My name is Yoshida Sana. A Japanese girl who grew up in Korea. I have an older sister called Momo and a younger sister Riko. My mother had her own flower shop and my father had his own company which I don't quite remember what it was about. From the outside, we looked like a normal happy family, but that wasn't the case. Our parents always fought when my dad comes home. Sometimes it was about money and the other time about not having a son in the family.

Sana stepped in the closet with the crying Riko in her arms.

"Stay in her til mom and dad has calmed down." Momo said and Sana nodded

Momo closes the door and Riko hugged Sana tighter.

"It's okay, Riko. Everything will be fine." Sana whispered and Riko's crying became softer

Momo would try to console our parents while I would hide in the closet with the crying Riko. Our mom will often release her anger towards us when my father walks away from home and would even beat me and Momo with a wooden stick. Most of the time it's the crying Riko that makes our mom calm down. I think I was 8 years old when I arrived home with the whole family sitting around the dinner table. Riko was 6 years old back then. She sat there with tears in her eyes, not daring to speak. The 12 years old Momo the other side was looking with a poker face straightforwardly. I was the only one who looked back and forth with confusion. That was when they told me that they're gonna divorce and move back to Japan. They asked us with who we wanted to stay. Back then I didn't know that both of them already make their choice, so I told them

"I will stay in Korea! I don't care if you're gonna divorce or not, I don't want to leave! If you're gonna divorce, you have to abandon your child!"

I thought that my sisters would follow me and my parents will give up their divorce, but that didn't happen. Our parents actually sighed from relief. They told me that they were already planning to do that. That I was going to move in by the Kim family and just wanted to know my opinion... Saying both of them could only raise one child... I... got abandoned... I... was the unwanted one...

"What are you doing? Why aren't you coming in?" Sana looked up and saw Taehyung standing in front of her.

Sana shook her head and looked down again.

Taehyung took her hand and Sana looked up to him again.

"Don't worry. From now on, I'm your family. Even if you want to escape from, you won't be able to. I'll be your forever stalker." Taehyung said and Sana smiled.

At that moment, it was the first time. The first time I smiled after my parent's divorce. I felt safe somehow. Despite being abandoned by my family and never got contacted by them afterward, I will never be abandoned by Taehyung. That's what I thought. Aunt and uncle are really nice as well. They kept telling me how much they actually wanted a daughter and how happy they are after coming into their family. They also really treat me as their daughter, so I wanted to do everything I could to thank them for that. I do almost all the chores at home and made sure that Taehyung will grow up as a proper child. Even though I'm the clumsy and younger one. This thought has always followed me. I won't be abandoned again as long as I stay as the perfect child. At least... try my best

The sound of a breaking plate could be heard through the restaurant and Sana looked fast back.

"Yuta! Have you any idea how many plates you have broken till now?! I'll be taking this off of your pay." The manager scolded Yuta and Sana immediately walk to them

"I'm sorry. I should have taken care of him as a sunbae. I'm so sorry. It's my responsibility!" Sana apologized while bowing deeply and the manager sighed.

"Fine. You can take the responsibility for it. And now hurry up, back to work!" The manager said and walked angrily away.

"You shouldn't have done that." Yuta said guilty, but Sana smiled.

"It's okay. Let's clean this up." Sana said and Yuta smiled a bit as well.

I think that was our first conversation. The moment I saw Yuta, I immediately remembered myself. How lost I was and how much I hoped someone would help me. Maybe it was done by reflex, or maybe it was because he's cute. But no matter what it was, this was how we became close. He would tell me about his hobbies and his friend Irene. The m