There is only one person that can save Taehyung's life!
Will they find that person in time?
Obviously, it goes without saying that all of the events are fictional and I do not own any of the characters involved or images posted.
This story has angst...
Charlie is sitting at home after a long day at work. The laundry pile has been increasing so much in the last few days, that she persuades herself that it needs to be done tonight because the rest of the week she will busy putting in more hours at work as the shop will receive more merchandise from the new collection. She has already taken a glimpse of the articles that will arrive shortly and took notes on what to put aside for Taehyung.
As she is folding the clothes on the kitchen table, she watches her two kids playing in the living room. The two girls are the spitting image of their father. "That's my doll, Jia!" Moon starts to scream, yanking the doll out of her sister's hand. "No, Tata is mine today, you can have Chimmy." The youngest protests in a loud voice. "Hey, girls! No fighting," Charlie warns them from the kitchen however they do not stop their bickering. "I said no fighting!" Charlie shouts louder. The two girls stop immediately, looking at her mum. "How about you let Jia play with Tata for an hour and then you switch?" Charlie suggests to the oldest. "She is using English, you better agree." The youngest tells her sister in a low voice but loud enough for Charlie to hear. "Okay, mummy." The oldest replies with a smile as if they have not just been fighting a minute ago. As Charlie continues to fold the girls' clothes, she hears the news on the television that is playing in the background.
"One of the members of the biggest K-pop group needs your help. After being admitted to the hospital a few days ago,"
"Tata does not speak like that," Moon yells at the youngest. "Girls!" Charlie raises her voice again. "Sorry mummy." Both girls apologized to her.
"Annyeonghaseyo, my name is RM and I am the leader of BTS. As you all know by now our member V needs your help. I beg you to get tested in your nearest hospital as he needs a transfusion as soon as possible."
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Charlie's blood starts to boil as she marches over to the television to turn it off. Charlie hates to watch television so much because everything only revolves around these famous people with all the dramas.
After carrying the girls to bed, she starts to put away the folded clothes. As she is about to hang her shirts in her wardrobe when her eyes wander to the last remaining piece of clothing she has from Ji-wong. It's already eighteen months but it feels like yesterday, that she stood in the rain, her two girls next to her, holding her hands as they said goodbye to her husband in the cemetery.
The news from earlier came back to her mind and anger starts to rise inside her again. If her husband would have been famous maybe he would have gotten the chance to stay longer with them. Charlie recalls the day clearly when she sat in the hospital, crying her eyes out as the doctor let her husband know that it was only a matter of weeks before he would pass away if they were not able to find a matching donor for his failing liver.
