The sky was dark, grey clouds covered the blueish sky, just like every persons personality. Some people use dark blankets to cover their scars, insecurities, shame, and sadness. And we couldn't escape those trials that are made for us go through difficulties.

Just for a moment... tell the world, life is a boring stuff you do everyday...just like... death. In a blink of an eye, everything changed. The boy that used to give happiness to people around him, became sorrowful and grief surrounding them, the ones that have the hopes in him became the hopeless person. We are not perfect, we are made to change yourself and change the people around us. Love yourself.

(Namjoon's P.O.V)

Walking inside my room, staring at the paper that was in front of my door step, I flop down my bed staring at the dark abyss around the ceiling. City lights beam the slightest spots of the room. It isn't good to overthink about a thing you couldn't even understand.

All those doubts and questions about the threatening letter that I found earlier was scattered all over the walls.

I couldn't think of anyways to get it out of my mind.

"What was this letter about?" Namjoon asked himself. He closed his eyelids drifting into a deep slumber.

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(Zigne's P.O.V)

She smiled. Unnie was smiling, her teeth shown and her eyes disappeared a little.

Staring at Taehyung's sleeping face was so wonderful and a good feeling. But a happy, enthusiastic Taehyung was more adorable.

Taehyung was running around the hospital, the people around were obviously judging him, of how he act inside the hospital. It was a childish act but mostly adorable. I followed him everywhere he go, because you never know he might do something more weider than what he do right now.

Taehyung jump across the room after room until he finally came to the nurse counter, he told the nurses that her unnie was already awake and they need to check her up if there's something wrong.

Taehyung settle down sitting on a chair just across the nurse counter. He leaned on the wall and close his eyes, smiling to himself.

He pick up his phone and dial a number. Surprisingly he smiled and started yelling words that I couldn't barely make out his words correctly.

He called Jin oppa to inform him that unnie is already awake.

I smiled to myself.

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(Third-person's P.O.V)

(Hours passed, abruptly Jin hyung finally came.)

Taehyung left, dragging himself down the stairs, Zigne decided to follow him outside for some fresh air. She needed to clear her thoughts, due to the stressful time being out of her own body.

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(Jimin's P.O.V)

The room was silent at the moment... until the door knob turned and burst open.

"J-Jimin?" A small girl voice spoke in the distance.

Jimin's eyes teared up. "No. It can't be. Zigne?" Jimin said in a question tone.

"Jimin oppa? You're here?" The girl run to hug her brother.

"I'm so sorry." Jimin broke into tears.

"Oppa, how come you're alive?" Zigne yelled hitting his brother.

"Dead. I'm just a spirit now."

A tear suddenly fall from my eyes."Miahne. My sweet lil' sis. I didn't know how did this all happen." Jimin exclaimed. His voice shaky and plain nervousness. He attempt to smile for his younger sister. He doesn't want to worry or make her sister cry again.

"Ah. I've missed you oppa!" Zigne hugged his brother once again. A tear fell from her eyes, while staring at the door.

Suddenly the door flung open. Revealing a girl.

Heather....

"Jimin, Namjoon found a letter and I think it's somewhat connected to the man that killed you. And.... who's she?" Heather quothed. Her eyes travelled to Zigne's presence.

"Ah! She's my sister Zigne. You remember her right?" Jimin said. In a questioning tone. Staring across Heather.

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(Zigne's P.O.V)

"Ah! She's my sister Zigne. You remember her right?" Heather? My eyes lit up seeing my best friend again.

But she looks like she's not mocking me on our first phone call, when she told me she doesn't remember me. My heart ached.

Wait... Namjoon found a letter and I think it's somewhat connected to the man that killed you.

"Ah... by the way Namjoon."

"Yeah. I heard you." Jimin said. While staring at his sister. He knew... he felt the same way.

"Hey, Heather." Saying those words like we never met before. It still hurts, the wound were still fresh. But the pain was bearable.

Abruptly Heather's phone rang out of blue.

"Uh. Gotta take this." Heather said, leaving the room once again.

"Oppa. Heather. " Zigne quothed, while tears poured out her eyes.

"I know." Jimin leaned in to hug her little sister.

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(Heather's P.O.V)

*RING RING*

[Come in to my room. I need to show you something.] Namjoon said from across the line.

[Uh. Sure. I'll be there.]

[End call]

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"Heather. I think... the letter was from Yoongi. He's being rude to me, and I think he's the one who send me the letter." Namjoon said, his hands shaking, and his eyes teary.

"I don't know what to dom if it wasn't Yoongu then who, it might be anyone. I don't know what to do if the man that send me the threatening letter was the one close to me. What if he'all kill me this time?" He quothed. His voice shaky, he tapped his shoes iloj the floor nervously.

"We shouldn't doubt people that we aren't sure they really are the once to be blamed." Heather said, leaning in to hug Namjoon.

Abruptly a knock broke the silence between Namjoon and Heather.

"It's me Yoongi." A sullen and deep voiced guy said across the door.

Namjoon stared at Heather for permission.

Walking his way to the room reaching for the knob hesistating if he would open the door or just leave Yoongi outside.

He sighed.

Turning the knob. He open the door revealing the one and only Yoongi.

"I need to talk to Heather." Yoongi quothed.

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(Jin's P.O.V)

After Taehyung called. I grabbed my car keys and head to the hospital.

For just a few blocks of driving my way to the hospital.

(I finally came to the hospital running my way to the nurse counter, I asked the nurses where is Janelle's room.

Room 106

Running my way to her room, I saw her laying on her bed alone.

I knock quickly and went inside her room.

"Janelle." I whispered, as tears started to fall from my eyes.

Her head tiltled to my direction. Abruptly her eyes lit up.

"Jin!" Janelle exclaimed. Her expression was enthusiastic somehow.

"How are you feeling baby?" I said, approaching Janelle. I leaned in to pecked her forehead.

"I'm fine. By the way, how's Zigne? Have you seen her? Do you think she's fine?" Janelle asked. Her voice expressionless. But a bit worried somehow.

"She's in a coma. But the doctor said she'all be fine for a few day if she ever wake up." Jin said. His voice a bit raspy from crying himself to sleep.

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(Yoongi's P.O.V)

After getting inside my room. I feel a bit awkward and guilty about what I did.

I should come to Namjoon's room and ask for Heather instead. Ugh. I don't know. I needed to talk to Heather as well.

I need to tell her something... that a man send me this letter.

Saying... "Bring Heather or I'll kill Namjoon."

And I think it really is dangerous. Cause the man that send me this letter was my own father.

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Hella!!!!! I hope I didn't make this chapter a bit confusing. I'm suffering the writer's block again. But I'm now insfired. Soooooo. I hope you like this. Tell me if there's thrill or nahhhh. But there are clues. I'll do it maybe in the 17. I really don't know what to do. Huhuhub.

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