother. I tried to smile at him, but broke down in tears. My brother picked me up and I cried against his shoulder. When we came into my apartment James laid me down on the bed and folded some blankets around me. He hugged me, told me everything was gonna be alright. But I couldn't believe him. 
                          
The next few days I mainly stayed in my bed. My friends came to feed me ice cream and chocolate. I had caught a cold from staying out in the snow so my brother looked after me. He told me how he had finally gotten a job with an actual manga artist, he told me how hard he was working to make his dreams come true. I told him about my jobs, about the kids I taught English and the kids I taught how to dance. I told him about our family in England and how much they missed him. I told him about the Korean food that I liked so much. But I didn't tell him about Namjoon. I didn't tell him why I was crying in the snow on the streets. And he never asked, so I never told anyone, besides Tanja and Hannah. Namjoon was buried in my heart, that he had broken. 
                          
A/N. I need comebacks..