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She doesn't understand any of it, why? She asks. Of all people? And why? Just why?

She figured out that she moved on from Yoongi, but she's falling again. It doesn't feel right for her, it is stupid.

"Junghyun will be here with his children, dinner's ready." Jungkook said when he came inside the room. "I'll wake Jeongsan up, hey buddy. Wakey wakey, your uncle is arriving with your cousins. You're excited to meet them right? Come on, get up." Jeongsan stretched his arms. "Come on." Dahyun tapped his tummy, Jeongsan flipped over and hugged his mom. "Get up." She rubbed his back. "Come." Jungkook approached them and get Jeongsan from bed. "Hey, family." Mrs. Jeon came in. "Are you okay, dear? Here's my special porridge for you." Mrs. Jeon placed a bed tray on the bed. "Mrs. Jeon I—" Jungkook went out with Jeongsan. "Stay healthy and don't be sick, if you need help with Jeongsan I could go with you in Seoul."

"I-I am fine, Mrs. Jeon. Thank you." Mrs. Jeon smiled. "I wish you could go out for dinner to meet Jeongsan's cousins." Dahyun thought about it, It's good that Mrs. Jeon thinks she's sick because she doesn't belong to them and she's not supposed to join them on dinner."

"Go ahead, I am fine. Thank you for the food." Dahyun smiled. "Enjoy, rest well." Mrs. Jeon caressed her hair before leaving. Dahyun cleared her throat and stared at the porridge.

"I'm sorry about earlier." Jungkook came back. "I mean... what I said about you, I thought there's something going on between you and Taehyung."

"We all make judgements, it's okay. I know, you don't have to." Dahyun explains.

But the truth, she's always hurt. Always hurt from the person she doesn't know, she's always with just because of Jeongsan. She has to feel it for her son, but as long as she's around him, she feels really different and weird from her. Is it really weird or she just want to deny that she's feeling what she never felt for anyone even from Yoongi, she felt a little of it from the past and she's thankful it didn't grow, but why does it grow now? She wants to run away.

"What's wrong?" She didn't noticed that Jungkook sat on the bed beside her. "N-nothing." She looked at him, she's here just because she needs to be with Jeongsan. She want to give him happiness for him, not for her. That's when she just realized. "I have to—"

She was cut off.

When Jungkook attached his lips to hers. She didn't hesitate to push him away from her, she was so shocked, her feelings were trying to get mixed up again. "I am not the that person you think I am." She said before turning her head around. "I know you aren't." He said but Dahyun  got off the bed and went to the bathroom.










After hearing the door closing she got out, and she heard how happy the people outside were during dinner. She finished the food and slowly got out of the bedroom, thankful that no one's in the kitchen so she washed the bowl and anything that was in the sink before going back inside the bedroom. She was waiting for them to finish dinner but Dahyun suddenly felt sleepy and drove to sleep.









Dahyun was woken up by her phone ringing. She was too sleepy to get up, thinking she had a dream, a bad dream. She woke up and answered the phone. ("I've been trying to call you many times, Ms. Kim. You told me that when something happens, I would call you first. I was about to call Mr. Jeon.")

"Youngjae???" She got up. ("Two foreign people went here at the hospital. They're claiming to be Ms. Emily's family and they were talking to the doctors and staffs saying they are taking her. The doctors agreed with it and they are getting Ms. Emily out of the hospital.")

"They what???" Dahyun walked back and forth. "I'm in Busan right now." She hang up. "Shoot." She grabbed her things and went out of the room. "Just tell them, I'll be back soon." He saw Jungkook and Mrs. Jeon. "Oh, you're up. Going somewhere?" Mrs. Jeon asked. "Y-yes, uhm I am going back to Seoul. Something came up, uhm... I-I have to go." She panicked and ran outside. "Dahyun, wait!"

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