I sat staring at the bag of sweet for a moment before I slowly ripped the pack open and popped one in my mouth. The sweet taste was so familiar and reminded me of so many things, that I couldn't help a tear from rolling down my cheek.

These were my mothers favourite sweets; she used to buy them a lot and share them with us when we were younger. Whenever any of us were upset, she would pop one of the sweets into our mouths, and we would stop crying from surprise. Jimin had gotten a lot of them when he was first put into my mothers care.

After she passed away, I used to buy the sweets and carry them around with me, eating one whenever I felt like crying. But Jimin constantly took the sweets from me; either dumping them on the ground or eating all of them.

I smiled as I ate another sweet. He obviously knew how many memories I had attached to this particular sweet, and the fact that he had brought them made my heart swell.

Maybe it was time to just forget about everything and move on.

---

JIMIN

I sighed as I put the phone back on the hook. My negotiations had gone well, mostly because of the CEO of Suga productions, and I was about to sign a new, big money deal.

I had decided to sign Yoongi under my company to boost his income and publicity, and he had done most of the negotiations with Kim Namjoon of Monster music, as I was unable to focus properly.

"What did he say?" Yoongi asked, lounging casually against the wall by the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

"He'll take the deal," I said, "He's on his way to sign the contract, and then you two can start your work together,"

Yoongi smiled and came towards the desk, rapping his knuckles against the hard wood, "Thanks for the opportunity, Jimin,"

"The least I can do," I mumbled in reply, "I'm just going to be promoting and selling it. You're going to be doing all the work,"

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and running my fingers through my slightly unkempt hair. Since Bee had gone, I had to admit I had gotten a bit less strict on myself. My shirt wasn't even tucked in, and my top button on my shirt was undone for the third day in a row.

"You want to know how she is?" Yoongi asked, "You've been dying to know since I got here, but you didn't wanna ask, right?"

I glared at him a little, before jerking my head in a nod. I had been aching to ask him, but I didn't want to sound too desperate. It seemed that lately, she was all I could think, or talk about. Even Daisy had gotten sick of it.

However, that was nothing new. She was my motivation to build my company, after all.

"She's much better," Yoongi said, "She's just got a bit of fluid left and they won't let her go home until it's gone," He raised an eyebrow, "Apparently, they normally would have let her go home, but they've been told by a certain person paying the bills not to let her out until shes one hundred percent healthy again,"

"Ah," I felt my cheeks blush, "They're taking me that seriously, huh?"

Yoongi laughed, "She wants to go home, Jimin, you should ease up on the staff. She's getting the VIP treatment, but she doesn't want it,"

I tutted, "I'm just worried," I said defensively.

"Also," Yoongi added, as if as an afterthought, "She seems quite attached to that unicorn you brought her.

I looked up at him, unable to stop a smile from curving my lips up, "Really?"

"Yeah," He said, "She loves unicorns. I think that's the only reason she kept it. She still hates you,"

He laughed when my smile drooped, "You look like a beaten puppy," He said, "Why don't you call her?"

"I don't want to pressure her,"

"It was your persistance that got her in the first place," Yoongi pointed out. After we had spoken in his studio that time, and I had apologised, he had actually become quite a good friend.

"She-" My answer was cut off by a sharp knock at the door.

"Mr Park," Daisy poked her head in, "I have Kim Namjoon from Monster Music here to see you,"

---

BEE

"Noona," Jungkook whined, "Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" I looked up from the now almost empty pack of sweets that I had in my hand, "What?"

My brother frowned at me, "I was telling you about my test results. You weren't even listening,"

"Sorry, Kookie, I'm just a bit tired," I lied. I couldn't get Jimin out of my mind after Daisy had given me the sweets. I couldn't stop thinking about the subtle way he had taken care of me, or how he had apologised. How he had told me that he had always loved me.

Jungkook looked a little upset, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking," He said, "I've been keeping you up,"

"No Kookie, I like having you here," I said, "I just.. Want to go home. I'm sick of being here, I feel fine now,"

Smiling sympathetically, Jungkook patted my shoulder, "You'll be able to leave soon, Noona. Keep your chin up,"

I smiled gratefully at him, "Yeah. Thanks, Kook,"

Once Jungkook had left, I went back to staring at the packet of sweets. But this time, I alternated my stares between those and my phone, that was sitting, fully charged, on the table next to the bed.

---

JIMIN

"Hey, Jimin," Namjoon crushed my hand with his handshake, as usual. And, like normal, I pretended that he didn't.

"Namjoon,"

"This must be Min Yoongi," Namjoon and Yoongi shook hands as the CEO of Monster Music continued to speak, "I've heard some of your stuff, you're very talented,"

"I could say the same to you," Yoongi replied politely.

Namjoon turned to face me, a smile on his face, "I've been meaning to come over," He said, "To send my regards to that pretty fiancee of yours. How is she doing?"

"Ah," I paused, trying to figure out how to answer him. We hadn't made our 'break up' public yet, so I wasn't sure what to say.

However, my mobile phone ringing on my desk jerked me back to my senses; he wasn't asking about our relationship, he was asking about her well being.

"She's doing well, thank you Namjoon,"

"Good. Now," He said, clapping his hands together, "Where is this contract I need to go through?"

---

BEE

I sighed as I put my phone back down on the table by the bed.

"He didn't answer..."