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The sounds faded out as I closed the door of the car, feeling relieved than ever as I slid into comfort of finally entering a familiar place. I know Mori feels the same too as she buckled the seatbelt and held the straps with her fingers, evidently breathing deeply. "I can't believe we did that." She said after a while of silence. "Me either. That was the scariest hour of my life." I breathed out, not realizing that I've been restricting so much air to myself. "But hey... we finally did it." Mori reached my hand and squeezed it, a warm smile slowly forms in her lips.

The trunk closing startled us a bit as we noticed Taehyung and Jiro shoving some boxes of decorations into it. "You didn't wait long did you?" Taehyung asked prepping himself into the driver's seat, Jiro followed inside handing Mori and me ice creams in a cup. "Thanks." I timidly said.

As the car engine started, Taehyung asked us how we were feeling with today's trip. "It was fine. I just don't think I can't last another hour longer out there." I answered honestly. "Yeah, but it did help a bit. Thank you, for today, Sir."

Taehyung smiled not bothering to protest Mori's stubborness of calling him formally even after countless attempts of telling her to call him by his first name.

I stared into the front view and noticed two cars looking familiar, with carplates looking similar. Those must be Taehyung's bodyguard for sure. And that was proven right as the two winded into the private road heading to his property. The ice cream had gotten my legs damp before I could finish it and the car turnee into a halt. The familiar haunted squeak of the rusted wooden gates opened and the cars slowly paraded inside one by one.

Mori helped herself out of the car before her brother could open it. She hated being babied, especially when it comes to her overly protected brother. "I'm fine really." She nagged and helped bring some of the lighter boxes inside with her brother. However, as the door beside me opened, I did not realize how spaced out I am until the salt laced air crept into my bare arms. "What's the matter?" Taehyung gently asked, so gentle, it almost sounded like a whisper. "I..." I trailed off. What's the matter really? I asked myself. But even I don't know the answer to that. There are days, that even your own feelings will become a stranger and that's okay, at least that's what the therapist said. Plus the medications, it must be the medications.

"Hm?" His gentle voice brought me back to reality again, his right hand caressing my cheeks prying me to look up to him.

"I can't finish my ice cream." Was all I could say to keep him from worrying. He chuckled and took the ice cream from my lap and finished it in two scoops before leaning down and kissing my forehead. "Let's go now, it's getting cold." He assisted me. "Just one minute." He muttered and walked around the car pulling some boxes with him from the trunk. "Let me help you with that." I insisted and pulled two boxes from him which I know contains Christmas balls and garlands. "Thank you." He said politely pulling one big box out then closing the trunk with a thud.

We went to the main house where all of them gathered. "Ya, I told you not to put too much salt in there. Aigoo you never learn." Jin's voice echoed through the living room very clearly as if the house wasn't very wide and spacious. Jungkook must have been messing with his hyungs again. Namjoon came out from the kitchen shaking his head, his eyes meeting with Taehyung then he gestured a nod, a signal of some sort. The box made a gente thud onto the cold tiled floor while taking the boxes from my arms putting them on top of the bigger box. Namjoon smiled at me then proceeded to go outside. "Eunseo, you stay here for awhile and wait for the Christmas trees to arrive. They will call anytime soon on the telephone then you can tell Jungkook to get it. I need to assist Namjoon hyung with something, okay?" Taehyung held my shoulders reassuringly, tracing small circles from time to time.

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