We started the photoshoot a week later due to some of the artists being out of the country, and my sister coming every day to stress Tae wasn't helping, until he asked to not let her in anymore.

As for Jin, he came occasionally and with every excuse he found. Spotting me at the break area, while I was drinking coffee when I went to get some equipment from the van. Even when I got out of the bathroom, pushing me in again to kiss me.

I was so damned hooked by him and his lips that Tae caught me a couple of times looking.

"Stop digging holes into that man." He told me.

"I wasn't," I told him slapping his arm.

"Sure, you're not." He said raising a brow.

One day as I was alone in the studio, Mom stormed in.

"You bitch. Are you so jealous of your sister that you tried to seduce her fiancé? I knew I had to abort you the day I found out I was pregnant." It wasn't something new for me, but still hurt.

See that I didn't react like expected, she went ballistic and started throwing me everything she came through.

The paperweight she threw last aimed at my face but I protected it with my hands.

As soon as the thing impacted my hands, I heard an ominous cracking sound coming from it. I knew that at least one finger was broken. "Know your place you worthless thing."

I called Jungkook to take me to the hospital, and when he came to pick me up found me crying for the pain. I didn't tell him it was all my Mom's doing. In the end, the broken fingers were three.

When TaeTae got home that evening, he saw my plastered hand and got angry because I didn't call him immediately. I knew he suspected that was my family's doing and tried to make me talk, unsuccessfully.

The coverage took us more than the expected, two months. At the end of the second month, we were done with our contract and were collecting our things, when Jin entered the room with Sun-Hee at his side. Again, I felt hurt but I shouldn't. What we were doing wasn't right.

I turned slightly, making sure my hand wasn't visible and bowed. He smiled apologetically like he also didn't want her there.

I turned back and continued to put away our stuff. I didn't want any fuss around me. TaeTae, Mini, and Kookie were enough.

Fate wasn't ok with it and set me up. One of the camera lenses fell and landed on my plastered hand, I let out a yelp.

A hand showed up out of nowhere, followed by Jin's worried voice. "Are you al..." He started to say stopping halfway after he saw my hand. "What the actual fucking hell happened to your hand." His voice was full of concern and sweet like honey.

"It's nothing, really," I said as he was lightly stroking my hand, placing feather kisses on my visible fingers. From the door frame, Sun-Hee clicked her tongue.

"Attention seeker."

"Shut up!" Jin scolded her. "Don't you see she's hurt! It's your sister for Pete's sake."

"You scoundrel, tell the truth, tell him you just did it yourself to be pitied." She said scornfully pulling my hair. Jin just death glared at her and she left.

"It's nothing serious. It heals in no time." I told him that was smoothing my ruffled hair.

He wasn't letting go and ordered ice to be brought immediately.

When we were left alone, he kissed me. "Now, tell me what happened."

"Nothing really, don't worry."

"Why I don't believe you?"

I smiled. "Jin?"

"Yes?" he answered without looking. He was still too busy with my hand.

"I think we should stop." He stilled for a second.

"No, the ice will help." He said not really listening.

"Not the ice, us." He lifts his gaze to me.

"Why?"

"Isn't it obvious? You are my sis fiancé."

"Does it matter?"

"Well, I think it does," I told him. "I don't want to be the third wheel." He sighed.

"What if I'm not alright with it?" I left that question unanswered.

When the ice came, he put it on my showing tip-fingers.

He seemed to understand but still kept in touch. I never answered tho.

All changed at his birthday party. In his eyes all the warmth was gone, only contempt was left. They were cold and blank when he looked at me. I didn't understand why at that time after I had other things that occupied my thoughts.

A few months after the party I started feeling unwell, my stomach started to get bigger and bigger like I was pregnant, and I got hemorrhagic episode out of my period. I was scared because my stomach hurt really bad. The doctor sent me to a specialist, suspecting something was off.

"Miss Na?" the nurse called.

"Yes." Getting up on trembling legs.

I entered the studio, not registering my surroundings.

"Nao?" The voice calling me seemed familiar. I focused on the doctor. It was Namjoon, Jin's brother.

"Namjoon Oppa?" I said surprised. "I didn't know you were the doctor," I said fearing he would look at me like Jin did, but he wasn't.

Through the examination, he confirmed my doctor's suspicions. I was diagnosed an ovary cancer, and we planned the treatment.

When I got the news, my brain stopped working. I didn't even realize I was crying until he gave me a tissue.

"I will notify your parents of the situation. You need someone to support you through all this."

"No, my parents no. I'm not part of that family anymore."

"What do you mean? You live with them, right? Sun-Hee told me." I shook my head in denial.

"I don't live with them since I was sixteen." At his puzzled face, I went on to tell him my story.

"I can't believe they did that." He said in disbelief. I just shrugged. "Who's your contact of emergency then?"

"Kim Taehyung and his family. They are the ones who took me in when I was kicked out."

"OK, please inform them. They'll have to support you."

"I will." He got up and came to me.

"I'm so sorry for your situation. If you told Hyung he would've broken the engagement. He likes you."

"I thought so too but I think he changed his mind." I got up and he hugged me.

As soon as I was out, I sent a text to Tae.

Nao: Taehyung, ask your parents to come to our home this weekend. Also, Jimin and Jungkook, tell them to not go out.

TAETAE: what's up? Did something happen? You never call me Taehyung unless something is going on.

Nao: sort of. I will tell you that day.

I shut off my phone and started wandering through the city. I wasn't interested in the life around me. I started crying hoping my tears would drown me.

Out of nowhere, a tissue came. I took it tanking the unknown person. "It's nothing." I looked up.

Hobi was there smiling but worried. "Nao, I don't know what's happened but I'm sure everything will be alright." He said caressing my back reassuringly.

He didn't know what I was going through, but just someone telling me that, was enough to make me stop crying.

The weekend came and our home was filled with anxiety, mostly on my part. The other was curious about what I was going to say. We were waiting for Mini to arrive.

When he arrived, he sat with the others. "So, what's the news?"

I took a deep breath and started. It was useless to beat about the bush. "I have ovary cancer." All their faces drooped and TaeTae and his mom started to cry, but I'll go on.

I explained all that I must do, the treatment, and so on. Kookie was stroking TaeTae's back.

I was almost finished and their face mirrored mine, I knew. "Next week I'll start the chemotherapy."

TaeTae parents got up to hug me, while he was crying in Kook's arms. Jimin was at a loss for words, streaming tears from desperate eyes.

He got near snitching me from the hug, he cupped my face and looked at me. "We...we are here for you. Every...will be all right." Between hiccups, he hugged me tight. "I'll come with you..."

"No," TaeTae said getting free of JK's hug. "I'll go with her."

I was happy with their words but didn't want anyone with me. "Thanks, but no. I'll go alone." I told them with my 'no buts' tone.

They knew that it was useless to try to convince me otherwise. "Now I want to stay alone for a bit." I got out of home and went to a nightclub. I needed a drink.

I ended up at Hobi's Club and started drinking and dancing and flirting and drinking again. "Nao? What are you doing here?" someone asked me. I turn to see who talked.

"Joonie!!!!" I screamed hugging him. "I'm so happy to see you." And kissed him.

He was startled for a second, then broke the kiss. "Why did you do that?"

I shrug "Just feel like it. Why you didn't like it? Are you, perhaps, into boys?" I ask pouting with puppy eyes.

"No...yeah...no...yeah. Aish, that's not the point. You shouldn't, Jin's here."

"Booooooring. I don't care. My life is over anyway. I want to have fun."

"Your life's not over I can..." I shush him.

"If you don't want to have fun with me, you can leave me the mother fuck alone. I'm tired of being the good girl."

"Namjoon Oppa?" Sun-Hee calls for him.

"Oh, the princess of the house is here too," I speak, doing curtsey.

I gulp from my glass and spay it on her. "Fuck you bitch. You don't even imagine how fucking much I hate you. You're the very reason my life sucks. I wish you were me. You stupid bimbo."

She runs away, "Bravo, go cry to Jin. Don't forget to tell him how well you treated me. Bitch."

In fact, after a minute, he came to me. "Why did you spray your sister." He asks me angrily.

I blink innocently. "I don't fucking care. She is a harpy." I circled his neck and pulled him down to me. "And you're so sexy when angry, you know." And I kissed him.

At first, he responded but after a minute he shoved me on the ground pressing on my stomach. I silently hiss.

"Are you crazy?" Namjoon yells at his brother, crouching to me. "She's ill..." I slap Namjoon. I know he isn't at fault, but I don't care. I want to scream, cry, laugh, and jump off a bridge just to make the misery of my life stop. I was drunk, at that moment and I could do everything I don't dare to do otherwise.

My eyes got teary and I stood up. "All of you losers ruined my night. Adios."

I left the club staggering and started roaming through the street until I came across a bridge. I climbed the fence and sat on the rail, looking at the water flowing under it.

Suddenly a car stopped near me. "Nao! come down I'll take you home." Jimin said.

"MINI!!! Come sit with me." He didn't move.

I felt my hand slip and a pair of arms hugging my waist pulled me down on the concrete.

I sat on the ground and pouted like a baby. "I want to jump off the bridge. Why did you pull me down? I don't want to live like this anymore."

He shivers and takes me up by force. "Don't you dare to make this kind of joke!"

"I'm not joking my life sucks. God hates me, the man I love hates me, and my family hates me, what's the next disaster that awaits me? What should I live for? Just let me jump off, all your life will be better without me."

"That's not your family. We are, and we love you." He told putting me in the car and fastening my seatbelt. "And just for the record, my life would be miserable without you. I love you; I always loved you." Kissing my lips.

"Liar, you're a fuckboy. Girls just need to breathe and open their legs, for you to fuck them."

"Have you ever noticed that all those girls look like you?" To tell the truth, I noticed that all those girls looked the same, but never guessed they looked like me. In fact, they were all beautiful, unlike me.

He closed the door and got in the driver's seat. "Just think about being with me please."

"I'm sorry," I said laying my head on the windows.

The next days, I walked around like a ghost. Even when we were at work, leaving Tae practically alone in the studio. I couldn't concentrate on anything or anyone.