[A month later]

[Yoongi’s p.o.v.]

I was feeling way better. My depression was getting better and I even though I felt guilty, I tried to stop blaming myself.

It was a sunny day and I decide to call Namjoon. He was the head of RM publications, my friend and publisher. His father was the one who had diagnosed Daxia noona with schizophrenia.

“Hey hyung, how’s it going?” he spoke to me in English. He was the one who helped me in improving my language skills.

“Pretty good” I said. Holly had come to me for attention. She always made my heart melt. I gave her a treat.

“Wow you sound happier. I heard from Taehyung that you are getting better” he said happily.

“Yeah. So what do you think of haunted souls?” I asked him.

“The book is good but it’s unrealistic. Trying out a different genre huh?” he asked

“Yeah” I laughed.

‘Unrealistic? Oh you have no idea’ I thought to myself smirking and petting Holly.