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{SUGA'S FPOV}

As soon as I arrived at my grandma's house in Daegu, I rushed inside to meet her. Wrinkles on her face, and white-silver hair showing how old she was. I found the old woman peacefully sleeping on her king sized bed, eyes shut with no breathing problems.

I smiled after I approached her, kissing her cold palm hands and softly greeted, "I'm here." My grandma carefully open her eyes, all I could see was her everlasting beauty in her 80s. "Yoongi. I missed you," she said with her cracked voice, her rough hands which used to harshly hit my mother's face softly brush my cheeks.

"I missed you too." I said, my fingers stroking her hair, then softly wiped her wet cheeks from unrealized tears. "Did you come here alone?" I nodded, then intertwined my hands with hers. "I'm gonna stay until you're in a better shape."

She sighed. "What for? I'm gonna be like this for the rest of my life. I'm too old, Yoongi. I give up already. It's not like I have cancer, but I just- I'm not even strong enough to stand up. Just, let me be, don't worry, I'm fine, don't be sorry, I'm okay." She chuckled in bitterness. I insisted, "But, hey, won't you still let me sleep here for some while? I just want to take care of you."

"There's no need of taking care for me too much. I have a nurse, just take your rest. Just for your information, I just need someone to talk with, not a caretaker, " her voice stabilized. "Thank you," she thanked me. I just smiled and answered, "I love you." I kissed her nose, after a while her eyes were closed again, then I tip toed to my room upstairs of the damn huge mansion.

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I looked up to the sky from my balcony, wondering if we were actually watching to the same dark night. My grandma was asleep and no one else was actually here, until that loneliness just drenched me in tears of blue.

Stargazing did help me as a kid, and that grew up as my soul became older each day. The beautiful sparkling silver stars and everlasting shine from planets surrounded my feelings with a bit of relief from my actual pain. The golden shine from the moonlight brushing my face with grayish dust carried by the soft wind.

The dreamcatcher hung from the ceilings softly move along the wind. My hands tightened on the railings, a forced smile formed on my lips. I gulped in fear, slowly wiping my tears from my swollen eyes away. Still, nothing could push the thought about him that night.

Low volume music echoed from my bedroom, while I was on the balcony, crying. The full moon was so bright that night, it lit up my whole dark room, my white bedsheets reflected all the light. My unsteady heartbeat and unstable breath, I felt unsafe.

I spoke finally with my cracked voice, "Dear moon, I found him."