**Hoseok's POV**

I am watching Y/N, who is busy with her work. It’s been days since we had a moment like this.

"Are you staring at me?" she asked. I coughed awkwardly. "No, um, not at all," I replied, hoping to get a chuckle from her.

Oh my god! She looks ethereal! Her beauty is beyond my imagination. I could see this girl every day and still feel the same crazy heart of mine.

"Can I ask you something?" I inquired, and she nodded.

"Well, it's about Namjoon. Why did you two separate?" Yes! Finally, I asked that. She doesn’t look happy to hear his name.

"Time is very important. You know what? It’s the greatest thing a person can give. I only wanted that, and he only prioritized his desires. He didn’t even care to see my efforts," she said, her eyes becoming teary.

"My father is also like Namjoon. He didn’t have time for me and my mom. It's not because he doesn't love us, but to provide us with more luxury and happiness. He was too late to understand that luxury and happiness lie in his time. His presence is our luxury and happiness. Sometimes, I wish I could understand my father and appreciate his efforts for our family instead of judging and hating him. I should have listened to his side, at least once."

I said that because I had seen Namjoon’s love for her. The way his eyes got teary when he saw her ignoring him spoke volumes.

"Namjoon will come to the rooftop café. It’s your decision whether to go or not. Tomorrow is our final day to submit the portrait," I reminded her.

"Aren’t you going to see the picture?" she asked me. I smiled. "I know it will be wonderful," I replied before leaving.

Y/N sat there, contemplating what Hoseok had mentioned.

**Time Skip**

**Namjoon's POV**

I was on my way to the ICU to see one of my father's friends on his behalf.

I greeted the friend and handed over some necessary items before leaving.

On my way back, I spotted a familiar figure and decided to follow it.

"Hey! Mr. Jung!" I called out. Hoseok turned back. I noticed he had a piece of paper in his hand and made my way toward him.

"Hi there. It’s been a while," he said.

"Why did you tell Y/N to meet me?" I asked.

"Did she tell you?" he asked, and I shook my head to indicate 'no.'

"She asked me to arrange it. I guessed it," I replied, knowing he was the one behind this.

"Why are you doing this? To earn empathy?" I questioned. He smiled bitterly.

"No, just love. As I told you, I love her. I want her to feel safe in this world. I’m sure that you will make her safe around you."

He chuckled, "I am seeing the end. My heart wouldn't allow me to live."

He stated bitterly.

*To be continued.*