"It's been a long time since I last visited you, oppa." She spoke softly as she sat herself in the empty chair beside the bed. "About a week if I'm not wrong?" She continued on in her low yet clear tone. "I've found a new job that pays a ton, so I've been quite busy actually." She paused as if waiting for an answer from the seemingly asleep person laying in the hospital bed. Of course though, no response ever came. As much as it pained her for things to be like this, she'd continue talking to him. She'd tell him about her day, about all the adventures she'd have as a photographer, she'd read him stories like he did for her when she was younger. As if he could hear her. She liked to believe that he could. Just hope that her words and stories weren't falling on deaf ears. But a part of her knew that it just wasn't true.

So I'm obviously very new here. And this is my first ongoing story of hopefully many. Not too sure where I want this story to go at the moment, but it definitely is a BTS fanfiction. I hope I do the characters justice. Please don't kill me for bad grammar, bad use of things, and whatever else decided to irk you. Constructive criticism is accepted gladly, but hate will make me like you a little less. It's great to be here and I hope for the best for this story.

- thesmilinggod