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"Every moon has a sun, but does every sun need a moon? I will close my chapter without admitting my fear. Only because I'm scared that if the truth comes out... you'll realize that you don't need me anymore. You'll realize that you're my sun."
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June

I hold the cold chopsticks, and let my finger tips move against the metal a few times to make sure it's real. It is. Changwook and Seungho were eerily quiet, like they're scared of saying anything around me. Well, it is my first breakdown since I came to Korea.

"What time is it?" Seungho breaks the silence.

"It's almost noon. And," Changwook shoves the remainants of his food into his mouth and speaks with a mouthful, "I need to go to work." His hand lands on mine, "call me whenever you need anything, I'll check on you as well."

And he pats, three times. One time for his love, another for his support, and a last time to let me know he's worried about me. Changwook has a hard heart, it helps with his job. He doesn't pity anyone. And I nod at him thrice too, letting him take all my love and gratitude back.

"Almost noon?!" Seungho shrieks and Changwook almost chokes.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"Jin! Kim Seokjin is coming here after practice, he's finishing early today." Seungho says and the two pairs of wide eyes turn to me, then they look down at my shirt that has a BTS logo for the world to see.

It's my lucky shirt, it supports me. But Jin doesn't know I started being ARMY as soon as his band debuted, he didn't need to know. I wouldn't see the end of it if he does, "it's the first time he sees me since I got back to Korea right?" I make sure I'm not missing anything.

"Yes." Both of them reply.

"Looks like we have something to get ready for too." I look at Changwook, then at Seungho.

I have so much merch to hide.

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Seungho helped me put away the posters box I didn't unpack because I can't be as open about being an ARMY as I was back at America, if I want to get the job that is. The photo card stuck at the back of my phone, peaking through my transparent phone case was gone too.

My necklaces, rings, and bracelets were all sealed in a box in my undergarments drawer. Any evidence to a huge fraction of my lifestyle was successfully concealed by the time the bell was ringing, by the time Jin of BTS was at my door.

I hadn't seen him since my mom left, he came to the funeral although I didn't expect him to, "your sadness is as important to me as your happiness, I want to be there for you too." was what he told me.

That's how Kim SeokJin really is, a man with the most beautiful excuses and reasons behind what he does. And that Kim Seokjin was looking at me from behind Seungho's shoulder, right past the brotherly hug that his broad shoulders were engulfed in.

"Finally!" Seungho shouts as he pats Jin's upper back, guiding him into our home, "I thought I'll need to go all the way to the company you work for to see you."

"As if you would." Jin mocks, smiling at him and making the shape of his lips more prominent. Oh I miss him. And I walk to him already, parting my arms enough to hold his neck and hug him to my heart's content, letting him take care of the height difference when my feet lose contact with the floor, "Jooeun."

His whisper, and his arms ending in big hands on my back, remind me of the Jin in my dreams and how badly I morphed a figment of him in my imagination. How cruel am I? I hide my face in his shoulder and crumble his shirt between my fingers, "I miss you so much, Jin."

"I miss you more." He replies back in a beat, and holds me in front of him to watch my face, "although I don't know if it's enough to make me tear up too." He chuckles.

I giggle and smack his shoulder lightly, "Jerk, how is everything going?"

"Alright! Since everyone forgot I'm there I'll go make us some coffee!" Seungho complains, his back already to us as we make our way to the couch.

"Thank you Hyung!" Jin calls before he sits beside me, ready to reply to my question. "It has been hectic, I'm not sure if you follow up with our band on the internet but we're very active these days."

"Thank you for making time for me." I look down at my hands, feeling my heart warm. He holds my tangled fingers and undoes them.

"I chose to come, and I'm sleeping over too. We have so much to talk about, I need a massage and a haircut," his lips twitch in annoyance as we flips his hair away from his eyes, "the staff refuses to give me a haircut. I'm sure they'll be glad when a professional takes care of it instead of me right?"

I smile at him and comb my fingers through his hair, "they sure will. How are your members?"

"You'll know soon, you're taking that job right? I could definitely use you being at arms reach before every show."

"Do you think it's okay though? Us knowing each other and all."

"Isn't it even better? At least I won't have a stranger all up in my face." He tells me, "you're not a fan of ours, you're older than them, and you have medical knowledge which is a bonus. You're perfect."

"That's what you think because you're my best friend, others don't trust in me as much as you do."  I look away, smiling weakly.

His hands hold my chin to guide my eyes to his, "am I not enough?" My heart falls a little at his question, dragging my face with it till he shoots one of his windshield laughs, "I'm kidding, relax. Everybody will love you baby." He winks, sends a flying kiss and holds a finger heart beside his smilie face. I, ofcourse, fake an eyeroll and look away, dismissing his extra behavior as unnecessary although I needed it.

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"Uh," Seungho stalls, trying to help me convince Jin not to cook in my dad's kitchen when he's not here, without actually telling him that, "you're tired! You should rest while I order!" He holds his phone beside a forced smile, and waves it at us as I hold Jin's forearm to keep him from wearing an apron.

"Oppa? Didn't you want to talk? Let's just talk." I tell him, pulling at his arm out of the kitchen and the fact that he doesn't budge is besides the point, "ah I'm sick of this when did you grow so much!"

He smiles down at me and holds my shoulders, dropping his head so that he  looks into my eyes. "I want to cook for you, I won't be able to do it any other time. And it's not like your dad would mind, he would love it."

I pout a little at that, feeling frustrated in a good way before the warmth in my heart spreads too fast, "okay."

His smile then is very rewarding and he keeps his word on talking while he cooks, he tells me all about BTS and the occasional arguments or stage incidents, he asks about how I'm doing but doesn't mention anything bad that happened to me in particular. He doesn't know about my mental issues, and he will not.

Seungho lingers, dropping comments here and there and taking Jin's input about photos he took recently. Sometimes it feels like Jin is more of Seungho's best friend than he is mine. But he is my best friend, I don't know how they grew so close. It makes me a little jealous.

"So did you apply yet? When are you coming?" Jin asks when we sit to eat.

I smile at his food then reply, "I sent my application and was accepted. They will call me in, this week."

"Let me know when, so that I can see you when you come if I'm there." Jin points a spoon at my face, demanding that I oblige.

"Yes Sir."

"So whose room will I sleep in?" Jin asks wistfully. 

"Mine!" Seungho and I offer at the same time, then we turn to each other with sharpened eyes ready for a staring contest that will decide who gets the Kim SeokJin.

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FINALLY JIN IS HERE.
I know there are a lot of unanswered questions, but rest assured because everything will unfold very soon.

How is it going so far? CIRJDJEJ

I'm so excited to write more of this book, and test all the characters dang it I'm so evil BUT YAY.

the 17th of the 7th of 2020, when young people needed more encouragement and attention.