Association of any sort can be powerful. It can remind a person of anything from their happiest moments to their most terrible. As Yuna cast her eyes about the stark white walls, she wondered why the hospital had chosen that color. She figured that the white could be associated with peace or new beginnings even. To Yuna though, the white brought to mind nothing but the cold, and with it, the feeling of isolation.

"Miss...can I call anyone for you?"

Flicking her eyes from the white walls in front of her, she looked towards the receptionist who was looking at her with a worried look. Yuna put on her practiced smile as she shook her head, holding up the Styrofoam cup of coffee that had long since gone as cold as everything else in the room.

"I'm fine, but thank you."

The receptionist nodded as she resumed her work and Yuna fixed her gaze upon the walls again. A clock was stationed in the center of the wall in front of her, the hands of which were ticking by painfully slow. She knew that Jungkook hadn't been in the emergency room that long, but at the same time it felt like forever. Even more so when she already had to wait a lifetime to be his love.

Yuna's fingers gripped her Styrofoam cup harder as flickers of memories pulsed in the back of her mind of another life. Another them.

'Why is he doing this? He's supposed to be my husband! It was all arranged!'

'That may be so, but you can't arrange the matters of the heart.'

Choking the remaining life out of the flowers in her hands, Yuna threw them at the wall in rage. The maids that were in her attendance jumped back in fear as she stormed out of her room in a flurry of skirts into the night.

"Miss? Are you okay?"

Blinking, Yuna snapped out of her thoughts to see that she had launched her Styrofoam cup at the wall. The coffee that had once been contained within it was running down the wall in muddy brown streaks. The receptionist had gotten up and come over to her, looking more worried than she had just a few minutes earlier. With flushed cheeks, Yuna nodded her head as she stood up. She yanked a few tissues free from the box on the receptionist's desk before going over to try and clean up the caffeinated tears on the wall.

'You know there will be consequences.'

Yuna nodded her head. Her mind was already made up. She took the jagged black dagger laid out on the bed of withered petals, slicing open the palm of her hand and making it bleed.

'As long as he is mine, I'll figure it out. That wench can't have him.'

Blood trickled from her palm and onto the withered petals who took it as nourishment. They soon began to take on a life of their own, becoming something new and beautifully twisted.

"Miss, you don't have to clean it up. I can call a janitor."

Yuna couldn't classify what she was doing as cleaning up the wall. If anything, she was just going over the same spot again and again with the same feverish frenzy as Lady Macbeth. Nodding her head, Yuna moved to stand up as the receptionist led her back to her seat. If she kept up acting like this, she was sure that she would be admitted herself. Hopefully the receptionist was just thinking this was a mania associated with that of a fiancée waiting on the status of her soon-to-be-husband.

'The consequence can't possibly be that he dies,' thought Yuna. 'What's the point of living another life if I still lose him?'

Yuna had only been in the chair for not even a minute before a doctor came out. His gruff face showed that he had seen many things, so the semi-chaotic state of the waiting room didn't seem to deter him. Instead, his eyes landed on Yuna as he asked, "Are you Choi Yuna?"

Nodding her head, she quickly sprung to her feet. Her heart was racing as the doctor led her to the room where Jungkook was. He was unfortunately still unconscious as she entered the room, causing her concern to skyrocket. Yuna rushed to Jungkook's side, grabbing one of his hands in hers and squeezing it.

"Don't worry. He is going to live," reassured the doctor as he shut the door. "However, if he keeps this up, that could be up for debate. His records indicate he's only twenty-seven but he's stressing his body out to the point that it acts like it's in its mid-sixties."

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"I will have to run some more tests and get a few more opinions, but from my line of work, I've seen this sort of thing a time or two before. Young men who just keep pushing and pushing themselves until they physically can't anymore. Their body gives out because they won't."

The doctor turned to look at Yuna as she stood by Jungkook's bedside, still holding his hand.

"As his fiancée, I would highly recommend that you lessen the stress in his life. Doing so will keep him from overexerting himself to the point of passing out or even worse."

'Even worse,' thought Yuna, nodding her head as she squeezed Jungkook's hand more tightly than before. She didn't plan on entertaining worse. This lifetime he was hers, and she refused to let anything — even health — get in the way of it this time.

- x - x -

Mirae sat in the coffee shop near the window, staring out at the street as she kept her chilly hands about the coffee that Hoseok had just bought her. Even though her clothes were still damp from earlier despite trying to blow them dry with the air dryer in the bathroom, the coffee was enough to warm her bones. She smiled as Hoseok joined her at the table, arching a brow as he looked at her.

"Are you sure that you don't want to go back to your apartment to change?" asked Hoseok.

"I'm sure. Besides, Kismet and Taehyung need some quality bonding time when I'm not there or they'll never learn to get along."

- x - x -

Taehyung clutched the throw pillow closer to his chest as the climatic scene got closer. The swell of the orchestra caused tears to come to his eyes. He hugged the pillow tighter as if that would be the dam to hold back his emotions while his eyes remained fixed on the screen as cherry blossom petals danced through the air. The camera angle moved to focus in on the two leads. The female lead was leaning up on tip-toes to kiss the male lead in front of her. They barely had time to peck each other on the lips before the music changed entirely aided with the squealing of tires.

"Oh no! No, no! Don't tell me he found them! They finally got to kiss!" shouted Taehyung at the television as his eyes widened seeing the male lead grab the female lead's hand as they started to run down the petal lined path.

The camera soon took in a slanted angle of the vehicle that was chasing them. Taehyung dug his fingers into the pillow as he leaned forward on the edge of the couch. He felt short of breath as he watched the vehicle seemed to close the distance.

And then the screen went black.

Turning to the side, Taehyung looked to see that Kismet had jumped onto the couch beside him and sat down on the remote.

"No! No! I have to know if they get away!" shouted Taehyung, making a shooing motion at Kismet. Kismet turned his head to look at Taehyung before swatting a paw at him. Taehyung quickly retracted his hand so as not to be scratched.

"YAH! Just get off the remote! I want to see..."

Leaning forward, Taehyung started to smack at where Kismet was with the throw pillow still in his hands. It took a minute or two, but eventually Kismet lost interest and jumped down. Taehyung glowered at Kismet as he seemed to saunter back out into the kitchen.

"Stupid cat..." mumbled Taehyung as he reclaimed the slightly cat hair infested remote, using it to turn the television back on only to be greeted with snapshots of the show festooned with ads and a power ballad blaring in the background.

"KISMET!"

- x - x -

"Okay then," said Hoseok, "As long as you're sure you're going to be okay."

"I'm sure," Mirae said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Thank you for the concern and the drink."

"Don't mention it. It's what besties are for," said Hoseok with a smile.

Mirae nodded as she turned her gaze out at the street again. She knew that the museum closing shouldn't feel like the end of the world, but it strangely did to her. The museum felt like it opened a new world for her. It had been where she had been able to pick herself up when life threw her a curveball. It had also been where she had met Hoseok. She didn't want to trade it for anything, and yet it felt like she would have no choice in the end.

"We need to come up with something to save the museum," said Mirae. "There's still time for a miracle."

"I see my optimistic attitude is contagious," said Hoseok, beaming as if he was a proud father.

Mirae chuckled as she brought her gaze back inside. Her gaze landed on a bulletin board on the salmon color walls that was stationed between the two bathroom doors. The bulletin board was littered with a variety of ads. Mirae's eyes lit upon one ad in particular though that had her gasping. She jumped up from her seat to run over to the bulletin board, leaving Hoseok to swivel and look after her in confusion. Mirae reached the bulletin board and ripped down an ad before bringing it back over to the table where Hoseok was.

"I think this might be the answer to our problem," she said as she slapped the ad down with finality onto the surface of the table as Hoseok looked from her to it.