Tacenda [Got7]
Title: Tacenda [Chapter 3]
Main Character: Jaebum
Warnings: -none-
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,374
Summary: This is a story about things that should not be said.
Notes: New fandom, new writing style~ Although it looks like I'm slipping into the old one umm-
[1] [2]
It's one of the rare mornings when Jinyoung, ever the responsible one, managed to wake Jaebum up early enough for breakfast duty. Jaebum is still wiping at his eyes even as he folds the egg roll while Jinyoung is filling the boiler with seven mugs' worth of water.
"Good morning, hyung."
Jaebum turns to wave languidly at Youngjae. "Hey. You're up, this is a miracle."
Youngjae shrugs. "Couldn't sleep." It's barely a flicker, Jaebum doesn't miss it: the quick dart of Youngjae's eyes at Jinyoung's back. "I'll just take a bath first, hyung."
The way Jinyoung is resolutely watching the water overflowing from the boiler? The way he holds his breath and exhales deeply when Youngjae leaves? Jaebum doesn't miss those either.
"Mark?"
"Yes?"
"I think we need to talk."
Mark doesn't even ask about what, he just nods like he's been expecting it.
Jaebum has to find time for that later. For now, he focuses on running interference. Maybe if he's agile enough the rest of the group won't notice that Jinyoung and Youngjae haven't even looked at each other all morning.
"Did you sleep well last night, hyung?"
Jaebum looks up from his phone and stares puzzled at Yugyeom. Strange questions are usually followed by strange requests for the sake of video missions. "Yes?"
"That's good," Yugyeom says brightly. "Do you think we'll do well today?"
"I always think we'll do well." A safe answer backed up by honesty.
"Then we'll do well." Yugyeom grins, pumps a fist in excitement, and goes off to bother Jinyoung.
It's strange how much strength someone can draw from even the smallest display of appreciation.
Jaebum has always fostered collaborative independence. "Develop your skills and remember to teach what you learn." "We need to trust each other, which means we each need to be someone the whole group can trust." "Be strong. We don't know when we'll fall, but when we do everyone must be ready to catch and cover."
(Moment of truth: the thoughts behind them were Jaebum's from start to end but Jinyoung was the one who captured them in words.)
It's not surprising when Jackson corners him in the restroom right before lunch. The rest of the group should already be at the studio canteen. Trust Jackson to use awkward timing as his ace.
"If I didn't know any better, hyung," Jackson leads on while washing his hands.
"Dude, can't this wait until after I'm done peeing-"
"I'd say you're trying to take my place as the lovably hyper one in the group."
"Seriously, I'm taking care of business here-"
"What's up with Jinyoung?"
Not that this is exactly what Jaebum was trying to avoid or anything. Jaebum sighs in defeat, zips up, walks over to the sink beside Jackson and stares at his reflection. He looks so… polished. So fresh. Makeup really does wonders, he can barely even recognize himself. "I'm working on it, man, don't worry about it."
Maybe Jaebum's just imagining things, but when he walks out the door it almost sounds like Jackson said, "I'll take care of the other one, then."
Of all the members, Mark was the hardest to get used to. Jaebum used to think that it's because Mark is a weird blend of conflicting upbringing, but after a while it became obvious that... well, Mark is just naturally quiet. Naturally independent. He's not exclusive, he just goes at his own pace.
After Bambam's strange vanity, Youngjae's offbeat humor, Yugyeom's consistent support, Jackson's sheer exuberance, and Jinyoung's innate moodiness, Mark's silent strength threw Jaebum off balance. Mark is always where he needs to be and will always do what is asked of him. What Jaebum had to learn was that needs and expectations sometimes conflict; that Mark doesn't follow blindly, he hears what you're really asking beneath your words and he follows that instead. He listens.
Jaebum can bypass all those things by being tactlessly straightforward. By Korean standards, anyway.
"Important things first," Jaebum says. He bites into his chicken skewer and waves the stick in the air to compose his thoughts. "Is Jinyoung okay?"
They're in an alley behind headquarters. A haven for artists who want privacy even among themselves. The kids are in the middle of endurance exercises when Jaebum pulled Mark out for some one on one coaching, something he couldn't squeeze into their schedule with rehearsals right after.
The smell of trash and smoke will stick to their clothes but it's the best they have for now. How he still has any appetite is a mystery.
"He's been better." Mark would never say that to anyone else. Jaebum - and Jinyoung, he guesses - are relying on it. "He's cracking, though? Yugyeom can see it. And I've caught Bambam looking worried." There's guilt in Mark's smile. "And. I-"
"You can't always be there for him," Jaebum says. Mark nods and doesn't add anything. "How did you find out?"
"He told me."
"He wouldn't have told anyone."
"Well. You're right. But that doesn't mean it hasn't been bothering him? I just listened. To what he actually wants to say when we talk."
That's a lesson that a lot of them tend to forget. Everyone else is so outspoken, even Youngjae who's supposedly the shy one. They forget that Jinyoung feels things deeply.
Jaebum leans back against the wall. "Mark? Am I being a bad best friend? I should have been there for him, too."
Mark shakes his head. His confidence absolves Jaebum of guilt. "He didn't want to burden you. That's what it was."
Leadership changes things. Jaebum's always known that, but feeling it is completely different. "Thanks for taking care of him."
"You're all my friends, Jaebum. I'm here for everyone."
"Hyung, have you eaten?" Youngjae asks as soon as they return. "Let's grab some snacks."
Jaebum smiles in apology. "Mark and I already had some. I can go with you, though? Or ask one of the others."
"Nah, that's okay." Youngjae stretches and looks around at everyone. "Jackson's a little sore after his attempt at splitting-"
"I didn't stretch my legs, okay!"
"-and Bambam's still full from lunch."
Yugyeom walks in behind Mark and finds himself facing an innocently grinning Youngjae. "Yugyeom, you're hungry, right?"
Yugyeom blinks, confused. "I guess the right answer is yes?"
"Why didn't you go with him?" Jaebum asks Jinyoung, who's quietly stretching his legs at a corner of the room. Jaebum realizes belatedly how wrong a move drawing attention to Jinyoung was.
"Because he didn't ask me," Jinyoung answers simply.
"No, that's not how it goes!"
Jaebum never means to raise his voice. It just happens, especially when he's too focused on dancing to remember to cool his temper. He doesn't immediately register who did a body wave in the wrong direction; he just saw the wrong formation, got frustrated because it's their ninth run at the same routine, they're still making the same basic mistakes, and it's hard to get rid of old habits.
Everyone drops formation and breathes for a second.
"Youngjae," Jaebum continues sharply. "It's the fifth time you did that. Concentrate."
Youngjae is poker-faced. "Yes, hyung."
"Again. Let's get this right, time."
Quieter. "Yes, hyung."
"You're throwing your momentum the other way." Everyone, surprised, turns to watch Jinyoung. They're not even looking at his reflection. Jinyoung stands beside Youngjae and takes the routine four beats earlier than where Youngjae usually messes up. "When you do this," Jinyoung demonstrates, Youngjae follows suit, "your weight ends up going-"
Bambam steps to the front and asks loudly, "Why don't we add a flip here?" Before anyone can stop him, he crouches, springs up, backflips through the air and lands on his feet. Misjudges how he absorbs the impact, slips, and crashes on the floor.
Four people crowd around him right away.
"Oh shit-"
"Hyung, you okay? Bambam?"
"Why would you do that, you haven't trained enough for this-"
"I'm okay-" So maybe he sounds a little dazed, but doesn't he always? "Wow, that was not a good idea."
Jaebum helps him to his feet. "Are you sure nothing hurts?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He presses his hands against his head and shakes himself for a short while. "Okay, good as new. Now let's try that routine again?"
Jackson grins teasingly. "Still want to do the flip? Mark's getting a little old for it."
"I don't crash on my back if you didn't notice."
"Positions," Jaebum announces and everyone quiets down. Youngjae and Jinyoung are waiting for them.
They run the routine to the end. Youngjae grins gratefully at Jinyoung through the mirrors but Jinyoung turns away to grab a bottle of water. Jaebum wonders how quickly he'll start crossing lines.
"What were you thinking!"
Youngjae is never aware how far his voice can reach. Jaebum hears him even though they're halfway down the hall.
Whatever Bambam says earns him a soft nudge at the back of his head quickly followed by an arm around the shoulder.
Jaebum guesses that Bambam's answer has something to do with privacy.
It doesn't take long for Jaebum to realize that everybody knows after all. Or maybe has an idea, at least.
The knowledge is strangely liberating.
The quietest place Jaebum can find is a small storage room at the roof of their apartment complex. It's been empty ever since they moved in. A quick round of cleaning and a few yoga mats later, the place could pass for a second room of his own. He goes there when the noise gets too much.
He's on his hands again, trying to contain the strain and singing in his head to time his endurance. He wavers by the second verse, scrunches his eyes shut and braces for the fall-
-feels hands push him back up by the knees and restore his balance. Jaebum opens his eyes and finds himself staring at pale knees.
"Thought I'd find you here," Jinyoung tells Jaebum's calves easily. Jaebum grins, deliberately tips over again and falls into tradition so easily.
It feels so new this time. "Hey."
"Why did I even think I'd get better treatment this time?" Jinyoung grouses, sandwiched between the floor and a giddy Jaebum.
Jaebum can't bring himself to care right now. "You okay, man?"
"Of course I'm okay." They're quiet for a while. Jinyoung is good at deafening silences. "Mark and I were supposed to work on our acrobatics before dinner."
"And yet you're here."
"He said he was already too tired.
"Mark, tired? Really?"
"Exactly. And that maybe the two of us needed to talk."
"Oh." What's expected against what's needed. Mark always plays to his own strengths. "So… do we?"
Jinyoung doesn't answer, but then that's pretty normal. Jaebum waits him out. "Maybe we do. We've been putting it off for long enough."
"And I'm still here, right?" Jaebum reorients himself so they're lying side by side and staring up at the unlit ceiling. The bare cement all around them is symbolic.
"Yeah. You're still here. I couldn't believe it but you came back after I thought I'd ruined everything forever. You've always been so strong."
"That's a lot of nonsense," Jaebum chides him. Whatever lightens the mood. "You didn't ruin anything, come on. We're best friends. It happened. Remember?"
"Did you see it coming?" Jinyoung picks up the conversation like they started it just yesterday. Like he hasn't been wanting to continue it ever since that quiet minute in between schedules before the managers hustled them to the next studio and Jaebum spent the whole day wondering if the loud music broke his ears.
"I didn't." And that's pure honesty. Jaebum had no idea. Until Jinyoung, in a moment of weakness, caved in and confessed. But what they both saw as weakness before, Jaebum sees clearly now as a testament to Jinyoung's character. "You like taking care of everyone. I never noticed that the way you took care of me was special."
"And there I was, thinking I was so obvious."
"Maybe it's obvious now." Everything is clearer in hindsight. And the two years in between gave Jaebum a lot of perspective. "If I'd known you this much back then, I'd have been able to tell. And maybe I'd never have run away."
Jinyoung laughs. There's quiet bitterness there. "You avoided me for only two days, Jaebum. Then after that you were as clingy as ever. I wouldn't call that running away. Let go of that guilt. I'm not holding it against you."
What Jaebum has to say next would hurt. But he trusts Jinyoung to listen to the sincerity. "Things would have been different if you were a woman."
"I know that." Jinyoung looks at him and it's strange that it doesn't feel weird. "You'd have risked a relationship with me at the start of your career? If I were?"
"Maybe?" Jaebum says with a shrug. "Maybe I'd have gotten into a promise with you instead and waited until we're both set. The point is I don't know. But it would have been different. It's not that I don't appreciate you, Jinyoung-"
"You just don't see me that way. Don't worry, I understand. I expected as much."
Jaebum grabs Jinyoung's hand and grips it tight. "This is not going to change anything. You're still my best friend."
"Dude, it's been over for two years-"
"I know, but I needed to say it. And I need to hear it from you." Honesty carries its own momentum. "This is a conversation that should have happened years ago."
It's amusing how genuine grins scrunch Jinyoung's face but at the same time make him even more attractive. "We'll still be Jaebum and Jinyoung. For the sake of the kids."
"Exactly. The children need us." Maybe Jaebum could use the sincerity to springboard to other things that need talking about. "And now you like someone else."
Another laugh, this time much lighter. "His awkwardness caught me. But that's not what you really want to ask, is it?"
"Are you handling it? I'm asking this as your leader."
"I'm dealing," Jinyoung answers. "I'm sorry I made things awkward in the group. I'll fix it."
"Thanks. And Jinyoung? Remember what I said. You don't have to go through this alone."
"I know. I remember."
[TBC]
Main Character: Jaebum
Warnings: -none-
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,374
Summary: This is a story about things that should not be said.
Notes: New fandom, new writing style~ Although it looks like I'm slipping into the old one umm-
[1] [2]
It's one of the rare mornings when Jinyoung, ever the responsible one, managed to wake Jaebum up early enough for breakfast duty. Jaebum is still wiping at his eyes even as he folds the egg roll while Jinyoung is filling the boiler with seven mugs' worth of water.
"Good morning, hyung."
Jaebum turns to wave languidly at Youngjae. "Hey. You're up, this is a miracle."
Youngjae shrugs. "Couldn't sleep." It's barely a flicker, Jaebum doesn't miss it: the quick dart of Youngjae's eyes at Jinyoung's back. "I'll just take a bath first, hyung."
The way Jinyoung is resolutely watching the water overflowing from the boiler? The way he holds his breath and exhales deeply when Youngjae leaves? Jaebum doesn't miss those either.
"Mark?"
"Yes?"
"I think we need to talk."
Mark doesn't even ask about what, he just nods like he's been expecting it.
Jaebum has to find time for that later. For now, he focuses on running interference. Maybe if he's agile enough the rest of the group won't notice that Jinyoung and Youngjae haven't even looked at each other all morning.
"Did you sleep well last night, hyung?"
Jaebum looks up from his phone and stares puzzled at Yugyeom. Strange questions are usually followed by strange requests for the sake of video missions. "Yes?"
"That's good," Yugyeom says brightly. "Do you think we'll do well today?"
"I always think we'll do well." A safe answer backed up by honesty.
"Then we'll do well." Yugyeom grins, pumps a fist in excitement, and goes off to bother Jinyoung.
It's strange how much strength someone can draw from even the smallest display of appreciation.
Jaebum has always fostered collaborative independence. "Develop your skills and remember to teach what you learn." "We need to trust each other, which means we each need to be someone the whole group can trust." "Be strong. We don't know when we'll fall, but when we do everyone must be ready to catch and cover."
(Moment of truth: the thoughts behind them were Jaebum's from start to end but Jinyoung was the one who captured them in words.)
It's not surprising when Jackson corners him in the restroom right before lunch. The rest of the group should already be at the studio canteen. Trust Jackson to use awkward timing as his ace.
"If I didn't know any better, hyung," Jackson leads on while washing his hands.
"Dude, can't this wait until after I'm done peeing-"
"I'd say you're trying to take my place as the lovably hyper one in the group."
"Seriously, I'm taking care of business here-"
"What's up with Jinyoung?"
Not that this is exactly what Jaebum was trying to avoid or anything. Jaebum sighs in defeat, zips up, walks over to the sink beside Jackson and stares at his reflection. He looks so… polished. So fresh. Makeup really does wonders, he can barely even recognize himself. "I'm working on it, man, don't worry about it."
Maybe Jaebum's just imagining things, but when he walks out the door it almost sounds like Jackson said, "I'll take care of the other one, then."
Of all the members, Mark was the hardest to get used to. Jaebum used to think that it's because Mark is a weird blend of conflicting upbringing, but after a while it became obvious that... well, Mark is just naturally quiet. Naturally independent. He's not exclusive, he just goes at his own pace.
After Bambam's strange vanity, Youngjae's offbeat humor, Yugyeom's consistent support, Jackson's sheer exuberance, and Jinyoung's innate moodiness, Mark's silent strength threw Jaebum off balance. Mark is always where he needs to be and will always do what is asked of him. What Jaebum had to learn was that needs and expectations sometimes conflict; that Mark doesn't follow blindly, he hears what you're really asking beneath your words and he follows that instead. He listens.
Jaebum can bypass all those things by being tactlessly straightforward. By Korean standards, anyway.
"Important things first," Jaebum says. He bites into his chicken skewer and waves the stick in the air to compose his thoughts. "Is Jinyoung okay?"
They're in an alley behind headquarters. A haven for artists who want privacy even among themselves. The kids are in the middle of endurance exercises when Jaebum pulled Mark out for some one on one coaching, something he couldn't squeeze into their schedule with rehearsals right after.
The smell of trash and smoke will stick to their clothes but it's the best they have for now. How he still has any appetite is a mystery.
"He's been better." Mark would never say that to anyone else. Jaebum - and Jinyoung, he guesses - are relying on it. "He's cracking, though? Yugyeom can see it. And I've caught Bambam looking worried." There's guilt in Mark's smile. "And. I-"
"You can't always be there for him," Jaebum says. Mark nods and doesn't add anything. "How did you find out?"
"He told me."
"He wouldn't have told anyone."
"Well. You're right. But that doesn't mean it hasn't been bothering him? I just listened. To what he actually wants to say when we talk."
That's a lesson that a lot of them tend to forget. Everyone else is so outspoken, even Youngjae who's supposedly the shy one. They forget that Jinyoung feels things deeply.
Jaebum leans back against the wall. "Mark? Am I being a bad best friend? I should have been there for him, too."
Mark shakes his head. His confidence absolves Jaebum of guilt. "He didn't want to burden you. That's what it was."
Leadership changes things. Jaebum's always known that, but feeling it is completely different. "Thanks for taking care of him."
"You're all my friends, Jaebum. I'm here for everyone."
"Hyung, have you eaten?" Youngjae asks as soon as they return. "Let's grab some snacks."
Jaebum smiles in apology. "Mark and I already had some. I can go with you, though? Or ask one of the others."
"Nah, that's okay." Youngjae stretches and looks around at everyone. "Jackson's a little sore after his attempt at splitting-"
"I didn't stretch my legs, okay!"
"-and Bambam's still full from lunch."
Yugyeom walks in behind Mark and finds himself facing an innocently grinning Youngjae. "Yugyeom, you're hungry, right?"
Yugyeom blinks, confused. "I guess the right answer is yes?"
"Why didn't you go with him?" Jaebum asks Jinyoung, who's quietly stretching his legs at a corner of the room. Jaebum realizes belatedly how wrong a move drawing attention to Jinyoung was.
"Because he didn't ask me," Jinyoung answers simply.
"No, that's not how it goes!"
Jaebum never means to raise his voice. It just happens, especially when he's too focused on dancing to remember to cool his temper. He doesn't immediately register who did a body wave in the wrong direction; he just saw the wrong formation, got frustrated because it's their ninth run at the same routine, they're still making the same basic mistakes, and it's hard to get rid of old habits.
Everyone drops formation and breathes for a second.
"Youngjae," Jaebum continues sharply. "It's the fifth time you did that. Concentrate."
Youngjae is poker-faced. "Yes, hyung."
"Again. Let's get this right, time."
Quieter. "Yes, hyung."
"You're throwing your momentum the other way." Everyone, surprised, turns to watch Jinyoung. They're not even looking at his reflection. Jinyoung stands beside Youngjae and takes the routine four beats earlier than where Youngjae usually messes up. "When you do this," Jinyoung demonstrates, Youngjae follows suit, "your weight ends up going-"
Bambam steps to the front and asks loudly, "Why don't we add a flip here?" Before anyone can stop him, he crouches, springs up, backflips through the air and lands on his feet. Misjudges how he absorbs the impact, slips, and crashes on the floor.
Four people crowd around him right away.
"Oh shit-"
"Hyung, you okay? Bambam?"
"Why would you do that, you haven't trained enough for this-"
"I'm okay-" So maybe he sounds a little dazed, but doesn't he always? "Wow, that was not a good idea."
Jaebum helps him to his feet. "Are you sure nothing hurts?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He presses his hands against his head and shakes himself for a short while. "Okay, good as new. Now let's try that routine again?"
Jackson grins teasingly. "Still want to do the flip? Mark's getting a little old for it."
"I don't crash on my back if you didn't notice."
"Positions," Jaebum announces and everyone quiets down. Youngjae and Jinyoung are waiting for them.
They run the routine to the end. Youngjae grins gratefully at Jinyoung through the mirrors but Jinyoung turns away to grab a bottle of water. Jaebum wonders how quickly he'll start crossing lines.
"What were you thinking!"
Youngjae is never aware how far his voice can reach. Jaebum hears him even though they're halfway down the hall.
Whatever Bambam says earns him a soft nudge at the back of his head quickly followed by an arm around the shoulder.
Jaebum guesses that Bambam's answer has something to do with privacy.
It doesn't take long for Jaebum to realize that everybody knows after all. Or maybe has an idea, at least.
The knowledge is strangely liberating.
The quietest place Jaebum can find is a small storage room at the roof of their apartment complex. It's been empty ever since they moved in. A quick round of cleaning and a few yoga mats later, the place could pass for a second room of his own. He goes there when the noise gets too much.
He's on his hands again, trying to contain the strain and singing in his head to time his endurance. He wavers by the second verse, scrunches his eyes shut and braces for the fall-
-feels hands push him back up by the knees and restore his balance. Jaebum opens his eyes and finds himself staring at pale knees.
"Thought I'd find you here," Jinyoung tells Jaebum's calves easily. Jaebum grins, deliberately tips over again and falls into tradition so easily.
It feels so new this time. "Hey."
"Why did I even think I'd get better treatment this time?" Jinyoung grouses, sandwiched between the floor and a giddy Jaebum.
Jaebum can't bring himself to care right now. "You okay, man?"
"Of course I'm okay." They're quiet for a while. Jinyoung is good at deafening silences. "Mark and I were supposed to work on our acrobatics before dinner."
"And yet you're here."
"He said he was already too tired.
"Mark, tired? Really?"
"Exactly. And that maybe the two of us needed to talk."
"Oh." What's expected against what's needed. Mark always plays to his own strengths. "So… do we?"
Jinyoung doesn't answer, but then that's pretty normal. Jaebum waits him out. "Maybe we do. We've been putting it off for long enough."
"And I'm still here, right?" Jaebum reorients himself so they're lying side by side and staring up at the unlit ceiling. The bare cement all around them is symbolic.
"Yeah. You're still here. I couldn't believe it but you came back after I thought I'd ruined everything forever. You've always been so strong."
"That's a lot of nonsense," Jaebum chides him. Whatever lightens the mood. "You didn't ruin anything, come on. We're best friends. It happened. Remember?"
"Did you see it coming?" Jinyoung picks up the conversation like they started it just yesterday. Like he hasn't been wanting to continue it ever since that quiet minute in between schedules before the managers hustled them to the next studio and Jaebum spent the whole day wondering if the loud music broke his ears.
"I didn't." And that's pure honesty. Jaebum had no idea. Until Jinyoung, in a moment of weakness, caved in and confessed. But what they both saw as weakness before, Jaebum sees clearly now as a testament to Jinyoung's character. "You like taking care of everyone. I never noticed that the way you took care of me was special."
"And there I was, thinking I was so obvious."
"Maybe it's obvious now." Everything is clearer in hindsight. And the two years in between gave Jaebum a lot of perspective. "If I'd known you this much back then, I'd have been able to tell. And maybe I'd never have run away."
Jinyoung laughs. There's quiet bitterness there. "You avoided me for only two days, Jaebum. Then after that you were as clingy as ever. I wouldn't call that running away. Let go of that guilt. I'm not holding it against you."
What Jaebum has to say next would hurt. But he trusts Jinyoung to listen to the sincerity. "Things would have been different if you were a woman."
"I know that." Jinyoung looks at him and it's strange that it doesn't feel weird. "You'd have risked a relationship with me at the start of your career? If I were?"
"Maybe?" Jaebum says with a shrug. "Maybe I'd have gotten into a promise with you instead and waited until we're both set. The point is I don't know. But it would have been different. It's not that I don't appreciate you, Jinyoung-"
"You just don't see me that way. Don't worry, I understand. I expected as much."
Jaebum grabs Jinyoung's hand and grips it tight. "This is not going to change anything. You're still my best friend."
"Dude, it's been over for two years-"
"I know, but I needed to say it. And I need to hear it from you." Honesty carries its own momentum. "This is a conversation that should have happened years ago."
It's amusing how genuine grins scrunch Jinyoung's face but at the same time make him even more attractive. "We'll still be Jaebum and Jinyoung. For the sake of the kids."
"Exactly. The children need us." Maybe Jaebum could use the sincerity to springboard to other things that need talking about. "And now you like someone else."
Another laugh, this time much lighter. "His awkwardness caught me. But that's not what you really want to ask, is it?"
"Are you handling it? I'm asking this as your leader."
"I'm dealing," Jinyoung answers. "I'm sorry I made things awkward in the group. I'll fix it."
"Thanks. And Jinyoung? Remember what I said. You don't have to go through this alone."
"I know. I remember."
[TBC]