TAE POV:

My ears perk up and stiffen. The sound of knees colliding with the carpet in the apartment over unable to be muffled or lost in the silence that had fallen as (Y/N) had backtracked out of the room, looking so crestfallen and scared as she'd left- a flash of inexplicable relief crossing her features as she'd nodded, eagerly seizing the opportunity that Namjoon hyung had perhaps unknowingly offered up. And yet there had also been grief on her face, clinging to her body, making it sink and curve in with a deep exhaustion and her legs trembling. It made my instincts ache to want to hold her, help her even if I didn't truly know her- her vulnerability tugging at my heartstrings, imploring for help and guidance and comfort. Something I instinctively wanted to give but couldn't. 

"Hyung she..." I begin, feeling my tail sag against the cushion, limp and ears wilting, even as the sound of the slightly distant thud echoes in my head.

The others look physically pained and torn. All of them sporting different levels and expressions of distress and need. But none able to act on them.

And Hobi hyung is already jerking towards the sound, standing to move past Jiminie who stops him with a firm grip on his hand, face looking equally torn but giving a shake of his head.

"She needs a bit of space hyung. Let her settle." He says as though it pains him.

And the small, discontented growling rumble that seeps into the air comes accompanied with the sharp tinge of pheromones, a deep bitter nuttiness that makes my nose wrinkle. Hobi hyung has rarely ever gotten riled up to this extent, that it affects his scent.

To see him so visibly distressed and instincts raring to the surface wasn't only rare but it was enough to have the need to soothe my distressed Hobi hyung all safe and content and bundled up between me and Yoongi hyung. It seemed like his instincts were pushed to the surface a lot these days, more frequently too.

And now suddenly it all formed a complete picture. All those jigsaw pieces sliding into place. All the dots being connected.

His worry for (Y/N) had been causing his scent to sharpen and turn bitter and sad these days, the times he'd become more territorial and needy and clingy were all results from working at the centre; from what we believed was just because he was working in a sensitive environment, and because Hobi hyung was sensitive of heart. But it was because of her, because he saw her as someone to protect, someone he was close to.

And seeing those people hurt was never easy.

"Hobi hyung." I mumble, rising from the couch to get to him but Yoongi hyung's weight leans into me, wanting to keep me there and I can't disentangle myself from his sprawled position, eyes narrowed and flashing with protectiveness but he too looks at Hobi hyung, silently urging him to come close. I stretch a hand out, tilting my head in a show of submissive need and his resolve crumbles, he stops struggling to move past Jiminie without hurting him and slumps, making his way over. And allows himself to be tugged between the two of us, arms folding and curving around him and bodies tilting close- desperate to have the bitter dark tinge to his scent to leave.

Hobi hyung noses along the offered skin of my throat when I bare it for him, nuzzling against it as he scent marks, mouthing across the skin and tongue flicking against my neck. There's something urgent in the way he scents, quicker flicks of tongue and mouth spreading across more skin than he usually briefly nuzzles into, leaving a scent claim behind. Triggered by seeing (Y/N) in such a vulnerable position.

And still her name floats in my head, why does it ring a bell? Why does it sound familiar?

I feel a burst of Hobi hyung's pheromones fill the air, the slow intentional drag of his mouth coaxing out my own scent to merge with his as he layers his claim over my scent glands, nuzzling slowly and I go pliant and loose in his hold, relaxing- that buzz of anxiousness fading away with the comforting weight of Hobi hyung leaning into me.

"That's enough Hob-ah, you'll send our poor Tae into a pheromone rush if you keep that up." Yoongi hyung's voice seeps through that pleasant thick fog that steadily builds. A low deep timbre that has both authority in it as well as his soft gentleness. And the source of that pleasant haze leans back, a small needy sound bubbling in my throat but soothed away with a gentle hand cupping my cheek.

"You're okay baby. Hobi's feeling all over the place aren't you kit?" he asks softly, a small slightly distant mumbled 'yes' reaching my ears.

And when that thick fog lessens and dissipates, I slowly blink my eyes open to realise that I'd ended up curved over the couch arm, Hobi hyung's hovering presence now drawn back against Yoongi hyung who keeps a firm reassuring hold on him, murmuring soft words as he brushes his lips against his head.

He gives a small sigh when his eyes drift to the others. My eyes following his line of sight to see Jiminie and Joon hyung stiff and body still thrumming with the same instinctual need that was driving Hobi hyung but their postures slowly loosening, see the way Jin hyung seems to be dealing with that need by cuddling Jungkookie tightly.

I feel a pang of deeply rooted longing at the sight, wanting to cuddle him in the same tender ferocity and eagerness, to snuggle close to my only dongsaeng.

And fight back the conscious urge to want to tug him into my own arms.

But it's with increasing clarity, as the hazy fog recedes, that I realise what (Y/N)'s arrival means for us.

It means instincts will be running high.

And I knew I wasn't the only one raring to get to her. To want to protect her.

And in the once again stillness of the apartment I speak.

"Do you think I scared her away?" I ask, feeling both guilt and remorse.

For scaring away a potential friend. For scaring away someone who was going to be living with us for an indetermined amount of time. And on the first day I'd already made her uncomfortable.

Already made her want to bolt out of the room.

I hadn't missed the way she seemed to have squirmed and recoiled from my stares.

Was it too much?

Was I too much?

And my ears curve downwards at the reminder that just because I saw people with the potential to be friends, it didn't mean everyone else did.

For her I realised what I would've come across as.

A tiger sizing up his prey.

And the thought threatens to have a sad growl to spill past my lips.

-----

I fidget at the door of the partition. Never had it felt like a barrier until now. Almost as if something very physical, very tangible was keeping me back from crossing through to the other connected apartment.

"Tae, cub...it's fine I'll go to get her." Hobi hyung had said but I'd shaken him off.

I could do this.

I would do this.

I needed to apologise, I couldn't have this hanging over us, a hovering weight of fear that would make those softly sloped shoulders cave in further. 

I came across as too intense, too sudden and I needed to fix that.

But even so I can't make my hand reach out for the door handle, to open the door and step through.

A part of me feared her reaction, if she'd balk or flinch or try to get away.

And what I'd do if that happened.

But the door opens itself, and I jerk back in alarm- both startled and surprised to see Jin hyung step through, face slightly tight and wings shifting uneasily behind him as he closes the door, stands beside me.

"What's wrong Seokjinnie hyung?" I ask.

His lips quirk slightly at the nickname before he shakes his head.

"Nothing. Let's get going to lunch cub." He says, looking at me with a soft expression.

My eyes glance back to the door.

As if staring at it would reveal the layout of the other apartment, would allow me to see through the walls and see a certain doe hybrid.

"Let's just give her space Tae. If we asked her she'd feel pressurised to join. And I don't want to throw her in the deep end just yet." He says lightly but there's emotion in his voice, the tone slightly strained. And the smile doesn't make his soft brown eyes light up as they usually would.

Something's wrong.

But I don't push it.

I can't force him to speak when he doesn't want to. Even if it aches to see a packmate hurt. To see him silently suffer and not be able to do about it.

"Come on cub, before the vultures get their hands on it." He says lightly, a teasing quirk to his lips and then his hands are landing on my shoulders, spinning me around and leading me away from the door. Away from the partition and towards the others. Towards lunch and pack and away from (Y/N).

And as I slide into my seat beside Jin hyung I can't help but morosely think that I never got the chance to apologise. 

JIN POV:

It's restlessness that drives me to return to the other partition of the apartment after helping Yoongi with cooking. Restlessness because of two reasons.

Because we have a new person staying here. And said person is an extremely vulnerable, hurting prey hybrid who's body posture and language was screaming at me to help her, to protect her and make her feel safe.

And because a part of my mind can't help but be consciously aware that there's a stranger, someone unknown near my nest, near mine and Kookie's safe space and that has me slightly on edge, feathers ruffled and body fidgety with the need to go check, to make sure my nest is untouched even if I rationally remain heavily aware of the fact that I know she wouldn't broach on someone's space. Her shy demeanour and stiff discomfort had spoken volumes. And those volumes said she was already on edge around us, I couldn't imagine why she'd enter a space filled heavily with other scents then.

But even so I find myself crossing over to the connected apartment, part of me settled at how everything is untouched and still in place, I don't have the sharpest nose but even I'd picked up on the heavy cloud of layered scents on her, and there was a single trail that led to the other bedroom. 

The realisation that she'd gone straight to her room and stayed there made my heart pang with sorrow for her, at the feeling of caging herself in and holing herself up. And I felt guilty for allowing my instincts to be nudged with the fear that my nest would be broached. It felt so silly when it was clear that she was so stiff and uncomfortable here, that she was too on-edge around all of us to let her guard down.

And knowing that she'd collapsed to her knees when the door closed behind her, having seen the distraught look flash over my packmates, subtle silent gestures as they either leaned towards each other or instinctively towards the door revealed that everyone was instinctually affected. That everyone felt the need to act on those impulses and were with difficulty pushing them away.

But I didn't push them away.

I embraced those instincts.

Because if someone needed to take that first step, needed to extend their hand to her then I'd do it. I knew the others looked towards me for guidance, looked at me for support and help as the eldest of the pack. And if they were hesitant, if they were scared then I stepped up as the strength, as the backbone of the pack.

And that meant making sure (Y/N) felt comfortable, safe and relaxed.

She had personal connections to three of my packmates already and Tae was already restless and fidgety to make her into his new friend, wheedling out details from Hobi who I'd last seen cornered by the others, myself included, as he was grilled for information.

She deserved to feel at home. Even if it couldn't be the same safety and source of warmth as her own pack could bring, at the very least I wanted her to feel as if she belonged, as if she didn't need to hole away and hide.

She wasn't a prisoner.

She was here so Namjoon and Jimin could protect her.

But protection wasn't limited to physically keeping her safe.

Her emotional and mental wellbeing needed to be protected and taken care of too. And I wanted to do that. Wanted to make sure she didn't buckle and crumble under all the mental exertion she was going through, of being uprooted from pack, of being in a place heavy with predator pheromones and dealing with the stress of the case that I could see wearing my own boys down.

I wasn't anyone to her yet. But maybe she'd be slowly be able to confide to me, to rely on me. To see me as a friend.

And with that hope I tentatively approach her door, feet unfaltering until I come to a stop and give a gentle rap of my knuckles against the wood.

Long beats of unending silence.

And then small slow footsteps approaching the door, of the handle twisting and of the door being opened inwards to reveal tired doe-eyes staring at me, blinking slowly as she steps out from behind the door.

It's sheer relief that courses through me when her legs don't wobble when she takes me in, a small smile curving at her lips but don't quite reach her eyes.

"Jin-ssi." She says. Voice carefully pleasant and almost neutral, eyes meeting my gaze without flinching.

I smile.

That's a good sign.

"You look tired, if you're feeling up for it why don't you join us for lunch?" I ask gently, the sight of her tired eyes and curved form tugging at my heartstrings, making me want to hold her close, to wrap her up in a feathered embrace and keep her safe.

She gives me a tentative, uncertain look. She doesn't speak but silently stares. As if asking with those wide eyes if she was allowed, if it wouldn't be intruding.

I smile at her.

Trying to reassure her, calm her.

"They're not a bad bunch. Just boisterous boys." I say.

She looks hesitant, uncertain. A mixture of wanting to give in and the other part wanting to close the door and hide away.

"You know Hobi, Joon and Jiminie already. This'll be a chance for us to get to know you too." I say.

Mentally praying she says yes.

I just wanted her to feel comfortable, be at ease with us.

So why was this so hard? Why was it so difficult to try and come across as non-threatening?

She seems to cave, shoulders slumping and giving me a genuine, albeit weak, smile.

"I'd like..." she begins trailing off when her eyes drift to my shoulders, rather what's over them.

Her agreement had made my wings flutter and shift with giddy hope, black feathered wings flapping behind me.

And she stiffens.

Face shuttering and turning both cold and impassive but also fearful, clutching tightly at the door as she takes a wobbly step back.

"Are you okay (Y/N)?" I say, leaning in automatically towards her, towards the distress clear on her face.

And she flinches.

Eyes fluttering shut slightly and scrunching and body leaning back as a shudder rolls over her body, makes her seem much smaller and more vulnerable and scared than she'd been since she'd arrived.

Scared...of me I realise with a sickening lurch in my stomach and jerk back, feeling both nauseous and stung and suddenly confined within my skin.

I'd scared her.

That fear clinging to her body was because of me.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I say as I backtrack from the door, reeling away from her, body hot and tight and thrumming with shame and regret.

Her shuttered eyes flutter open, a flash of remorse and guilt as she moves forward. But the step is shaky and her hand trembles as it settles on the edge of the door.

"Jin-ssi I..." she begins but trails off, voice thick and heavy with emotion.

I shake my head.

"It's fine, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." I mumble.

And she's shaking her head, lips parted as if to speak but no sound spills out and she's looking at me with aching remorseful eyes.

And I turn away.

Turn away from the door. From the sight of the scared doe shaking as she looks at me. And try to turn away from the feeling of guilt and nausea.

That as the most unthreatening, neutral figure of the pack I'd managed to scare (Y/N) off.

That I'd somehow made it worse.

Forget being friends. She looked petrified at the sight of me.

My heart ached and I felt my wings droop and cave as I moved away from her door, from the sight of her panicked face and away from the apartment that had always felt safe and home, now something that I'd unintentionally made her feel caged and trapped in.

It was best to give her space.

Space from someone who'd scared her more than the predator scents had.

Space from me.

And I'd never felt as failed as I did in that moment. Felt I'd failed both my instincts and my rationality. That I couldn't be the protector I'd wanted to.

(Y/N) POV:

The moment I see a flash of wings, flapping behind Jin I freeze. Cold, icy fear seeping through my veins and numbing me, heart in my throat and stomach lurching with a violent twist and nausea wrenching my gut. 

Obsidian black wings, beautifully sleek and shiny and well-groomed but the flap of them, the gentle rustle of them has me fearing and recoiling away from the dark beauty of them, feel the blood drain from my face and features freeze, body screaming at me to flee, foot automatically taking a step back away from the threat, the danger my mind perceives.

"Are you okay (Y/N)?" Jin asks, automatically leaning inwards but the sight of his winged body growing closer has my stomach churning viciously, has my body jerking back, a shudder rushing through me and body curving back, trying to become smaller against the threat, against the irrational fear I have not of Jin but of his imposing wings that flutter and shake behind him.

But the moment I jerk back from him, I see him freeze and jerk back as if he'd been scalded, face shuttering with distress and guilt and thick heavy remorse that made those flapping wings droop and my heart twisted with guilt. Because I'd done that. I'd made him feel like I was scared of him. When I wasn't.

And my mind was screaming to make things right even as my instincts were desperately begging for me to escape, to hide, to flee because of the wings. Because of what they meant.

My head spun with the clash of both sides of my mind warring with each other.

Flee. Escape. One of the trafficker's Min-Jun remembered was a bird of some type. A bird. Wings. And my eyes flit to Jin's drooped wings, at his retreating figure and face struck with grief.

And the other part of my mind that knew, that it wasn't Jin. That I panicked at the wings and not him, that he was a packmate to three people I knew and trusted. That he'd only been nice and welcoming and I was throwing his friendliness back into his face.

"Jin-ssi I..." I begin, words failing me, swallowed up by the tight feeling of my throat constricting, unable to get the words out even if I know I need to, need to apologise, to explain.

And he shakes his head at me.

"It's fine, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." he mumbles, the distance between us seeming to stretch like a gaping void. Too wide to cross, to unstable and dangerous to try broach.

But his words strike at me.

Strike at the tiny bit of rationality that I still hold onto, still cling to so I don't succumb to instinct.

Head shaking, trying to dispel the thick sorrow that clings to each particle of air, wanting to say that it's not him, wanting to tell him that no it's nothing to do with him, lips parting but I can't force any sound out even as the words sit formed on the tip of my tongue.

And he turns.

Turns away from me. Turns away from the guilt and horror and sorrow I've inflicted on him.

And I can't blame him. Can't blame him from wanting to turn away from me, from this.

I understand. And it hurts that I do.

Hurts because I've made him want to leave.

I'm not only intruding on their space as a pack. But I'm hurting them too.

And that knowledge is a sharp stabbing pain that twists in my gut like a knife. 

And as he leaves and turns away, posture defeated and hurt, I'm left standing there watching.

And when he disappears from sight, I take shaky slow steps forward, hand going to grip the edge of the door and to shut it, stomach protesting at the thought of food, of trying to hold anything down.

And as I close the door behind me, it's with shame coursing thickly through my veins.

I hadn't even been here for a handful of hours, and yet I'd already turned things upside down.

Maybe staying in this room and away from the boys' pack was for the best.

Was the only way to get through this.

To stay out of their hair and out of sight. If they couldn't see me, they couldn't be actively bothered or disturbed by me.

And as the sound of feet crossing over from this apartment to the next, as the sound of voices fading out and movements shifted to the other side of the flat.

Silence.

Still, nauseating and deafening silence that I was left with.

The restless jittery shakiness of my legs as I drew myself onto the bed and curled against the wall, legs drawn up but too fidgety to remain still even as I hugged them close to me.

I wasn't used to this...strangeness.

Of both silence and solitude.

Neither at work where I was constantly swept up in a bustle of movement, a hive of constant activity, of working around the centre with other hybrid children beyond my personal care, the sounds of liveliness around me.

And never at home. That even in our small trio pack it was never quiet, whether it was the hum of the TV as we binge watched shows and movies or the sounds of the other two pattering around the house, laughter and voices and just a whirl of constant activity and sounds; the washing machine in the background as Eunwoo tried to follow cooking instructions, Binnie's adorable sounds of excitement as he wriggled and baked for us.

I missed it.

It was ridiculous to miss the normalcy after a few hours when I remained at work for far longer. And I was pathetic for feeling so emotionally fraught and weak and vulnerable that at that moment I felt my eyes sting.

All because I just wanted to be held.

I needed to get a grip on myself.

I couldn't be weak.

This was better than the option to leave the city and cut all contact. This was better I reminded myself.

And it was for them.

For Binnie's bright smile and giddy grins as he covered us in warm thick blankets. For Eunwoo's teasing brightness as he flitted around the house, curling around the two of us.

It was to preserve and save that.

And this...this was a sacrifice I'd chosen to make.

So I had to grin and bear it.

Even if grinning felt like a grimace and behind it I felt myself begin to crumble.

With no-one there to help me through it.

-----

It's not the vicious gnawing at my stomach as it pleads for some substance that has me uncurling from against the wall, but rather the distant, almost fuzzy, ringing of my phone.

And weary aching eyes that seem to take too long to locate it from beside me, hand slowly reaching for it and processing the name flashing up on the screen even if the adorable photo of Eunwoo already tells me who it is.

I bring the phone to my ear, answering it and bringing a forced smile to my face even if he can't see me.

I won't have him worrying.

"How are you feeling bokki?" Eunwoo's voice comes through, soft and loving and so painfully tender it makes my hand tremble as I hold the phone to my ear.

Breathe. Breathe through the tears.

"'m fine Woo Woo." I say as levelled as I can.

He sighs.

"Don't lie to me so blatantly. Don't you think I'd be able to hear the lie in your voice by now? I bet you're even trying to smile and pretend everything's okay." He says and that forced smile I'd stretched across my face wavers and threatens to crumble even as I glare obstinately at the opposite wall.

Not weak. Not weak.

I give a small weak laugh.

"Why ask if you know? I still feel terrible." I confess, drawing his mind to our parting, to the guilt I harboured for hiding it from my pack, his hurt questions still ringing in a distant part of my head, not having truly left me yet.

My hand absentmindedly traces shapes onto my knee.

His voice is soft and gentle as he speaks.

"Stop blaming yourself. Stop hurting yourself with guilt. And forgive (Y/N). You tried to make the best out of the worst situation...and I'd have done the same too. I nagged and I hurt but at the end of the day...I would've hidden it to hide it from you and Binnie too." He says. And in the distance I can hear the sound of Binnie's voice, distraught and slightly thick with sleep grow closer.

"Is that noona? Are you on the phone to her? Can I talk to her?" he asks, voice growing closer to the phone and the soft murmurs as Eunwoo draws him close and soothes him, soft words I feel I have no right hearing even if I've grown accustomed to it.

And a small beat of silence before a hiccupy 'noona' comes through the phone.

And I feel my heart shatter.

Squeezing tightly.

"Binnie..." I breathe.

I find that grip on myself, on pretending to be fine slipping away as he speaks. An outpour of jumbled, fragmented sentences and words as he mumbles that he misses me, that the apartment doesn't feel like our pack home, that he wants me back.

"Noona I hate this. Why do you have to be the nice one? Why do you have to be hurt? Why is it always you?" he says with anger and hurt heavy on his voice even as Eunwoo soothes him, murmurs with a relieved tone that this is the first time something has ever gotten out of hand at the centre. To this extent anyways.

It's a few long minutes of just feeling each other through the phone, connected despite being torn apart. And I take comfort in just hearing their level breaths, in their low murmurs as the two speak to each other, Eunwoo trying to calm down our distressed packmate. And try to ignore the pang in my chest, that they're there together, that the pack here is together. And I'm all alone.

"Noona...did you eat? Are you about to sleep?" Binnie asks once he's significantly calmer, though the wavering hitch in his words don't go unmissed.

Silence. For one heartbeat too long.

And he's huffing.

"Noona go eat something, starving won't do anything!" he chides with an emotional tone and I hear Eunwoo's resigned sigh from behind.

Exasperated and resigned.

Almost as if he's in front of me and shaking his head, about to drag me to sit down and eat.

"(Y/N) go eat now. And if you refuse to...at least drink a mug of warm milk before going to bed." Eunwoo says firmly through the phone.

He's clearly waiting for me to agree.

"Whilst we're on the phone then." He says, listening to me sigh and drag myself off the bed and pad towards the door.

But I can't immediately step out, ears straining and perked up as I try to detect movement, to hear voices and activity on this end of the apartment.

Nothing. Painful silence once more.

And slowly step out, hand gripping the edge of the door like a barrier, a shield from the rest of the apartment and the room I was staying in.

"Are you in the kitchen yet?" Eunwoo's voice breaks through the silence, spurring my feet forward towards where Jimin and Namjoon had earlier shown me around, mumbling out a 'yes' when I step in and flick on the lights.

"Woo it's fine, I can get myself some milk without phone supervision. Get Binnie settled and soothed." I say with a fond sigh.

There's shuffling as the two on the other end no doubt try to think of an argument.

"Bye boys. Love you. I'll call tomorrow." I say softly, hesitant of my voice rising in the silence of the apartment.

Silent meant unheard. Unheard meant no disturbances made.

"Love you." the two chorus though they make no move to disconnect until I'm sighing and murmuring a final goodbye and disconnecting the phone.

The moment it disconnects though, it goes clattering to the counter and my hands grip the edge of it, head bowed and trying to hide the vulnerability on my face, at the longing for this all to be over.

I breathe deeply.

Feeling the stiffness in my shoulders and the way the back of my neck aches, with the feeling of trying to hold myself upright, with being bent so downwards, feeling so physically weak.

And feel the urge to give in to the shakiness to my legs and to let them buckle, to slide to the tiled floor and curl up pathetically against the lower cupboards.

My head bows forward towards the counter, trying to curl up on myself, with the wish that being small would make me disappear. From sight. From the problems.

And squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to shut away the world, the foreignness of the apartment, to the glossy shiny clean the counters had and the phone that remained in sight- a reminder that it was the only thing I had tying me to my pack now.

But before I can try banish the thoughts that float to mind. A messy jumble of fears and concerns for my pack, for this pack, for Min-Jun, the presence of something mellow and soothing brushes against my nose, alongside a much stronger thick sweetness that pulses heavier, flares and darkens and turns slightly bitter.

And a smooth gentle voice.

"Let's get you that cup of milk." 

(THERE WE GO! JUST OVER 5K OF CONFUSED PACK DYNAMICS AND HURTING BABY FAWN THAT I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED! SO PROTECTIVE HOBI ISN'T GOING ANYWHERE YET...HE'S STILL IN THAT MINDSET OF PROTECT PROTECT PROTECT!! AND HE'S ACHING THAT HE CAN'T GO AFTER (Y/N) AND HELP HER. AND TBH...SO ARE MINNIE AND JOON BUT THEY'RE TRYING TO PUSH THOSE INSTINCTS DOWN- THOUGH FOR HOW LONG I CAN'T SAY! AND I'M JUST SOFT FOR HER AND HER OWN PACK DYNAMICS THAT I CAN'T WAIT TO EXPLORE TOO! LOOKS LIKE TAE GOT THE BRUNT OF HOBI TRYING TO BE PROTECTIVE AND CALM DOWN! AND JINNIE!! POOR, POOR JINNIE! SHE'S NOT AFRAID OF YOU! JUST THE WINGS...EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS IT'S NOT HIM, SHE'S STILL SCARED AND ON EDGE! SO LOTS OF HURT AND CAREFUL TIPTOEING FROM ALL ENDS TRYING TO BE MINDFUL OF EACH OTHER JUST...AHHHH! CARING BABIES...JUST WAITING TO COMFORT HER! LET'S SEE WHERE THE NEXT CHAPTER GOES! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND REACTIONS AND HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED! TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE!!)

QUESTION...JUST HOW ARE YOU ALL? WHAT ARE YOU UPTO? WHAT'S DAILY LIFE FOR YOU ATM?

Mine is...eh (?) doing okay~ hoping for a productive second semester from next Friday (eek! Not ready!!) and...again, just doing my final exam and I shall soon be FREEE! Daily life is...work, work, work and chatting to my lovely Midi and my other friends. My break from all the madness that is education.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3