Chaeyoung's POV ​​​​​​​ "Are you sure it's okay to leave without making up with Jin oppa? You two haven't talked since like yesterday." I asked Jisoo unnie as I help her pack her clothes. The boys are currently doing their concert and I decided to stay on the bus to accompany Jisoo unnie, though I think there's not much time left before the concert ends. The two haven't been talking since they had a fight yesterday and everyone inside the bus can feel the tension between the two. Jisoo did not respond but I was sure I noticed her lips quivering. She was hurting. And it hurts to see her like this. "Unnie, do you want to talk about it?" I whispered before sitting on my bed, her eyes were still focused on fixing her luggage. "Don't worry about us Chaey. I'm sure Jin and I would be able to figure that out together," she answered and I did not bother pressuring her even more. I'd not like to see her breakdown in front of me. The years that we've been together taught me not to question Jisoo unnie when she's at her vulnerable state. "By the way, will you be okay? I mean, this area, this is close to one of your family business and even closer to his family," she mumbled, looking at me worriedly. She's right. This is where we first met. But then my eyes soften at her words. "How can you still think about my sake when you have your problems right now?" I asked, ashamed of myself for not being able to something for her. She had been so selfless, always had been. I smiled at her, "This city is big unnie, I doubt I'd even meet his parents. And if I do, I guess it's time I face them." I mumbled although a little scared at the thought, and she smiled at my response. Of course, I knew I wouldn't able to run away from this forever. I'm just silently hoping that I wouldn't have to face them too soon. Once she zipped her bag, we heard a noise outside the room and we both turned our attention to the other side when the door suddenly burst open, my grin suddenly appearing at the sight of Jin oppa panting, his hands on each side of the door. "Found you," he muttered, catching his breath as he stares at Jisoo unnie. Their eyes met and I swear I have never felt so much love tension this strong in my entire life. His sweat dripping down on his face, his make up still on and I'm pretty sure that was his stage outfit he is wearing. Did he run all the way here for Jisoo unnie? Without making any noise, I swiftly made my way out of the room. But before I can even walk past Jin oppa, he grabbed me by the arm and I looked at him a little startled. "Jungkook is not feeling well," he mumbled and my heart sank immediately, worry automatically eating my emotions alive. Without even thinking, I headed straight outside of the bus where I saw one of their managers who bowed to me once I moved closer. I bowed in return and before I can even ask about Jungkook, he told me to get a few of my things as we are going to check in to the nearest hotel so the boys can rest. In a swift, I went back to the bus to grab a jacket, mask and cap, my phone, and my wallet. The bus will head to the hotel anyway so we can get our stuff later. "Jungkook, pick up..." I whispered while on the cab. He's not hurt anywhere right? Staying with them for a few weeks made me realize how heavy their work load is. All those practices, rehearsals, they get injured from time to time. I was trying to call him on his phone. I was sure the concert already ended. Was he really not feeling so well to the point that he was unable to answer my call? The manager sitting shotgun must have noticed me being tense as he smiles at my direction. "Don't worry too much Chaeyoung-ssi, Jungkook is fine. All he need is a little rest. He went overboard in performing earlier, I don't even know where he got the inspiration." he chuckled and I sigh in relief. I shake my head. I'm being so paranoid. My eyes landed on the surroundings before me, noticing the familiar establishments along the way. My brows furrowed. Please tell me I'm just being overly paranoid... "Please, not there..." I whispered, silently praying that I was wrong. My eyes landed on the familiar hotel right across the street and my heart started beating rapidly. . My heart almost stopped beating when the cab stopped right on front of the hotel I was dreading to be with, beads of sweats started forming on my forehead, I did not