Majima had returned and found Jimin standing outside the living room door. "Why arent you inside?"

Jimin jumped and turned around. "Majima, I-"

Majima heard the laughter coming from behind the door, a smile tugged on his lips. It has been so long that laughter had been diminished in this house.

"Ahh, you don't want to break up the tea party?"

Majima never misses a thing, Jimin parted his lips but noticed the small box in his hands.

"What is that?" Jimin pointed to his hands and Majima looked down. "It is the cellphone I bought for Yumei."

"Majima-" Jimin began but Majima held up his hand. "Trust me, let them converse and you will see."

He was still against the idea of giving Yumei the phone but he should look out of Majima's perspective. It will give her more freedom and-

Jimin nodded, "Alright but you would have to get past Yoongi."

Majima grinned, "Leave Yoon to me."

Jimin turned on his heels and opened the living room the door, Yoongi and Yumei stopped laugh, turning their attention to them. "Jimmi! You have returned."

Jimin smiled and stepped to the right to reveal Majima. Yumei's eyes grew bigger, "Jima! Have you come to play fairy princess?"

Majima ket out a chuckle. "Not tonight, Mei-mei bit I did brought you a gift."

Yoongi's gaze darted between Majima and Jimin. "No."

Yoongi had guessed what Majima had brought and it was out of the question. He stood up from the table, Yumei looked at him. "No?"

Yoongi didn't bother to look at Yumei, his gaze was fixated on Majima and Jimin. "It is out of the question, so many things could go wrong."

Yumei parted her lips she was still unsure what Yoongi was talking about but Majima answered. "We can not keep her in the dark anymore, Yoon. We should continue her freedom and by giving her this-"

Yoongi's hand balled into a fist. "There are still many things that could go wrong!"

Yumei shrunk backwards at Yoongi's tone but Jimin chimed in. "There are still many things that could go right."

"Not you too!"

Majima opened the box, "As Jimin said, Yoon so many things could go write."

Majima took the phone out of the box and walked to the table, "Mei-mei, I have bought you a cellphone so you can text."

To Yoongi's disappointment, Yumei gazed up from the phone to Majima and took the phone. "Jima, I do not know-"

Majima smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "You do not have to say anything, sweetheart."

He took a step back, "I have loaded Jimin's, Yoon's and my numbers on it for you."

Yoongi let out a low snarl, this wasn't a good idea and no one was going to change his mind on the matter. Majima looked in his direction and then left the living room.

Yumei's fingers trembled as she swiped the phone. She had watched Jimin doing it a lot of times.

"How could you let him do that, Jimin?"

Jimin returned to the table but didn't look at Yoongi. "It might be the only way now."

His words made Yoongi paused. Only he knew what it meant and he turned to Yumei, retaking his seat. "Yumi..."

Yumei looked up, "So how does this work?"

Jimin bit his lip and Yoongi let out a small chuckle. "Let us show you, but first... Anyone you would like to text?"

A smile played on her lips, "Joonie!"

Of course, she would say his name, they have exchanged a letter once and now who knows how many texts would get exchanged. Yoongi let out a small sigh, "Alright, but you don't have his number now do you?"

He saw the smile turning to a small frown. He had to tease her a little now, he had his number because he and Jimin still needed to talk to him but... They can do that later.

He placed his hand on Yumei's head ruffling her hair. "Do not despair, Yumi." He took out his own phone, "I have Joonie's number."

Yumei quirked an eyebrow, "Why do you have his number?"

Yoongi blinked and Jimin coughed, they didn't think she would ask and they couldn't exactly tell her what was going on. "I asked him to give me his number when he visited you at the hospital."

Yumei narrowed her eyes, she was unconvinced because that wasn't exactly a reason. "Why?"

Yoongi gulped, "Uhm... Well-"

Jimin chimed in, "It was meant as a surprise, Mei-mei so when Majima got you the phone that you can text him."

Yumei turned her attention to Jimin, "I don't believe you. There is something you both aren't telling me."

Jimin shrunk in his chair, Yumei's glare was scary but it was not the time yet. Yoongi cleared his throat. "Do you want to talk to Namjoon or not?"

Yumei thinned her lips, her eyes never left Jimin. She wanted to get to the bottom of this, "Yes, please!"

She turned her attention to Yoongi and handed him the phone so he could save Namjoon's number, he then showed her to open the text menu and type her first message.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard and she bit her tongue between her lips. What was she going to type?

"Joonie, I got your letter. I would love to see you again, as soon as I can. That sounds so straight forward but I have something to tell you. Oh, I got a phone."

She pressed the sent button, "So what do I do now?"

"You just wait for him to text back."

Yumei kept staring at the phone, how long does that take? Weren't this supposed to be instantaneous? Well, it was her first phone and she wasn't accustomed to it.

"Mei-mei you arent going to make him type faster if you keep staring at the screen. Let us get this party cleaned up and put you to bed."

Yumei didn't avert her gaze from the screen. "I am not tired-"

A coughing fit took over and she started heaving. Jimin was on his feet, Yoongi had followed suit and he was at her side. "Yumi? Breath..."

She was swaying and her hand was at her mouth, tears were forming at her eyes. Jimin wasn't sure what he was supposed to do but he was sure breathing wasn't the answer.

Yoongi reached her hand out and started rubbing her back, 'Breath... She was coughing, idiot!'

He scolded himself mentally, as soon as he got her back to her room. He will give her, her medicine or they will be having a long difficult night. Her coughing was gradually getting better, "I want to go lie down."

Yoongi kept rubbing her back, "Alright. Let me take you up."

"I will clean up, " Jimin spoke softly, Yoongi nodded, "Thank you."

Yumei leaned back in the chair, her eyes were closed and she was still clutching the phone. Yoongi bent a little and placed his right arm under her legs with his left arm he wiggled under her back, picking her up.

Jimin walked to the door and held it open, "You really have become her saviour."

Yoongi walked to the open door, Yumei's head was leaning against his heart. "She is mine..."

He left the living room and climbed the stairs slowly. Yumei wiggled her nose, "Ooni... I am not feeling well."

Yoongi looked down and leaned his head forward touching her brow with his cheek. She was burning up, why all of the sudden? "Don't worry, Yumi. I will take care of you."