They were heading home from a schedule. She was feeling extra down, on top of being tired.

She looked to her right as she felt someone nudged her. She just shook her head and tried to smile.

She looked to her right again as she saw her unnie grab her phone. She heard the older member sigh.

She has probably seen the site she was looking at.

“Don’t read those,” her unnie told her.

“But Mina~unnie,” she retorted.

She was innocently looking up some sites for his pictures. She had missed him so much. His group was still on their Asian leg of concert tours.

As his number 1 fangirl, she would sometimes look up sites for some updates about him and his group until she stumbled on a cutely edited photo of them together.

She didn’t know that there were people who shipped them until she saw that. It was nicely photo shopped making it look real. She clicked on the photo which opened a site from where it was from.

She read what was in there, only to be hurt by the comments.

‘Why ship Jungkook with someone who has no talent?’

‘She is just all looks.’

‘Jungkook deserves someone better.’

She bit her bottom lip. Of course, they were also those who protected her.

‘Tzuyu is too pretty for him.’

‘Tzuyu looks better with …’

But what hurt her the most was that most of the people were against them. What if people would discover their relationship? She couldn’t help but ask herself.

How will their fans react? Will they be accepted? They won’t be. She answered her questions. She breathed in and out.

Was this the right thing? She worriedly questioned.

“Hey, stop overthinking!” this interrupted her train of thoughts. She faced to her right as she felt her unnie wiped a tear which escaped from her eye.

“Don’t think about it too much,” Mina reminded her.

“Rumors and hate comments. I’ve gone through that, remember?” she nodded to Mina’s question.

“But I stood strong. Why? Because I have Jimin~oppa who believes in me,” Mina said. “I have you girls beside me,” Mina continued.

“For sure, Jungkook would do everything just to protect you,” she smiled at her unnie’s statement. “Jungkook loves you too much.”

I do too, she thought to herself.

“Bogoshipo,” she suddenly blurted out. She wasn’t the type to express her feelings first which is the reason of the shocked face of the person she was talking to.

“I said I missed you,” she murmured. “But I don’t get any reply,” she pouted.

After what she have read earlier, she couldn’t help but miss him more. After what Mina had told her, she couldn’t help but long for him even more.

“Nado,” she looked at him again after hearing his reply. “Manhi, manhi,” he expressed. She smiled at him.

“I wish I was there,” he told her.

“Nado,” she agreed.

“I want you in my arms right now,” he whispered but she heard it clearly. She placed her phone on the table, making it stand using her tripod.

She spread her arms as if giving him a virtual hug. She saw him beamed while looking at her. He did the same as well.

“We’re going to Japan next month,” she stated. “We might meet up,” she excitedly told him. She leaned on the table, placing her chin on her palm while looking at him.

“I hope so,” she whispered.

“We will,” he said, assuring her. She smiled at what he said. She knew that whenever he wanted something, he would do everything to make it happen.

“Chukahae for your debut here in Japan,” he congratulated.

“Gomawo,” she thanked.

“You haven’t been here but I can already hear your songs everywhere,” he complimented.

“Jinjja?” she exclaimed, excited. He nodded at her.

“I bet you’ve got thousands of fans here already,” he stated. Her heart was jumping out of joy.

Honestly speaking, she was anxious in debuting in another country, not knowing what to expect actually.

They were still learning the language, except for the three natives in the group. Her Korean isn’t the best yet, now, she’s got to study another language.

“Geokjeongma,” she looked at her phone, at him who was on video call.

“Geokjeong hajima,” he repeated. “You’ll do great,” he continued. Indeed, he knew what she was thinking. He knew her worries and it’s only him who could ease them away.

“Gomawo,” she smiled at him, a genuine one of course. She rested her arms on the table and leaned her chin on them. The shift of position made her feel sleepy, making her yawn.

“Go to sleep,” he commanded. She pouted. She missed him too much, she wanted to spend more time with him even just on the phone.

“You need lots of rest,” he reminded her. She shook her head, still pouting.

“Jebal? Hmm...” He begged. “I don’t want you sick, please?” He begged again. She finally gave in and nodded.

“Stay until I fall asleep please?” she requested. She grabbed her phone from the table and brought it with her on the bed.

“Close your eyes and dream of me,” he told her. She snorted at this but actually she was just about to do that.

She laid on her side while holding her phone. “Chalja,” she told him.

“Ouh, chalja,” he replied. She could feel her eyes getting heavier.

“Bogoshipda,” she thought she heard him say before humming a familiar tune which made her feel sleepier. She had finally closed her eyes to finally visit dreamland.

“58?” she lied on the living room couch, flat on her back. She raised her hand as to bring her phone to her sight.

Wae 58? She furrowed her brows, still confused. She rolled unto her side. Why did he choose that number? She couldn’t help but ask herself.

58. It wasn’t a number related to him, not even her. His birthday was on the first of September 1997. This was for sure not her birthday as well.

 Chakanman, she looked up her calendar. It wasn’t one of s’ birthdays too. He had told her his family’s birthdays but this wasn’t it.

Hoksi. She suddenly got up. It’s not of another girl, is it? The thought dreaded her. Only he could answer it. She bit her bottom lip and lied on the couch again, feeling hopeless.

“Wae?” she looked up to see her unnie’s beaming face.

“