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The moment you realise you are happy and eventually the moment will pass.

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It was Sunday. The sun was shining over the dull area making the ice melt and form small puddles which reflected the sky. The rays entered the room unwelcomed through the windows, providing extra heat to the apartment. Despite the sun being out the cold was also present, slyly numbing the humans who happened to be outside.

Nari laughed sincerely after a long time finding the show amusing. Taehyung whispering how cute she was in her ears, giving her a peck again. Jungkook pretended to vomit only to have Sora beat him with a pillow. After last night she had felt safe and secure once again, like the storm had ended and the sun had come out, followed by the surviving birds chirping telling them it was safe.

She got up making Taehyung whine about the lack of her presence. Sora got up following her to give her some help in the kitchen. The two girls giggled like sirens who had found their prey, preparing their revenge on the boys who had pranked them a few weeks before. They watched as the two boys drank their drink only to spit it out, coughing over the heat their tongues felt. The girls laughed at the two boys running to the sink to cool down their tongues with a glass of water.

Taehyung tackled Nari to the ground, tickling her sides. Her laughter filled the apartment, a laugh so pure and true that no one could expect the sadness and troubles she had faced. Her eyes formed crescents as tears of bliss trickled down her cheeks. She was happy.

As she huddled under the blanket with the others to keep warm, she realised she was happy. She realised that after many days of sorrow, tears and pain she was feeling joy. A feeling she thought she had forgotten. Her hands clung to Taehyung's squeezing them slightly as if to make sure this was all real. That this wasn't a dream.

Her body felt warm, relieved that she was no longer in pain. Her heartbeat began to beat faster out of excitement that she was not in pain, that she was finally happy. However she couldn't deny the feeling down in her stomach where the butterflies tingled. Just like the feeling every Sunday bought, the reminder that the next day was Monday. Monday the dreaded day where the peace of the weekend ended and the tiresome usual routine would begin.