As I made my way to the next class, I let my eyes wander over the swarm of chattering students, the guys running and pushing each other playfully, others were avoiding crashing against the lockers. I had to duck an arm swung right in my direction by a wild Hoseok, and hop over a fallen body on the ground, which happened to be Namjoon, the lone victim of the former's flying limbs. I watched as every student enjoyed a few minutes of freedom before the next class starts.

The beautiful chaos around me drowned my loneliness, giving me a moment to reprieve, to breathe, to smile genuinely. In its subtle way, it reminded me of how great it is to be alive.

It's been a year without her by my side. It's been difficult, confusing, hurting.

My Emily.

I cannot count by my fingers and toes how many times I snuck up on windows when the girls are home alone, sleeping with different ones every night, making up lame excuses to break up the next day, and do the same routine over and over. For a year, I've been distracting myself with multiple affairs but I wasn't satisfied.

My body's desires may be fulfilled, but my heart was still empty.

I've been starving for love that only Emily can give. I miss her. But I still have air in my lungs, so I must endure it, drowning in sorrow and loneliness.

I was only beginning to enjoy the atmosphere when my mind decided to toy with me. I should have gotten used to this kind of disturbance, because I've been living with it for almost a year now.

My heart stammered as a cool breeze wafted a sweet honeysuckle fragrance in the air.

A scent my heart knows too well. A scent that I terribly miss. A scent that calmed me, but scares me at the same time.

To add salt to the wound, a familiar lock of hair being blown in the wind caught my eyes. I started to feel dizzy causing me to lose balance and crash into someone in the hallway. I mumbled a sorry to the unfortunate soul I bumped and continued to follow the owner of the long black hair.

I had to skip three steps at a time to go up the stairs, wishing I could catch up faster, but as I reached the upper floor, I was greeted by another set of noisy crowd, losing sight of my target. I looked left and right, but I couldn't find her. I must be losing my mind. Or probably just the lack of sleep wearing me out.

The bell rang and I reluctantly walked towards the room at the far end.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to calm myself. I leaned against the wall to support myself.

"Hey, Yoongi, you okay?" Jimin asked as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "You look like a lost lamb. Is something wrong?"

Pamting, I turned to the younger male, giving him a weak smile. "I'm fine. I just... I don't know. I caught a whiff of that perfume she used to love. I think I saw her too..."

He looked at me. His eyes were full of worries, "Do you mind skipping classes? Mine is History right now, incredibly boring. We can grab something in the cafeteria or-"

"No, no. I'm okay, really. Don't worry. I can't let you skip anyways, your mom will kill me if you fail."

He chuckled. "Alright. Well, I guess you should go into your room now, I'll get to class then. See you later."

"Yeah, thanks, Jimin."

As I let myself in, he peeked inside to see if Jin was there. When he spotted the older male, Jimin gave me a last look and headed down to the ground floor for his class.

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Jimin's POV

I quickly made my way down the stairs to History class, my thoughts still on Yoongi.

"Late again, Park Jimin. One more, and you're going to have to make an incident report stating the reasons for your lates," the teacher said.

"Yes, Mr. Yan. It won't happen again."

I went to take my seat next to Taehyung, and dropped my bag on the floor.

"Where have you been?" He hissed. "One moment I was talking to you about the bean sprouts I ate this morning, the next thing I knew you went out of sight. Don't worry, I won't let you eat them, because they were rotten for-"

"I'm worried about Yoongi. I think he's having hallucinations again," I cut him off. I don't want to hear anything about his spoiled sprouts.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later after we finish here. We have to report this to the others as well-"

"Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, not paying attention in class. My office this afternoon." Mr. Yan yelled angrily.

Taehyung threw his pen at me.

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Yoongi's POV

Time seemed to stand still. I was beginning to regret not ditching the afternoon subjects.

Maybe I needed to get out. Now. The air was suffocating, my chest tightening. I got up from my chair in the middle of the lecture, sprinted to the hallways and down the stairs.

That scent again. I stopped dead in my tracks.

My vision was blurring, I wanted to vomit.

I tried to follow it, running like a mad man in the corridors. I have to know. I just want to know. The distinctive smell was getting stronger....

Emily, is it you? Please, I want to see you...

As I turned to the corner leading to the stairs, I tripped on my own feet, and the last thing I remembered was hitting my head hard on the balcony and landing on top of a human before I completely passed out.