I sat alone in the family room. A glass of orange juice stood beside me. Only this time, it was mixed with vodka. I stared into the thin air, recollecting my thoughts. We returned to Aera's home and reunited with Jaeho, Junsoo and Gun. The morning we left my father's home, I felt upset that I would be leaving him. My father was my best friend, and leaving him was always a challenge.

As I sat alone in my seat, a small voice came out of the darkness. I turned my head to see Kitae by the doorframe.

'Are you okay, Taehyung?'

His small footsteps slowly approached me, I felt this presence beside me. Looking directly towards the windows, I said, 'I'm okay, Kitae. How about you?'

He shook his head and replied, 'I can't sleep... I'm so scared, Taehyung... I've lost my mother and now... I could be next.'

I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.

'Are you scared, Taehyung?' Kitae tilted his head and asked.

I looked into his green eyes and shook my head, 'no Kitae, I'm not. But it's okay for you to be, everyone's scared of something. That's how we know we care about something, we're afraid we'll lose it.'

After a moment of silence, Kitae asked, 'what are you scared of?'

I sighed while closing my eyes. For my entire life, I've always avoided this question. I faced Kitae and pointed towards the door, 'I think you should go back to sleep, Kitae.'

'Tell me, Taehyung, please. Is it the man who killed my Mother? Are you scared of hi-' I interrupted him. 'No, I'm not scared of him.'

Fear was something I always pushed away. I always thought I was fearless, that I wa