3 Tear

"Hello, Halmeoni." Bae Jihyun has already left her little niece to her family while she drove to the cemetery by herself.

She carefully cleaned the leaves and dirt off the headstone in front of her before offering the bouquet of flowers in hands. Tears fell down from her eyes as she said. "I'm sorry for not being able to visit you this past few years I was—" she choked. "Jihyun missed you so much."

Bae Jihyun didn't think that it would be all too late when she returned to Korea. She didn't even have the chance to speak to her beloved Grandmother who spoiled her rotten in the past.

"I've been doing okay in Canada," she controlled her breathing to calm down. "Did you know that in their school, they don't have any uniform the students need to wear?"

Jihyun laughed as she began to recall her days in Canada. It was difficult, she can't deny that. The culture and the language were completely different that Bae Jihyun felt that she has transmitted to another world instead. She talked about the weather, the bullies, the hospital, the food, her family, and everything under the sun.

Even though she was, in reality, talking to herself, Jihyun somehow felt the warmth of a hug as if her Grandmother was indeed beside her and listening to her stories.

A car rumbled from the distance which woke her from a stupor. She glanced at her watch and said: "I have to go, Halmeoni." She frowned.

The night is getting colder, making her whole body tremble. Bae Jihyun couldn't stop the sneeze coming out of her mouth. "Or else my Dad will smack my bum."

Bae Jihyun tidied up her mess before finally standing up from the ground. Unfortunately, after staying at the squatting position for so long, her legs already fell asleep. She fell back on the ground and grazed her knee on the corner of the headstone in the process. She screamed in pain but she was more worried about her Grandma. The little figure also didn't notice a small paper flew out of her bag and silently flowed down among the grass.

"Are you okay, Halmeoni!?" She panicked and looked at the headstone. Thankfully, it didn't topple nor even got a scratch.

It was a bit silly for her to worry about it in the first place.

With a sigh of relief, she grabs a tissue to wipe away the blood that got on the headstone. "A-aigoo-" She stood up in difficulty, her knees aching in pain. "My dad will definitely kill me."

With an anxious heart, Bae Jihyun took hurried but careful steps to the parking lot.

She has no idea that after a few minutes... "Halmeoni—" a voice sounded out. It was low and attractive making anyone who could hear it flutter.

Kim Taehyung appeared before a gravestone. He was going to greet his Grandmother until he finally noticed how it seemed to have been recently cleaned.

"Who…?" The man's eyes firmly set on the bouquet of flowers left on the ground. It didn't seem special, family comes and goes to visit his Grandma after all. What made his heart shook was the kind of flower it was.

Baby's Breath.

It was a simple white flower which only looked like weeds to other people's eyes. For his Grandmother though, it was her favorite ones, and this fact was only known to his parents, him, and…

Her.

"Jihyun?"

Taehyung turned his around and called with a loud voice. Unfortunately, no one responded to him, merely a gust of the wind as a piece of paper flew and smacked him right at his blanked face.

"What the-!?" The man thought it was a bee and slapped it away. The touch on his palm and the noise it made told him he was wrong though.

He opened his eyes and saw a paper slowly fluttering in the wind and landing in a pile of mud— "Ah!" Without thinking, Kim Taehyung dived in to save the paper. The mud splashed on his body and even stained his face and blue hair.

"Hyung will kill me—" and so will the stylists. He glanced down at the muddy shirt and pants he was wearing. It looked simple but it was actually his favorite Gucci product.

He sighed, massaging his forehead. He felt like ever since the fansign event, he hasn't been acting like himself.

"What are you anyway?" Kim Taehyung scowled at the piece of paper.

It was blank.

The man almost ripped it into pieces before he subconsciously turns the page around… and there he saw.....

His own face.

Below it was his name "Kim Taehyung" filled with hesitation and sorrow… it was followed by a single "I" and nothing else. The corners were crumpled and Kim Taehyung noticed was a wet patch on the sketch as if the writer couldn't help but cry.

An image of Bae Jihyun appeared in his eyes. She was sitting in the corner, gripping on to her pencil with one hand while the other clutched into the book to stop her emotions from overwhelming her. With a lowered head, she cried silently amidst the cheery and heartfelt screams of his fans. It seemed like she wanted to stand and walk closer to him but she stopped herself from going over.

In the end, Jihyun couldn't take it anymore and gripped the page to rip it off her book.

Taehyung's eyes darkened. He held the book that was given to him by the little girl and just as he thought, the ripped page matched the weird marks left on the very last page of the book. He didn't think of it too much when he saw this the first time. Maybe Bae Jihyun made a mistake and ripped it off in anger so the man just laughed it off.

But now, Taehyung has just realized that the truth was like this.

That little devil actually dared to rip the most important page of the sketchbook!

Kim Taehyung went livid. He glared at the small string of numbers that were left in the smallest writing as possible. It was so faint as the writer already erased but clearly, she didn't rub it off enough.

Without hesitation, Taehyung grabbed his phone to dial the number using his long slender fingers. There was no hesitation indeed, but anxiousness covered his whole body. He began to sweat in fear but his large eyes were shining with one single emotion…

Hope.

♪ A sound of something breaking ♪

The man froze.