JIMIN

I sat at my desk in my office, a huge pile of paperwork infront of me, staring blankly at the ring in my hand.

The phone on my desk was ringing and ringing to the point where I had pulled the cord, and my email box was over flowing with requests for interviews.

The paparazzi had gotten hold of the fact that Bee was in hospital, but I was refusing to give details. Hell, they probably thought that I was a terrible person, because I was sitting in my office at work, and not by her side, where I should have been.

"I am a terrible person,"

"You're not," I looked up in shock as my office door closed, revealing my sad looking assistant.

"What do you want, Daisy?" I asked, "I'm not in the mood for games today,"

Daisy moved around my desk table and reached out, gripping my arms tightly in her small hands. With one firm tug, she pulled me to my feet and into her body, wrapping her arms around me, "It's okay to cry, Mr Park," She said soothingly, "I know you're hurting,"

It was as if those words unlocked the door to my emotions, and the flood gates burst open. I curled over her smaler frame, wrapping my arms around her as my tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

"I messed up," I sobbed, "I messed up, and I've lost her again,"

Daisy rubbed my back gently, before pulling away and fishing a pack of tissues out of her pocket. She dragged one out of the little plastic wrapper and stuffed it into my hand, "Sir, I'm sure it can be fixed. What happened?"

I scrubbed my eyes with the tissue and crumpled it in my hand as I dropped back into my seat, "Her brother won't allow us to be together.. But I'm not sure she was going to give me another chance, anyway,"

"Mr Park," Daisy sighed, perching on the edge of my desk, "After everything I've heard about this girl, I'm pretty sure she was going to give you another chance. Maybe not in a relationship, but maybe as friends,"

"You don't know-"

"I know what you did to her," Daisy cut me off, her voice stern, "You told me everything that one time you got drunk after receiving her CV. You told me it all. And I've been here while you gazed lovingly at her photo, or boasted about how pretty she was and how smart and strong she is,"

She snorted, "You look at a photo with more love than my husband looks at me,"

"That's not true," I argued, "I've seen how he looks at you. It makes me cringe, you're both so cutesy,"

Daisy waved my comment off with her hand, "Whatever. My point is, you shouldn't give up. Do you want me to-"

"No!" I cut her off sharply, "No, you stay out of this. I appreciate your help, Daisy, but I'm not going to put any more pressure on her. I'm going to let her decide. If she wants to call me, then she can. Otherwise.." I trailed off, my heart sinking, "Otherwise I'll give up, for good,"

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BEE

"I'm fine!" I groaned as Jungkook tried to force feed me, "I ate already, the food here is nice!"

I'd been in the new hospital a week already, and it didn't look like I was going home yet. My fever had gone down, and I was feeling much better in myself, but the fluid in my lungs wasn't shifting; even though there was only a small amount; I still hadn't coughed it up, and they weren't letting me go until everthing was gone.

I was already fed up of being poked and proded with needles, and I was starting to get annoyed with my stupid, over protective brother.

"You need to eat more, Noona, I don't want you losing any more weight,"

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, "I'm not eating anything else until dinner!" I declared, "I'm full up! If I eat anymore, I'll be sick!"

Jungkook sighed and put the plate down, "But I'm worried,"

"I'm fine," I smiled and patted his arm, "Wasn't your lunch break over ten minutes ago?"

"Ah, crap!" Jungkook jumped up, giving me a quick peck on my cheek, before rushing to the door, "I'll be back later, Noona!"

I waved as he rushed from the hospital room, closing the door behind him with a loug bang. However, when he was gone, the smile slowly dropped from my face.

My father and Jungkook had been visiting every day, and Yoongi was here almost every day, but I still missed them.

I had been feeling really down, sometimes even close to tears, and I was fed up. I wanted to go home.

But I wasn't one hundred percent sure what home I wanted to go to.