"You're an actual fucking idiot," Nanami grumbled, shaking her head. I could see the anger in her, the frustration, and the motherly sadness that she carried then. "An unbelievable idiot." Min Yoongi had sighed, "I get it." Nanami shook her head, "I've seen many idiots in my time but none like you." He said, "Thank you for the insight."

I was trying not to cry. Forced to sit on the couch, water in my hand, Nanami looked over with sad eyes. As I looked at her, my eyes went to Min Yoongi who desperately ached for my attention. When I gave it to him, he said, "I am. I'm the biggest idiot." Then, when Nanami glared, he only continued, "I'm so fucking sorry. Please—" Then he came to grab me, hold me, kiss me. I left my water and ran upstairs into my room.

"Please just leave." My voice had wavered.

Nanami sighed, watching me leave. With sad eyes, she looked towards Yoongi who looked defeated and broken. "I'm trying so hard not to yell. I would, but I don't want to scare the poor girl I just met while crying? Really? Min Yoongi, really?"

"I know I fucked up okay?" he snapped. I heard it from upstairs. "I know that I've probably lost her for good. I know it. I do."

"You haven't los—"

"Just take care of her for me," his voice was soft. Gentle. I heard his feet moving towards the exit.

"Min Yoongi come back here right now!"

"Please let her know I'm sorry. She already knows bu—"

"You little fucking sh—"

"Tell her I love her."

"I can't just stay here with her, I'm staying at a friend's hou—"

The door slammed. Nanami sighed.

That's the last I heard. Running to my room, jumping on my bed. Crying. When the beautiful woman came to check on me, I didn't care for boundaries as I hugged her. And she stayed. She stayed that night with me.

The next day, I was alone. Nanami came back with flowers, chocolate, ice cream and a home-cooked meal she, "Stole from her friend's place." When I asked her who this friend was, she smirked and said, "Don't worry about it." I knew it was Yoongi's cooking from the way he always used to present it. Smiling tight, I ate it on the condition that she'd join me. Nanami did.

The day after that, Nanami didn't come. I assumed she was with Min Yoongi. My curiousity begged me to call her...to call him. I didn't. I distracted myself with work.

The next day, Nanami was back. With hesitancy I asked her, "Where were you yesterday?" My casual didn't speak for causal. Nanami grinned to herself, eyes teasing and said, "Why? Want to know what your husband was up to?" I shook my head fast and adorable. "No, not at all!"

The day after that, Nanami didn't come again.
The next day, Nanami still didn't come.

It wasn't until after 2 days, where she knocked on my door with ice cream. When she sat on the couch beside me, with soft eyes I asked, "How is he?" Nanami smiled, eyes narrowing, "You're admitting that you miss him now?" I pursed my lips, hugged a cushion and said, "I don't have to hide that I do. I love him..." She smiled and said, "He's worried about you." I nodded, nibbling on my bottom lip.

The day after that, Nanami was mad. "Can you two just come together and sort it out?" I felt the back of my throat clog. "I can't," I said broken. "Why not?" she asked. "I can't look at him without thinking about what he did. Terin out of all people...? I just—his hypocrisy." The conversation ended before it could even start up again.

Nanami didn't come for two more days. I got six chapters done. I could have gotten ten, but the Tupac poster I had hung up in my room only reminded me of Yoongi. So only six. I only did six.

When Nanami came the last day, two things happened. Two critical things.

One: When my lips pouted, and my shoulders sulked she read my mind saying, "He's constantly asking about you too." I say, "I wasn't going to ask about him." Nanami rolls her eyes, smiling light, "Sure you weren't." Then I ask, "Are his songs coming along?" Nanami shakes her head, clears her throat and whispers, "He's been crying. So, no. No songs for now." That breaks me, my mouth wide and my eyes soft. "He's crying?"

  Two: While in awe, Nanami slips, "You know that friend I'm staying with?" I snap out and hum. Nanami smiles and says, "She's having a party at her house. Classy yet casual. Come?" I purse my lips, "I don't think I should." Nanami rubs my arms, "Please? I don't want to dance alone...and besides, we've got to bond past me bringing you food all the time." She laughs. I think about it. When she smiles large, cocks her head and acts cute, I sigh in defeat and nod. "Okay," I say while she squeals to hug me.

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V. ]

The day after my parents and Nanami's return, I didn't hear from my friend. I assumed she was with you, helping and bonding with you, so I didn't bother her. Instead, with crying eyes and a brave spine, I met baby Kennah. I held him in my arms, smiled large and meant it. "I'm your Uncle," I said, seeing the small pretty face. The boy held my finger with his small hand. I died of cuteness, only to later die again when Namjoon squeezed me for a hug.

The next day, Nanami came to the dorm. She greeted the boys. The older ones knew of her, hugged her, and cracked jokes. The younger boys eyed her like she was a new specimen. I took her into a hug and we stayed there for a while. "I'm sorry for yelling when I saw you yesterday," she said by my shoulder. "I deserved it...no matter what circumstance, it's always nice seeing you." She bit my shoulder hard in response.

The day after that, she didn't come. I was brooding so I'm glad she didn't. Working, streaming, and trying to get my head in the game, I couldn't. I cried for a long while by myself only to later find the courage and visit Hoseok in the hospital. When I went in, he saw me and smiled. I jumped for a hug right away and he laughed at my shoulder confused. "Never have you given me a hug like this...?" "I'm just glad you're alright," I said, smiling and tearing up.

I showed Nanami around the city under disguise the next day. When I dropped her to her friend's house, she looked and me and asked, "Are you ever going to go back home?" "That won't help, she'll only kick me out," I said slow, jaw clenching. "Go on your knees, beg...I don't know, be patient and persistent—but don't just give up entirely!" "Maybe this is all for the best," I sighed, eyes shutting with a sad smile, "She deserves better than me."

The day after that, I smiled more. Nanami met the children. She bought presents. We played with the new born while Namjoon caught up on sleep. I played with Yeri who was smiling large again. Just like old times.

The next day, Nanami didn't come again.
The day after that, Nanami still didn't come.

It wasn't until after 2 days where she knocked on my dorm door and jumped on my grumpy-self. "Up up!" she yelled into my ear. I pushed her off me, cuddled more into my sheets. "No," I said stubborn. "Get up! We're going to go buy your wife something," she said. "No, she'd just throw it back in my face," I said. Nanami rolled her eyes and I saw from the ways my eyes grouchily peeked. "Up with your dramatic ass, we've got to win her heart back." "And how is that?" I asked, bored. Nanami smirked. "Just trust me on this one," she said cunning.

The day after the shopping, I was in a mood. Nanami came to see me work and saw disaster. I was crying, having a break down. Every time a beat sounded shit, I threw papers, shoved chairs, slammed piano keys. Nanami got teary eyed when I punched at a wall and sunk to the ground. "I can't fucking focus," I said, hands holding my face, knees to my chest. When I stop trying to be strong and finally cried with another around me, Nanami eventually sunk to the ground beside me and I buried my tears into her long hair.

When Nanami came the last day, two things happened. Two critical things.

One: In the evening when I'm finally working, Nanami interrupts and says, "She loves you, I can see it in her face." I ignore, focusing on my music. With a sigh, my friend goes, "She keeps asking about you." I ignore her again but there's a flutter at my chest. I'm trying not to think about you. If I do, I no longer focus. Nanami sighs, leans onto the table I work on. Seeing me write, she says, "You two will end up together, have babies, and live happily ever after. I know it." My pen stops at that, I look up, swallow hard, then look back down.

Two: When she sees me writing again, she slaps her hand on the ink and dramatically coos, "You're coming to a party with me." I say, "No I'm not." She says, "Yes big boy, you are." I roll my eyes. What she says next makes me accidentally scribble on my sheet. "Your wife will be there. Sexy, beautiful, and ready to be swept off her feet. So yes...you're coming and you're making her officially yours."

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V. END ]

[ NANAMI'S P.O.V. ]

When I got yes from both, I went behind their back and did one last thing. Okay, maybe TWO last things.

One: I casually invited the rest of Bangtan. When I said, "Come without Yoongi. Don't tell him you're coming," Hoseok, alive and now at home asked, "Why?" I looked at all the curious and confused faces and smirked, "You'll find out when you get there."

Two: The morning of the party, with an evil smirk, I got to my friend's house. She shook her head but smiled anyway. "The things I do for you," she sighed while helping me carry supplies. We went into her large backyard, walked to the ends of the fence and opened her deserted shed. Setting down boxes, my hands went to my hips and I said, "Let's get these two back together."

And thus, the party began it's start.

[ NANAMI'S P.O.V. END ]