Everything crashed down into dust. Tears falling down onto Junghee’s cheeks as she read her member’s text. Heartbroken, she felt. Heartbroken; not only because her best friend did not trust her, but causing her members to worry endlessly about her. There’s something that when you’re the oldest of the group; you tend to take care of the younger ones rather than yourself, keeping your own feelings aside and far away from anyone. The feeling of her members knowing that she’s a mess will just create another problem that they’ll have to deal with and due that she plans to keep it that way..for now.

The whole problematic drama filled Hana with rage and frustration. She hated to see her leader go through this alone. Unlike Junghee, they know how much she does for them, and how she boils everything up inside. Hana placed her phone down as she walked into her mother’s kitchen, preparing for the family’s holiday meal. Focused on Junghee, she stares deeply in thought, no movement could awake her from spacing out.

“Hana.”

“Hana-ya.” Her mother calls out to her. She shakes her head as she escapes from her own trance, smiling as parents are looking upon their daughter.

“Everything all right, sweetie?”

“Mm.” Hana answered softly.

The table was almost set, her father was finishing up the final touches, “Alright.” as he placed the last dish on the table, Hana splurged uncontrollably into tears.

“She’s..”

“I know, I know.” Tears flowing down from Hana’s rosy cheeks as she sobs into her mother’s embrace, the agonizing pain of a father seeing his child cry is unbearable as he stands still.