It's been three months.

Three months ever since I saw him for the last time - at least in person, because days after me being home, I watched on television how "the deadly serial killer V" had surrendered to the cops.

And I honestly don't understand how his mind works, because even though he was probably still in the courtroom having sessions with the judge, he could have gotten a death sentence easily.

All of this was being broadcasted on television because apparently, a "feared" serial killer who has barely killed someone in his entire life had just turned himself in. Get the sarcasm.

And weeks after he'd left me hanging onto the first kiss we'd shared, I had realized that yes, in some corner of my heart, I had developed feelings for that damned Panda. It was just a little bit of missing him and probably a teensy bit of liking-

Okay, who am I kidding?

I was whipped, oh my god, oh my god, and oh my god.

I missed him so much; I missed his taunts and his blushy baby-like smile; his fun adventures and his onion rice. I missed it all so much. It was like his memories had left a void in my heart.

And that void wasn't exactly being filled by loads of chemistry homework and pending school notes. At the moment, it was one in the night, and my back hurt from sitting straight for three hours on a stretch.

It was all because of that weird chemistry teacher, who liked to torture us students with extra assignments. Ugh.

To be honest, I was given a little break from the school work because me being kidnapped had become a piece of breaking news in the school and possibly in the entire town, all thanks to Ah Ra for causing such ruckus.

I remember how she told me that she had cried that night when I had been kidnapped, but I had obviously told her later how Taehyung was someone I liked, and to that, she had commented how I had developed Stockholm Syndrome.

I had given her the biggest fist-bump on her face at that.

Anyway, I was working late in the night, preparing for the upcoming quiz, when my phone buzzed beside me.

Completely ignoring all the theories on the paper, I grabbed the phone, hoping for a message for cancellation of the next day's quiz, but all I saw was an unknown number's text to me.

Unknown number: hi

Unknown number: come downstairs

Me: who dis?

And the next message wasn't what I had expected it to be (come on, Mae, not every pedo is attracted to you).

Unknown number: Kim Taehyung

"The f-"

Me: dAFUQ

Change the name to 'Mom's son in law'?

Changes made!

Mom's son in law: yes now come downstairs to the porch

Me: omg why

Mom's son in law: i'm taking you with me

Me: OMG WHAT

Me: so is the petition for us being The Badass Villains Yeehaw still alive?

Mom's son in law: goshhhh come downstairs first

With that, I slammed my book shut and jumped off the bed, "I've been waiting for this."