There's a light knock on my door, followed by a whisper, "Eunha, you okay in there?"

I tried to stop the muffled sniffles and tears behind the pillow, trying not to show my vulnerable side.

I got a text from Jin-oppa earlier, telling me that we were going to talk.

I didn't care.

All I wanted was for Jungkook to apologize.

It's just a simple thing.

I shake those thoughts out if my head, and use the voice outside as my anchor.

Clearing my throat, I answer, "Yes."

But the truth is...

I'm not okay.

I try to be okay for my members.

But it's not working.

I heard the person at the door sigh, "There's no need to hide that you're hurting, you know. You can just—"

"No, I can handle myself." I quickly object.

I'm fine.

I have to be fine.

"If you say so..." The person sighs, then proceeds to say, "Jin-oppa's here, you can come out now."

"Gimme a sec." I reply, just to fix my puffy eyes and my messy hair.

I don't really care about trying to hide myself from Jin-oppa though.

He's seen me in my darkest times.

And yet I still don't trust him.

Opening the door, I'm greeted by Jin-oppa crying.

Looking at me with glassy eyes, he says, "Eunha...you have to help Jungkook."

I feel my breath hitch at his name, "What about him?"

Jin-oppa hiccups, and stutters, "He's in the hospital, because of you."

I could feel the world turn upside down when he said that.

What happened to me...

Is happening to him.

The past is back to haunt us.

But instead of me in the hospital...

It's Jungkook in there.

"Where are you looking at?
I think you’ll be gone soon."