Danyal POV:
There he was, Taehyung oppa had found me. My eyes began to water and my mouth began to open. Laughing widely, I fell to the floor and started to cry so much that a puddle formed in the room. I couldn't remember anything after that...

A few hours later...

Hoseok POV:
I have been watching over Danyal for over two hours yet I didn't really mind, there was something about her that reminded me of someone... Someone the guys must of spoken about. Her short brown hair shined in the slit of the curtain letting in the hint of light. I decided to leave the room for a bit leaving the scented room of roses and vanilla. Slowly closing the door, I had ran to my room which I shared with Yoongi. I dreaded leaving her alone after seeing her so sad and frail I felt to guilty leaving her alone again and I don't think Taehyung is doing well either... As I entered the double bedroom I saw all of my CDs still scattered across my bed like a few days ago. Passing them by without another glance to that mess I sat down at my desk checking that no one else could be in the room. Clear. Opening a drawer from my desk I saw the escapism of all my problems, my music set. None of the other guys believed that I could make good music but I still enjoy making it. I grabbed my bag and looked around the pockets looking for my notebook. It was black on the outside with swirls of white on top no one could notice yet on those swirls it spelt out my name. It wasn't here? I didn't take it out of my bag did I?
Let's retrace my steps, I came home after being in the common room doing some song-writing and then I came home on the 42 bus. Tapping my fingers against my chin I contemplate what happened next. It wasn't in my hands when I came into the house. My eyes widened at the sudden realisation of where it really was...
Taehyung and Danyal's room.

Danyal POV:
Fumbling around the king-sized bed, I couldn't find my way to the edge of it. Whilst finding my way around the sea of bedsheets I had accidentally kicked something off the bed. I froze in a pose that was most unladylike and looked to the side of me, I think it was a notebook? I had scrambled towards the end of the bed and looked over the edge to see that it was a notebook. Reaching for the black and white ring binder I had wondered whose it was. Could it be Taehyungie oppa's? No I think he'd want it more close to him or maybe some one left it by accident, yet I hope that person wouldn't mind me looking through it. I turned on the lamp on the side table and snuggled up in the duvet covers and opened the book. It was actually quite interesting, I never thought that someone in this house had such lyrical talent. Yet there was that one man... What was his name? All I could remember was that he had red hair a long face with defying cheek bones and always had a gazing brown eyes. Even though I didn't know him I wanted to and I felt like he knew why Taehyung wanted me because...

Why would he want me?

Jungkook POV:
"Taehyung are you sure you don't want to sit down?" I asked leaning for his arm. He brushed me off with a stern look on his face. He still can't understand that Danyal isn't like him. "Taehyung how about you at least eat something, you haven't eaten for hours." I asked sheepishly. He sighed and walked over to the kitchen and came out with a bowl of yesterday's Japchae and went upstairs to his room. He's probably going to check on Danyal. "He didn't even take any chopsticks." Namjoon said with a sigh, shaking his head.