Mina is a young 15 year old girl, who has always wanted a family. Her past wasn't terrible, but wasn't the best either.
She was still waiting for someone to come and adopt her, foster her, really anything at this point. She only has a few more year...
'Do you need help with those?' My father asked me, as I continued to take my bags from the car. I shook my head lightly, as I held each one up. My father nodded, as he continued towards his apartment building, opening the doors for me.
I walked behind him, all the way up to his apartment. He opened the door to let me in, and I hurriedly walked in, placing my bags by the door.
'I'll just show you your room.' My father said, as he walked further into his apartment. I remember him telling me it was a two bedroom apartment, so there were no worries as to where I would be staying.
I followed behind him, until he stopped in front of a door. He opened it up, and let me go in first. I walked in, as I began to look around at the space. It was smaller than my old room, but it does look rather cozy-
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'It looks really nice, and cozy. Thank you!' I said to my father, as I looked towards him, showing a small smile. My father smiled back, as he began to speak up.
'You can take in your bags, and I'll give you a bit of time to get organised.' He said, as I nodded in reply. I walked out of the room after him, and rushed to grab my bags.
I took them in hand, and walked back to my room. I had to search about a little bit, so find a place to put everything. But in the end, I didn't have many belongings, so it wasn't too difficult.
I sat down on my bed, as I looked around the room. This is where I'll be staying from now on. I wonder how the others are doing....
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Jin P.O.V.
'I think we should leave it. I mean, you never know whether or not Mina will come back.' I said to Namjoon, as I heard him sigh loudly in relief. 'You okay?'
'Yeah....' Namjoon replied, as he sighed loudly again, and took a seat on the closest chair available.
'No, you're not.' I replied, as I sat down beside him.
'No, I'm not.' Namjoon agreed, as he held his head in his hands.
'What's bothering you?' I asked, hoping Namjoon would finally say something. It's been three days now, since Mina left, and Namjoon's been so quiet. Any time I, or anyone at all really, asks him if he's okay, he always says the same thing.
'I'll be okay, don't worry.' Namjoon said, again. He says that each time, thinking we'd believe him.
'Namjoon, you're not okay. Tell me what's the matter, please.' I said, as I held onto his hand. Namjoon looked up at me, making eye contact for the first time today.
