Rosé POV The day Jimin and I parted inside the van as he personally sent me to the airport was probably the hardest day of my life. The night before our flight, I promised myself that I will not cry when we leave but the moment I saw the sign of the airport, the amount of tears that I shed is nothing compared to that when I cried the whole night when I binge-watched my favorite Netflix series. My heart ache like it's being prick with a thousand pieces of needles. Small yet deadly. It took me a great amount of courage, words of comfort, persuasion and a whole lot of promises for me to step down from the van to head inside the airport. If it isn't because we only have a few minutes left to head inside, I wouldn't. If I didn't noticed how tired Jimin had look, his eyes drippy from lack of sleep, I wouldn't budge from my clinging desperately in his arms. He was so understanding and sweet even though I'm being all grumpy. The image of him cupping my face as he try to make me feel at ease is still vivid in my mind. The whole trip to the airport consisted of me, leaning on his chest while his arms are wrapped around my body. He was brushing my hair which send shivers all through out my system while he hum the melody of Serendipity close to my ear. I know I was being a childish and inconsiderate but I'm getting a sudden surge of emotion that I can't explain. I know this isn't any different from when we were away before but this time, both our agencies will be releasing their statements for our 'supposed' break up. I don't care what they tell to people but even though I said I'm okay with it, deep inside, I am affected. "Chaeyoung-ah..." I turned to my side as I heard Lisa's voice. She smiled at me and I'm sure it's her way of reassuring me that everything will be alright. My members, they have been nothing but a sweetheart. They've tolerated my behavior even though I, myself know that I am being too much. I really need to make up for my shortcomings. I'm starting to be a burden and I don't want to drag my members down. The airplane just landed and we're now getting ready to step outside. Fourteen long hours had passed and I'm now back in Melbourne. I know I should be happy because, in a few moments, I'd soon be seeing my family but I can't help but be sad. I caused a great ruckus back in Seoul and I know I'll be stuck in here in a few months. I felt a hand brush a few strands of my hair to my side as Jennie fixes the black mask that I was wearing. She then made sure that my cap is tilted downwards to keep my eyes from showing. It's still puffy from all of my crying. I am so sure my ugly looking face earlier had been plastered all over social media. With my eyes red, my face bloated from all the crying and my unstable state when I walked down the airport, I doubt it'll