"Ready?" Namjoon asked as he carried Hoseok's bags. Hoseok took his crutches and stood up, indicating that he is ready to go. 

Hoseok looks over to the bed Sooji slept on. She knew he will be discharged that day and she woke up early to avoid him; Sooji did not want to say goodbye. "Just go," she said last night, "It's painful to not see you again but I'll get used to it. Actually, I'm getting used to it already."

"You're a bad liar, Sooji," he said.

"I might be able to see you again, or I might not. So I don't want this to be a goodbye for us."

It also pains him not knowing if he'll be able to see her again. He sighed and blinked, trying to get her off his mind. So he followed Namjoon out of the door, to go back home.

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To: Hoseok

Sorry I wouldn't be able to see you on the day you're discharged.
If you'd like to live with me while recovering, my door is always open.
The choice is yours. Stay safe.
Love, Mom

"Your mom has been talking to you a lot lately," Namjoon pointed out as he sits beside Hoseok after finishing the paperwork for his discharge.

"Is it bad?"

"No, no it's a good progress," Namjoon assured, "She actually cares about you, you are mending the relationship with her, it's a great thing."

"She offered me to live with her."

"Do you want to?" Namjoon asked him.

Hoseok shrugged, "Dunno."

"Hmm... If I were you, I'd accept. It's gonna be a win-win situation. Someone will help you recover, at the same time you're spending time with her. You'll also recover faster at the bigger home of your mom's," Namjoon suggested. He is aware that their rented apartment is too small and cramped for him to rest at. Moreover,