Months had passed. Suga hadn't come by again. At least, not that she could tell. Rapmon avoided her and everyone else was still pissed. She sat on the floor with her legs pulled to her chest. She looked at the picture in front of her. His mother was so pretty. Nari wondered what she had been thinking about. She sighed and put the picture back up and sat down on the floor again. She stared at nothing and went into a trance-like state. This was the only time anything felt okay. When she couldn't feel anything at all. She traced circles on the floor with her finger absently. She was vaguely aware of voices on the other side of the door. She didn't really care what they were saying anymore, she had stopped listening. They might be arguing with Rapmon, or talking about a TV show. It was a never ending circle of anger and fighting. Struggling, but never doing anything. She didn't care anymore. At this point, she could lose her arms and it wouldn't matter. Then, a very clear, familiar, beautiful voice echoed in her mind.
"Back off!"
She jumped up and slowly, painstakingly cracked the door open. She wasn't noticed. There he was. He was close enough to touch. She kept her composure. She had to wait for the opportune moment.
"I came for Jin! Not you! Not any of you!" Suga yelled trying to push past Rapmon, Jimin, and J-Hope. All three were yelling different things at him and at each other. Finally, Suga backed away and began to leave.
"Just tell Jin I was here. I'm not dealing with-" before anybody noticed her. Before anyone could react. Before he could finish speaking. Before he could leave. She grabbed his arm like a vise, and wrenched him into their room, slamming the door shut. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. She didn't care what he said. She didn't even look at his face to see his reaction. She just held him. He was here. He came back. Even if not for her. She wasn't going to let him go. Not again. Not ever.
He was stiff beneath her and he didn't move. She sobbed into his neck and held him tightly. He was barely breathing. She didn't care. She just wanted to hold him. Her mangled heart swelled with happiness. He smelled so wonderful. He felt so wonderful. He was so wonderful. He didn't make any move to remove her, so she held on. She held on for dear life. After a while, her sobs subsided and she just held him silently. Finally, reluctantly, she let him go. As soon as her arms were back at her sides, he whisked around and reached for the door. She grabbed his wrist and wrenched him back with all her strength. He stumbled back and she darted in front of him blocking the door.
"You can't leave!" She pleaded.
"I can do whatever I want!" He began to advance. She backed up until her back was against the door, but he kept moving forward.
"You can't leave." She repeated.
"Who's stopping me?" He growled, slamming his hand next to her head, with a loud bang that shook the door. His face was dark and stormy. He was tense with fury. But his eyes were blank. She couldn't see anything in them. That's what was scary.
For the first time, she was afraid of him.
