Hana in problem

"Y/n, speak up," I said.

"What is there to tell? Every day, I work hard, to prove myself to my dad that I want to do what I want and I can do it. Every day, there's something I worry about. My father is ready to do anything. I know how vulnerable he is. Because of him, my friends might be in danger, or you and your members or even my brother." She paused.

"It feels like you want something but your parents just don't let you buy it. I want to get into a makeup job but my father would be destroying everything just because he doesn't like it. Now also, I feel like quitting the job cause I don't want you guys to get hurt because of me. You'll never know what he's up to." Tears started flowing from her eyes.

"Entire South Korea knows about me sneaking out, staying at my friends' house, my dream job, and other things. Everyone shows hatred. Negative comments, judging me, seeing me as someone from a different planet, deciding how I should live, and on top of that, two bodyguards always following me and informing my doings to my father... I'm just fed up. I'm fed up with this life." She completely broke down.

I was shocked to hear her say these things. She's going through a lot than anyone can imagine.

"How will I get time to look after myself when I can't even look after my closed ones? I run here and there, making sure nothing happens. During those times, I never have an appetite and I end up fainting." She said.

"Y/n," I said and hugged her. I wish I was with her to make her life how she wanted.

"I think you need to wash, before making it a mess." She said. I chuckled and broke the hug.

"Ok, I'll go wash it," I said.

"Wait here." She said and headed to her washroom. She came back soon, with three bottles in her hand.

"This one's for the body, this for hair, and use this at the last." She said, giving them one by one.

"Thanks," I said and headed to my room to wash it off.

I came out soon, to see Y/n fixing something.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Um... I'm fixing this drawer so you can keep your things." She said and finished with it.

"You know how to do all these?" I asked.

"If you have to survive on your own, you've got to learn them. And I was just blabbering stuff. Don't take them seriously,"

"It's ok. Sometimes you need to open your heart to reduce the pressure," She agreed.

"You still have some paint on your face." She said.

"Oh, that. I tried to remove it but it didn't come." I said and tried wiping it off my face, it still didn't go.

"Is it? Ok, I'll see if I have something else." She said and left to her room.

I sat on the bed and thought about her. Something about her attracted me. She has a unique talent and she's also really friendly. If the world had known her in a good way, everyone would admire her. I have to do something, to make her happy.

She came back with a liquid in her hand. She asked me to sit on a chair and bend my head, backward.

She started applying it to my face. I didn't ask her what it was cause I trust her. What more do I need?

After applying it all over my face, she asked me to sit straight.

"Wash your face and see if it's gone. If it is not, I'll get another one." She said. I washed my face and luckily it was gone.

"It's gone," I shouted from the bathroom.

"Great!" She said. I walked back out.

"I'm going to pick up Hana. You coming?" She asked. I nodded and we both left for the supermarket.

We talked and laughed a lot during the ride. We soon reached the store and we got in.

Y/n's POV

I got in and looked for Hana. She was nowhere to be found. I walked into the staff room and Taehyung followed. As soon as I got in, I was shocked to see the store head, the girl who always had her eye on us both was twisting Hana's hand, making her shout in pain.

I hurried in and pushed the girl away from her. I held the girl's collar and banged her back to the locker and looked her in the eyes.

"Don't you dare try to mess with her... You don't know who you're dealing with." I said and let go of her.

"Are you ok?" I asked, looking at her. She nodded her head.

"You are fired," she said looking at Hana.

"Who are you to say that? Go tell your boss, she won't work here from now on. She doesn't even deserve to be working for him. She'll find a better job and be successful, unlike you." I said and walked away holding Taehyung and Hana's hand.

We got back in the car and I drove to the hospital. I was mad at Hana, really mad.

"Y/n-" I cut her.

"Taehyung, I am not in the mood to talk now," I said, indirectly to her.

The ride was silent. We reached the hospital and she headed to check up with the doctor. She came back with plaster in her hand.

"She has to take rest until her hand gets healed," Taehyung said.

"How long has she been doing this?" I asked.

"A...a week." She said. I was shocked.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I should've told you be-" I cut her.

"Should've told when I find out, myself?" I asked, feeling pissed.

"What if she was asked to do this by my father? What if it was someone else, instead of her? What if I was not able to see you? I don't want to lose you." I burst.

Hana hugged me and hugged her back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry about it." She said.

"Don't cry. Everything's fine." Taehyung said and hugged us both.

"Is it Taehyung hugging me?" She whispered in my ear. I giggled at her shocked reaction.

"Let's go home," I said and we all got in the car and headed home.

TBC~