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"Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken."

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We walked into the kitchen in silence. Well, until we heard Taehyung.

"Blogy! Where's my Blogy at?!" Taehyung screamed from upstairs and the pounding of feet running around was heard. Luckily I had already started to film, catching the peak of the chaos.

Don't reply. This isn't your vlog.

"She's down here!" Jin shouted, tossing sunglasses to Namjoon. "Jimin!"

"I'm almost done!" I heard his voice a few doors down.

"I'll be in the car!" Jungkook called out before leaving the dorm.

"I hope you all know that I will fight you for the front seat." I raised my voice, making sure everyone knew. I zoomed into Taehyung's dumbstruck face.

Crap. Don't talk!

"Whoever gets there first gets the seat!" Hoseok declared, feeling victorious.

"Nope." Jin tossed the keys in the air before catching them. "The front seat is now Minjee's designated seat."

"That's not fair!" Taehyung whined.

"I call middle!" Namjoon dashed out of the dorm, a yelling Taehyung following.

"Jimin!" Jin shouted, his hands on his hips as it was now only us three remaining.

"I'm just about there!" His cry echoed through the mostly silent house.

"You'd can go to the car." I turned off the camera and took off Jin's jacket. "I'll meet you there."

"Are you sure?" Jin took back his jacket and put it back on. "I can wait for him."

"Nah. I don't mind."

"Hurry up!" Jin shouted once more before smiling and taking his leave.

My phone vibrated continuously.

Tired of this, I finally took out my phone and looked to see who was messaging and calling me.

"###-###-####?" I thought aloud. "Why does that sound fami- Jiyoo!" I scrolled through the millions of text messages and 16 missed calls.

I had previously written down my new phone number on the note that I left her. She must be checking on me.

I called her back.

"ARE YOU ALIVE?" She screamed.

I grimaced as I moved the phone away from my ear.

Sometimes I love her. Sometimes I hate her.

"Yes, I'm alive." I sighed, rubbing my forehead, leaning against the wall.

"You had no trouble getting home? Everything was fine? Even without me?" Jiyoo spoke quickly.

I remembered the promise we made to each other years ago; Always tell each other the truth.

"No." I mumbled, staring at my bandaged hand.

"No?!" Jiyoo screeched. "What happened?" She asked, her voice leveling to a somewhat reasonable pitch.

You don't have to worry so much. It's fine. I'm fine

"This guy chased me and I fell on a few construction things. I bruised my stomach and cut my head and hand."

"Are you okay? Did you get it bandaged up good enough? You didn't lose a lot of blood, right?" Jiyoo interrogated me.