Staring at the ceiling, empty mind, quiet room, and a young adult laying on his bed alone. It was a beautiful scenery. Yet he had a drastic past.

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(Namjoon's P.O.V)

"HAYST." Namjoon sighed. He layed on his bed comfortably.

It was peaceful and a smooth rhythm of wind and silence roam across the room.

"I should call Heather." Namjoon said.

I think I know who sent the letter.

[Come in to my room. I need to show you something.]

[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." I said. I don't know why my hands were shaking and my eyes get teary at this point of explaining to Heather what I know about.

"I don't know what to dom if it wasn't Yoongi 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'll kill me this time?" I said, nervousness crawled in my throat as my voice got shaky, tapping my shoes against the concrete floor made me his voice shaky, tapping my shoes against the concrete floor in some ways, it calms me.

"We shouldn't doubt people that we aren't sure they really are the once to be blamed." Heather leaned in to hug me, her warm embrace took the demons and the worry away.

Abruptly a knock broke the silence between Heather and I.

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

Swallowing a big lump on my throat, I glanced at Heather for reassurance. She nodded her head towards the door.

Walking across the room reaching for the knob hesistating if I would open the door for the guy I just doubted.

I sighed.

Turning the knob. I opened the door revealing the one and only Yoongi.

"I need to talk to Heather." Yoongi quothed. I glanced back at Heather who is now standing from her sitting position.

She started to walk towards us, her eyes locked into mine.

"Can we talk in private?" Yoongi asked. Heather turned to me and smiled.

I smiled back. I stared at her while she closed the door behind her.

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(Taehyung's P.O.V)

Jin hyung finally came to the hospital, his face red with a tiny beads of sweat across his face and neck.

"Taehyung~ thank you so so much. I owe you man." Jin hyung pat my back and entered the room.

Staring at the door, I decided to get a rest.

Remembering my past, I remember my friends, Jin hyung, Namjoon, Yoongi hyung, Hoseok hyung and Park Jimin. They were my friends. But after the accident happened, everything fell out.

I was there, at Park Jimin's funeral. His body wasn't there, but they said he died. Hoseok hyung was there too. This young adult girl crying on her brother's tombstone. It was a hurtful memory.

I wonder where my friends are.

I missed them.

I was walking my way to an apartment, since I don't have a place to live in for this every time.

"Taehyung!" Someone called from behind. Tuning my way to see who called out my name. I saw Namjoon. He was wearing a yellow sweater, black tight jeans and a white high converse.

Omo!

I run towards the tall guy, he run towards me and hugged me tight. The kind of hug that you feel safe and home in someone's arms. That's what it felt.

"How come you're here in Seoul?" He asked. He rubbed his nape and bit his lips.

"I decided to visit the heart of Korea. This place looks welcoming and fun." I said admiring the place.

"Uhhh. How's Jin hyung? Are you in touch?" Namjoon asked. I smiled widely but it quickly fades when I remembered Janelle unnie.

"Yeah, we are. He's shocked and scared. By the way, Jin hyung's girlfriend got into an accident. But she's fine now." I smiled and stared at his face memorizing his features, in case I would have an amnesia.

"Chincha!? How's Jin hyung?" Namjoon asked.

"His perfectly fine now, that he saw Unnie awake, and lively talking to him." I said reassuringly. He nodded.

"My childhood friend Heather live next door. I hope you meet her. She's the most amazing person in the world." Namjoon said blushing. I smiled at his sudden change.

Namjoon hyung has matured. I'm so proud.

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(Zigne's P.O.V)

Following this handsome guy to wherever, I started to think, about my brother Jimin. He would have been so happy to see Taehyung again. I smiled to myself.

He was walking to an apartment, suddenly this tall guy called out for Taehyung.

Taehyung started to run towards the guy, same as the guy. They both hugged, and asked questions. I don't want to make them uncomfortable by getting close and eavesdropping on their conversation.

Abruptly.... I heard Heather's name. I walk towards the two guys standing and talking with eachother like a five year old kids does. They laughed hysterically and dance along the music that comes out from the speakers across the streets.

I followed them both until they reached the apartment doors, dragging themselves to the stairs, I take the surroundings seriously as I admire the hotel like apartment. It looks old and cheap but it looks pleasing at the same time.

Walking to the dark halls, following the two boys, I took the chance to take a sneek peek at Heather's room. That is surprisingly next to Taehyung's friend's room.

I entered the room twisting the knob. I was curious. Why is it open?

I pop in my head and saw a guy laying on the bed.

At first I didn't recognize the guy.

But staring at his unique features.

Jimin?

"Jimin?"

---(time skip)

(Heather's P.O.V)

"I need to talk to Heather." Yoongi quothed. I stared at Namjoon's eyes while walking towards Yoongi.

I stood in front of Yoongi, that is where Namjoon is staring at Yoongi.

"Can we talk in private?" Yoongi asked. I stared at Namjoon, walking out of the room closing the door behind me.

When we were outside the room, a couple passed by and Yoongi couldn't start his sentence.

He sighed.

"Can we talk in my room? This place isn't that safe. For private talks." He said. I don't know what comes into my mind but I nodded my head.

Going in the room with the guy Jimin and Namjoon suspected that he's the murderer is not a good idea at all.

Walking towards his room. I felt a slight pinch in my heart , saying that I should turn back and run.

But he must know something.

Still I followed him in his room.

Once in his room. I stared at his room full of news papers.

But one file caught my eye.

My parents death. He got a pile of information about me and my parents.

Abruptly a cloth covered my mouth and nose. As a dizzingly smell escaped the cloth.

"Miahnae." He said, my sight darkened as I drift into sleep.

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