Your POV

"Home sweet home." I said as I stretched and plopped myself on my couch.

The other guys grinned at me while carrying my luggage bags in my house. I told them that it was okay for me to do it but they insisted that they should do it since I was tired.

"Well they're not wrong." I thought, blowing the strand of hair away from my face as I sat up.

Puffing out a breath of air, Taehyung turned to me and said, "And... done!"

I smiled at him before bowing as a sign of gratitude. He smiled back and went to me, hugging me tightly. I hugged him back, a wave of euphoria going through my veins. I didn't want this hug to ever end.

We let go of one another, grinning. He patted my head sand said his goodbyes before closing the front door. I went to lock it, running to my bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. I was so sleepy.

I got into the shower, the warm water dripping down my body. I let my thoughts go wild as I started to remember the events from the vacation.

The vacation certainly was a healing period. It allowed me to sleep for as long as I liked without any interruptions, well except for the loud laughter that I hear in the morning from time to time.

It made me laugh harder, smile brighter, and be fully enthusiastic like never before. It feels like I have found a home in this group of 7 men.

My smile grew as I remembered Taehyung. We seemed to have gotten a lot closer during the trip and my heart is struggling to work properly these few days.

"I-Is it possible? Does he like me?" I blushed. Looking back, there has been a lot of signs ever since day one.

"No, no... he doesn't." I swatted the first thought away as I started to put on my pajamas. I sat down on my bed, eyes glued to the sheets as I lose myself in deep thought.

I shook my head, clearing away my thought as I grabbed a notebook and pen the was on my night stand, started jotting on bullet points.

"Okay so, signs that he likes you..." I said as I wrote down the words.

First of all, who kisses someone that they just met? Second, who willingly and always manages to spare time to fetch someone from their workplace? Who treats them to ice cream after a long shift? Who calls someone not special to you 'princess'?

"it's either he likes me, or he's just very very very comfortable with me." I muttered. I groaned, shuffling my hair around in frustration.

I placed it back on my nightstand, closing my light, and headed to sleep.

Taehyung's POV

"Oh, Taehyung why aren't you getting ready?" I heard the loud voice of Hoseok hyung from the distance. Sluggishly, I opened my eyes.

He was clothed in a black inner shirt topped off with his purple-designed bomber jacket. He also wore a baggy and ripped jeans. He looked cool, but where is he going?

"What do you mean, hyung?" I asked him, ruffling up my hair as I made my way to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of banana milk, placing in the straw and started to drink.

"What do you mean what do I mean? You can't possibly have forgot what day it is today." Hoseok stared at me in disbelief.

"They are exes for a reason. It's totally understandable that he already forgot." Jungkook came in the kitchen, all dressed up as well. He swiftly opened the fridge and also grabbed a bottle of banana milk.

I frowned, I still can't remember. In a few moments, Namjoon hyung also came to the kitchen. This time, grabbing some bread and putting it in the toaster.

"Woah, you're up early. Are you going to join us to her birthday?" He asked me.

"I don't think he will. Are you already on good terms with her?" Yoongi said, reaching for the cereal which was on the top cupboard.

"Whose party are you going t-"

Jin hyung came shouting, "HURRY UP! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR YUNA'S BIRTHDAY!!!"

A wave of realization hit me, "Oh right, it's that bitch's birthday. Why are you guys even going to that cheater's party?" I said.

"Shush, Taehyung. She was still our friend since we were children, and it's rude to decline an invitation, especially after declining every single invitation since your break up." Hoseok explained.

I rolled my eyes, "To be quite honest, I don't support your idea of going to her party." I said.

"Hyung... grow up. It's been four years already. Don't you think it's about time to forget?" Jungkook said.

It was as if someone poured water on the burning fire that was inside me, I actually thought of it for a second. "Should I? I mean, it doesn't mean that I'm forgiving her or anything." I thought.

"Well then... if you're still not done being immature, we'll be going." Jin hyung snapped, which was definitely understandable since Yuna and him were the first to become friends.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed his hand, "Okay... I'll go. Just this once."

Your POV

I was finally back at work and was now tending to the needs of someone who has a very bad insect bite. I took a good look at it but it didn't seem like a mosquito bite so I don't understand why the child was showing signs of dengue and having fever.

"When did she start having a fever, ma'am?" I asked the child's mother who was watching me checking her daughter.

"It was a three days ago, after we went to the park." The mother said, worry evident in her eyes.

I smiled at her, "Your child will be fine. It's just an insect bite, she'll get through it." I told the mother.

Humming, I exited the room and was now making my way to the front desk to time out. The day went so well and I even managed to finish early. I was writing my name on the booklet when I noticed that Doctor Han Yuna did not go today.

"Taejin-ah" I called the nurse that was going down the hallway.

He looked at me, "Why, Noona?"

"Did Yuna the bi- I mean, Doctor Han come in?" I wanted to slap my mouth for ever even wanting to say the first few words.

"Oh... Yuna Noona? It's her birthday today, so she didn't come." He explained.

"O-Oh... okay. Thank you!" I bowed and he bowed back. I hurriedly wrote my name on the book and went outside.

I waited for Taehyung like the usual. "He's taking a lot longer than usual." I muttered then I received a message.

Baby Tata:

I can't pick you up today, princess.

I'm out with the hyungs. You want

anything?

Cutie Y/N:

I was wondering what took you so long

No, no, it's alright! I'm going to go to

Seoul anyway. Have fun!

I let out as sadness started to take over me. Instead of walking, hopping at times, I was just fragging my feet on the ground as I started to walk. I came across a flower which was selling my dad's favorite flowers.

Seeing that, my happiness boosted as I fumbled around my bag, searching for my wallet and entered the flower shop.

The nice smell of flowers and greenery was all around the air. I inhaled and exhaled, feeling a sense of calmness and serenity throughout my body. I smiled happily at the cashier who smiled back at me.

"Good day Ma'am! What would you like to order?" She asked me enthusiastically.

I pointed to the flowers that I wanted, "A bouquet of these please."

She gasped, "Ma'am you are so lucky! this is the last bouquet of smeraldo flowers." She shared with me, which made me very curious.

"Huh? Why?" I asked.

"So apparently, these are just fake flowers but due to the pretty features of this flower..." She picked one flower and handed it to me. "It became a popular and a lot of people bought them."

"So... why did they stop 'making' smeraldo flowers?" I asked the cashier, intrigued.

"This is just a rumor but it is said that it was due to the chemicals that they put into this flower to try to make it like other flowers that grow. These chemicals were bad for the other animals, so they shut down the company." She frowned.

"Oh... that's awful." I said and grabbed the bouquet that she reached out to me and paid her before bidding my goodbyes. Skipping, I decided to call up my mother.

"M-Mom! I'll be going there in a bit. How's father?" I asked her but no one answered.

"Mom?"

"Mom, are you okay?" I was getting quite worried but I heard someone from the other line sniffle.

"Y/N-ah... y-y-your d-dad. He's..." She started.

"No... don't tell me." I mentally prayed.

What she told me next made me drop the bouquet of flowers.

"...dead."