"Park Jimin? He's innocent, kind, talented and owns a cáfe. What more can I say?" "Anything else? There must be something else!" She protested. "Umm.. He likes me."

'Yes, Jeon Jungkook is my husband. But, he isn't at the same time.'

"How do you fix a broken and removed piece?" He asked, unfazed as he stared into my eyes. "You pick up the other pieces and glue him up." "If only it was that easy." He sighed down.