A/N:  I try my best to research on things that I don't know.  Languages, locations, etc.  But I admit I'm human and researching only goes so far.  If you see something that is a mistake I'm fine with a correction, but because I did do the research I won't correct it without a valid reason to do so.  IE a website or some other source to prove that it needs corrected.  Also and FYI, when it comes to other languages I don't rely on Google Translate because it has been exceptionally known to be wrong.  Instead I use sites that teach people how to say certain things in that language.

***Edit 6/11/21 In some cases just chalk it up to being a piece of fiction.  

I am exceptionally close to sending a sharp glare at him. Who knew that Tae could be so strict when it came to teaching me the Korean language? Okay, that's probably more my reaction to the lesson than him. I'm not grasping it as fast as I would like, and as I stated before my American tongue is not wrapping around the words properly. My pronunciation is horrific. Which when I announced this the first few times he just laughed at me. I'm pretty sure now he is regretting even offering to teach me at all.

Shortly after Korain and Hye Rin left we sequestered ourselves away in my room. We have been up here for hours. We originally started by sitting on the floor, but it didn't take long for us to graduate to the bed. The hardwood floors were definitely not made for sitting on for extended periods of time. We were sitting face to face before I started growing overwhelmed with the lesson. He's still seated while I am laying on my stomach and periodically staring out the window.

"Okay let's go over some of the things you have learned. I'll say a word and you tell me the meaning." I groan but nod. At least he isn't making me pronounce it myself. This way of testing is a touch easier as my comprehension has been obviously better than my pronunciation.

"Kamsahamnida."

"Thank you."

"Chwayseonghamnida."

"Oh this is one of the I'm sorry usages. I just don't recall which one."

"This one is like if you were to bump into someone unintentionally. Mianhamnida is more like a heartfelt apology. Say you had forgotten a loved one's birthday. That is the one you would use in that case." Tae pats my leg encouragingly.

"When there are multiple ways of saying things it is harder for me to understand. But, I know trying to learn English must have been difficult for you for the opposite reason. One word meaning multiple things must have been confusing."

He smiles softly. "Still is." He pauses for a second and just stares at me. "Eolmayeyo?"

"How much is it?"

"Bangapsumnida."

"Oh it's said when greeting someone for the first time." I think for a second. "Nice to meet you?"

He nods.

"Bbo bbo, juseyo."

I sit up and arch my eyebrow in confusion. "Juseyo is please or please give me. But, we didn't go over bbo bbo."

"Bbo bbo is this." Suddenly his lips are on mine and just like every other time with Tae his kisses are not even remotely shy. They are eager and unrestrained. I find myself flush against the mattress like many other times we have kissed before this. Unlike other kisses shared between us this one doesn't last long. He leans his forehead against mine. "Nuhbahkeh uhpsuh. Saranghae nae cheonsa."

Before I can ask what any of that meant, because he most definitely didn't teach me those words, his lips are on mine again. His eagerness is always intoxicating and able to light the wick of flame within myself, but there is a niggling at the back of my mind that knows we can't or shouldn't get carried away. I would rather get that doctor's appointment out of the way, and we have irresponsibly not been discussing being safe to begin with. I'm nervous about bringing up said discussion, but I know it needs to happen.

My stomach makes a noise of protest, so I reluctantly pull away. My phone has been beside me the whole time upside down on the bedspread so I pick it up and look at the display. When I see the time I frown. Looks like I won't be making any of the meals today. "Should we order something delivered for supper?" I ask.

Tae nods, but I decipher it as more one out of consideration than agreement. My assumption is proved correct with his next sentence. "Let's see if Yoongi-hyung or Jin-hyung have made any plans first. If they haven't then we will do that."

When we first arrive downstairs the area is completely empty. I don't know where they could be in this large house, and while I feel silly doing it, I pull out my new cellphone and open up our group chat.

Me: Where is everyone? My stomach is grumbling. Has anyone made any supper plans? I know I haven't.

No one immediately answers me which of course has me frowning. Then I hear several sets of footsteps coming from both upstairs and downstairs. "We should order something." Jk enthuses as he comes around the corner. He is drenched in sweat, so I know he must have been in the gym when I texted them.

"What should we order?" Joon asks.

"Korean fried chicken. There is a BB.Q not far away." Yoongi suggests. Since we don't have a physical copy of the menu tucked away somewhere he points out where I can find the menu online. Not that I actually need the help in that regard. But when he was showing me he was very hands on by wrapping his hands around me and using his own hands to pull up the website on my phone. I quickly clicked translate at the top of the page, hoping the hangul was all typed by hand and not part of an image.

It takes me several minutes to peruse the menu, and even then I am still baffled. "Nearly everything on this menu sounds delicious. How am I supposed to choose?"

"Which ones are you considering?" Jin asks me. "Maybe we can help narrow it down for you."

"And if not perhaps one of us is already planning on ordering one of the items you are considering. If that's the case then we can let you try it." Hobi suggests.

"Hm, well outside of just simply chicken the bulgogi poutine, jjim-dak, and budae jjam pong tang all sound interesting."

Yoongi and Jin both shake their heads. "Let's make those for you another time. Focus on just the chicken."

I nod. "The curry spice is the one that immediately drew my attention. But the surpfried wings also sounds good. Not to mention the soy garlic wings and honey garlic wings."

They nod in contemplation. "Typically we get a large order of the golden original chicken. Then each of us will decide on one additional. I say go ahead and order the surpfried for yourself. The others have quite often been ordered by at least one of us. You happened to mention a lot of our favorites." Joon suggests while his dimples are on full display.

"Is there a reason one of you isn't ordering the surpfried? Is the flavor strange or something?" I find myself asking, because honestly I'm kind of worried that I might choose poorly.

"No, we honestly haven't had it ourselves yet." Tae informs me.

"That's part of the reason I suggested you go ahead and order it. So we all can try that one also." Joon says as a way to reaffirm my decision is a solid one.

The amount of food reminds me of the amount of pizza we ordered. In that case though the leftovers went to staff. In this case I have a feeling we will be eating chicken tomorrow as well.

I'm not sure what protocol we will proceed with when the food gets here. But, when the door chime goes off again the question is answered for me. Joon has the security guard tip the delivery girl. I only know it's a female because I saw her trying to sneak a peek at the monitor on the security's side. When I ask why he had the security guard tip her Joon assures me that he will reimburse the security guard later.

It doesn't take me long to get full, and that's mostly just in reference to the amount of chicken that was ladled on my plate from several different boxes. Although I did also eat some of the kimchi that Jiwoo brought over with her too. When it was opened I was surprised to find it wasn't the cabbage kimchi I was already growing accustomed to, but a daikon radish kimchi. I genuinely liked it even better than the other.

"So," Joon begins. "There was something we wanted to discuss with you, but we weren't sure how to bring it up."

Yoongi's face shows genuine surprise. "Oh, we are doing that now?"

I glance at each of them for a moment. There are a lot of cheeks and ears turning red. Which makes me wonder if they are about to bring up the same thing I was hesitant to myself.

Joon gets up and pulls something out of a drawer in the kitchen. He hands over a manilla envelope. I arch an eyebrow at him and hold it in my hands. It might be just paper but at the moment it feels like it weighs two tons. "What's this?" I ask without opening it.

Hobi sighs. "Just open it, Petal."

I frown but do as he asks. There are four papers inside. Each one has a member's name on it. The first on top has Hobi's. I glance at it, and while I am not completely positive at what it all means I'm pretty sure I know what I am looking at. The names that happen to be on each sheet only reaffirms my educational guess. "Are these medical test results?"

"Yes." Yoongi nods.

"I'm sorry I don't understand all this medical jargon. Can someone put it more simply for me?"

Jimin sighs. "They are saying we are clean. All tests came back negative. You... You don't have to worry about our past romantic encounters in that regard."

My face is bright red but I nod despite that.

"Sorry this is making you uncomfortable." Joon says.

"No, no it's okay. I...um...I was considering bringing this up myself. Tomorrow I am going to be making an appointment with Jiwoo's gynecologist, a doctor that treats female concerns if you aren't familiar with that word. I'll look into prescribed birth control, but I don't know that I will be able to take any of it. Hypertension, that is to say high blood pressure runs in my family. I don't know much regarding the medicine, but I am sure that I read somewhere that it's not recommended for people with hypertension to take birth control. So, while I'm not necessarily ready yet I guess I am letting you all know to be prepared with other methods just in case." I know I said a lot, but once I get it all out there I am most definitely relieved. The weight removed from my chest, that I didn't know had taken residence there.

Joon taking the leadership role again nods. "Don't worry anymore about it, Daisy."

I nod.

After supper we all decide to play Uno. It takes me a minute to work out their rules since I haven't played the traditional rules since I was little. I keep wanting to draw over and over again until I get an appropriate card, when the traditional rules just say to draw a single card. This way is easier I suppose, but I can't help but recall some of the times when I was little. There was one time when dad had probably twenty cards in his hand, where I was about to go out. Because I didn't have a matching card the game quickly switched favors and I ended up with nearly the same amount of cards in my hand. It was my mom that won that particular game.

Yoongi notices the smile on my face. "What are you thinking about over there, Honey?"

I smile even more. "My parents. We used to play this together ourselves, and I was just remembering one of the games."

"Do you have any pictures of them?" Jk asks.

"Only one or two framed pictures, I just haven't dug them out of my suitcase yet." Actually I have just left them in my suitcase since I initially packed it that first night. "I do also have a box of pictures that were taken with disposable cameras over the years." I explain.

"Can we see them?" Tae asks with unveiled excitement.

"I suppose. But shouldn't we finish our game first?"

I didn't even realize that Hobi only had two cards left when I asked that. It only takes two rounds for the game to technically officially be finished, and while we could play until everyone goes out that option is vetoed in favor of going over the memories that I have stored away.

Somehow we all squeeze on my bed in a circle while I open my box. Hobi for some reason starts a drumroll as I lift the lid off of it. I roll my eyes at the soundtrack he is adding to this moment. On top wrapped in newspaper are two of my favorite pictures of my parents.

The first is of the three of us. I'm probably three in the picture and while it was taken professionally it was quite obvious my mother had a hard time getting me to sit still so she could tame my hair. My riotous curls are a frizzy halo around my head, and my freckled skin is even more prominent in this moment than they have ever seen it before.

"You were so cute!" Jimin enthuses.

I shake my head. "I look like a deranged toddler in that picture."

"No, I agree you look adorable in this picture." Joon adds. The flesh of his cheek dimpling as a result of his smile.

"What is this other picture?" Jk points at it.

I sigh. "This one isn't my memory. But, my mother talked about this moment a lot, and I just had to have it as a keepsake." I remove the newspaper for this one to unveil the photo of my parents youthful and in love. "The serum had only just been introduced to the public, but they didn't care to get the injections themselves. They were almost positive they were each other's soulmate, and if they were for some reason wrong they didn't want to know about it." I smile down at my mom in her simple, but lovely wedding dress.

I don't know if they want to have a ceremony or not, but if they did I wish I could have worn her dress. Even if most people choose to wear blue, yellow, green, or red in a nod to a DNA model. I would still choose to wear white.

I plan on defining what Tae said via a comment on the paragraph where he made said comment himself.  Although I am sure you all can probably decipher at least part of it with a single word alone.  :)