Emiyo couldn't explain how hard it was sometimes with Jungkook. Especially after his injury. He was without energy and positivity, he didn't care about nothing. All days he was just laying and sleeping in his bed curled up in blankets looking exactly like a burrito. He didn't eat much (which was shocking), she started worrying about his mental health. His leg was slowly healing, but even if he was able to walk, he would prefer laying. Emiyo thought that Jungkook gave up and unfortunately...It was true.

'Eat this,' She politely commanded him with a mature and uncompromising voice, 'You didn't eat for three days now. So try to refuse again and I'll beat your ass.'

'Than beat my ass, Emiyo~ssi.'

No ramen noodles, no kimchi, no lamb skewers, no banana milk or no miso soup...He didn't want any of those.

Nothing couldn't help with her growing frustration. She cooked for him many delicious meals, even those unknowing ones from her country - so he could try something new - but he rejected also. Thanks to his stubborness he became somehow skinny and he looked nearly like a ghost.

'Please Jungkook-ah,' Emiyo was at the end of her powers begging him softly, 'Stop with this madness. You're hurting mainly yourself but me too. Your leg won't heal if you don't properly eat.'

'Were u not listening to me? I don't care...'

'But I do!'

'Leave me alone...' He turned himself to the other side so Emiyo could face only his back. Wonderful. Really wonderful kind of a person...

'You told me once what Namjoon said to you,' She peacefully played with her silverish rings on her shaking fingers, 'He said that you shouldn't fight against something you can't change. I don't know how terrible you're feeling now but-'

'I'm doing what he said...I'm not fighting at all, Emiyo-~ssi. Please just shut your mouth.'

'You're wrong. Your leg is healing and you'll soon walk and what else - You'll be able to dance again! But you're nonstop fighting so I guess...You don't want to be healed at all. Or?'

'Of course I want! What is this? Some shitty nonsense you're saying...'

'Than eat. Because if you eat, you'll feel better. I don't want to loose you, you big idiot! Don't you understand? My heart is aching everyday when I see you like this. I beg you - Make up your mind, sir.' Emiyo closed the door with full plates of good food left on his bedside table.

She was sipping her afternoon coffee when doors suddenly opened. She was surprised by this, because Jungkook obviously still needed help with walking, but now he stood by himself while his hands were leaned against the frame. His expression was really interesting - Finally he looked stronger than before.

'You can stand on your own feet without any help?'

'Not for a long time. Hurry, come and help me, please!'

And she did as he wanted. Emiyo threw somewhere her magazine that she bought around two days ago and she immediately sustained him.

'Uf, I almost fell, thank you my lovely person.' Did Jungkook...smile? Was that even real or was she just dreaming?

'You shoud call me or something. You could hurt yourself more and-'

'I'm not made from sugar,' He interupted her, 'I was wondering...I would like to go out. U know - Today is pretty sunny day and it's spring after all. I would love to see blooming sakuras in our park.'

'You wanna go out?'

He nodded.

What's with this child? Once he's depressed more than ever before and now he's saying that he wants to go for a walk. Did she really change his mind? Was she succesful?

'Did you eat meals which I left in your room?'

'A little bit of them, eomma. I'll eat more later, that's promise.' Jungkook joked around.

'Nah, whatever. I need to buy some vegetables for tommorow's soup anyway. Will you go with me?'

'Do I have another choice?'

''Let me think..." Emiyo rubbed her chin, 'I guess you don't.'

'Aish, nevermind. At least I'll help you with bags.'

'Just focus to not fell, okay?'

'Alright, Emiyo~ssi. As you wish...' Finally there were some visible sparkles in his dark eyes.

After his decision to eat properly and after his regular walks almost every day, his leg was healing even faster. It was possible for him to go by himself. Maybe not for a long period of time, but who cared? The old Jeon Jungkook was back. That always goofy and cheerful person (brat) which Emiyo missed a lot.

And he went back to his work. With a help of his new best friend - support stick - he was able to walk much longer.

With a rest of BTS members, they were invited to join one variety show. Jungkook urged every day, every night, that she should watch it and in the end - she obeyed him.

Emiyo jumped on the couch eating chilli crisps in a glass bowl staring at the TV screen. When she saw Jungkook she felt happiness in her whole body. He looked like before or maybe even better. No pale skin with see-through veins and cute bunny smile on his lips.

'Guys, I know that everyone is bothering you with this kind of question, but we are also very curious about it. We would like to see a final picture of your ideal type. Like what you each prefer and than visually see it. I guarantee it will be a huge fun.' A moderator said and after a while every member was holding a sheet of blank paper with a black marker.

Emiyo was curious too. With a mouth full of yummy spicy crisps she was trying to focus on details. She was laughing so hard at Seokjin's drawing skills, because it looked really hilarious. His dream girl looked like a mashed potatoes. There were also some good ones that were made with a touch of true artistry.

'Well I think he'll draw someone with a long dark hair and with a pretty dress. It'll be probably the best drawing of them all - Because he knows how to draw...' Emiyo was talking to herself like she usually did.

The result was quite different than she thought. Even two moderators, other members, or Armys in the auditorium were shortly amazed.

It wasn't picture at all...It was one word with seven letters.

'...What?' The crisps in her bowl almost accidentally fell on the carpet.