*TW: Alcoholism, addiction, weightloss, and suicidal ideation. Proceed with caution*
After the idol awards, Rumi and Celine don’t talk for two weeks.
Neither of them reach out, and that all changes when Rumi decides to call. But it goes straight to voicemail. She tries a few more times but receives nothing. Her texts won’t even deliver.
So, the three of them get on a plane to Jeju.
When they arrive at Celine’s home, they are shocked to see the whole house a complete and total disaster. Takeout containers everywhere, bottles upon bottles of alcohol, and trash everywhere. It’s not anything they are used to, Celine usually keeps her spaces incredibly neat.
When Rumi looks in the living room, she freezes.
Celine is sitting on the couch, an empty wine bottle on the table in front of her. A glass is in her hand, eyes bloodshot red, and she looks like she’s lost 20 pounds.
Up on the tv screen, Rumi sees her younger self. It appears to be a home video. The audio crackles in, and she listens.
“Come on, my sweet girl. You can do it.”
Little Rumi stands up, unsteady on her feet. Her face is focused, tiny brow furrowed. She hesitantly takes a step, before tumbling down.
A loud cry pierces the air. Celine places the camera down, but it still faces Rumi, who’s face is now red with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Oh my little hunter. It’s ok. You’re alright.”
Celine brings Rumi into her arms, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. “I know that was scary, sweetheart. But you’re ok. I got you.”
Rumi buries her head into Celine’s shoulder, cries quieting.
The video goes on for another ten minutes, Celine clearly forgetting to turn it off. The ten minutes are filled with Celine comforting and soothing Rumi, until the little girl is all smiles again.
The video cuts, the screen going black for a moment before Celine emotionlessly presses play on another video.
In this one, Rumi is older, maybe five or six years old.
“Ok, today’s a big day. My little hunter lost her first tooth!” Celine exclaims, holding up a plastic baggy. The tooth is barely visible with in it.
“Hey! I’m not little!” Rumi exclaims. Celine laughs. She grabs a shrieking Rumi, and the next two minutes show Rumi getting attacked with playful kisses and tickles, until she’s completely breathless and teary eyed.
Celine looks up, finally noticing Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. They are standing there in shock. But Celine seems completely indifferent to them being there.
“Oh great. Now all three of you are showing up.” She says, standing up and grabbing a glass of whiskey from the kitchen.
“Celine? What do you mean by that?” Rumi asks, rushing to follow her.
“I know I failed you Rumi. I know I fucked up and don’t deserve to live after what I put you through. I don’t need Mira and Zoey to tell me that as well.”
Rumi is thoroughly confused. Celine hasn’t talked to any of them in weeks.
Why does Celine think she said that to her?
“Rumi, I think she’s been having drunken hallucinations.” Zoey murmurs. Her own father had been an alcoholic before his death.
“Of me?” Rumi asks. Zoey nods. Celine doesn’t pay any attention, going back to the couch and putting on another video.
Just how long has Celine been drinking herself to death?
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