Jennie's POV "Ne, appa. Don't worry, I will be back before dinner." A smile crept on the corner of my lips as I bid goodbye to my father. I'm staying alternately with both my adoptive and real family. Ever since I found my family and I've been together with Yoongi, I have always been feeling rainbows and butterflies. When we're together, it feels like nothing matters, just him and me. And I am so liking it. When I watched their concert, I've finally realized how music makes his life complete. How his gummy smile appearing automatically just by seeing the faces of the people supporting them. It felt surreal. And somehow, I start to question my own love for music. Before, music has always been my resort which I turn to whenever I feel alone. For me, it is the only thing that wouldn't leave me, especially when I thought that the whole world was against me. After I played the drums for them with the music that I help them create, I felt contentment and happiness. And I realized that I am no longer depending on music for myself but I guess, I've come to love it in general. I am always happy that sometimes, I'm scared that one day, this will all end. I hide my phone on my jean's pocket as I wait for the elevator to open. I am currently at the office while BTS is on tour. It has been three days and I was sure they'll be back today. They were probably already at the airport. Just the thought of seeing Yoongi again makes my heart flutter. He had always been a sweetheart and regardless of how many times I told him not to call me and take a rest instead, he still does. Sometimes I wonder, do I really deserve his love? He is perfect and every girl would die to take my place. And I feel like I don't have much to offer. Yeah, still self-loathing, but I just can't help it. Again, my phone suddenly rings and I pulled it out of my pocket. After seeing the name registered on the screen, my smile automatically widen. "You just called, like three hours ago," I answered and I heard him chuckle on the other line. "That's because I love hearing your voice." his y tone seeping through my sanity. Why does he have to sound y even on the phone? "Silly, where are you?" I asked as I bit my lower lip. My heart hammering in my chest. I will never get used to Yoongi being like this. My body automatically turned pivot as the people from the elevator went out. I decided to stay on the corner and catch the next ride instead. "I'm almost there. Why? miss me?" he teased and even though I can't see him, I am sure he was grinning on the other line. "Is th