"You will kill him." I tell grandpa as I saw Jungkook laying on the white mattress. He was found fainting on his desk, in his office, 3 hours after arrived from LA. What's again for? Of course, business.

"I'll send him to the hospital." He then said not even flinching at his own words. What's again Jungkook for him? He is not even counted as a human in front of him. He more like a doll. "At least."

"Sir, California's branch's office asking for your opinion." One of his assistants inform him make him face the person. Handing the handphone he then speaking. From what I heard; they need someone to handle something right there. And it's no way for Jungkook to cross the globe in this state.

I know, the longer I mind the business of this Jeon family, the deeper I will bury myself into my own grave. But this is Jungkook, I love him, I can't make him do this alone. But I hate to betray mom. I need to go from this place, save, alive, and whole. And I know, when I put my blazer, put on my high heels, put on my lipstick, I know, I have one more trouble now.

"I'll go, let him rest."

--

This is insane, there are lot of works. I can't even touch my handphone to even watching if someone send me text or what. Now I know why Jungkook always left me hanging, without even hi when he was abroad. I won't scold him anymore. I swear.

But I was proud enough, for so long not to communicate with other people I have save so much energy to shout out my temper. They will never win even an argument with me. Smile brightly I show grandpa the paper and the so-called precious sign of client on his face before groaning in depression while taking the bus.

From: Yeri

Unnie, when will you comeback?

I smile at the thought of her face, whining in front of me while reading her text from 2 days ago.

To: Yeri

Surprise, are you at home? How's Jungkook?

I look at the window, the cold breeze fucking slapping my face. God, I am tired. I am even more than that. But I feel alive now. I will meet him. I will see his face. Just this one mom, just this one.

Boy is dangerous. Mom said while rubbing my knee full of blood. Oh yeah, Bambam just simply toss me to the ground, practicing his fight move, make me bleeding but it was fun. I am grinning make mother frowning. Panpriya, boy is not good. And mom warn you to stay away from them. Just play with the dolls like another daughter should do.

"Seoul, miss." Someone's tugging my sleeve as I wake up from my sleep on my seat. Startled I look around, my bus stop. I almost passed it, if it's not because this man. Crap, yeah, this man. "Manoban."

"Mingyu." I smile at him while he also out from the bus.

--

I was too focusing on what I bought for him, Chicken and Cola, what's again can compete the combination in this freezing winter night. Mingyu recommended the place as we walk, honestly, he asks me for dinner but too bad, I only want to eat with Jungkook. I was so happy, to not even watching how Yeri's face looking at me.

Rushing impatiently toward his room, beside me, opening the door, just like watching movie, while I replay it again and again. Just like the rain, so romantic and fool at the same time. As it knows how hard and sick it was to fall to the ground, it keeps come, again and again and again and again.

The rain washing away the pain of my past, right. It did. But how about the pain of today? Will my running tears do the same?

Tell me, Jungkook. How can you do this to me?

From: Yeri

Don't go home yet, unnie. Please.