~Hae Ja~
I finally get home and I just stand there, staring up at the familiar structure. "Omo omo omo! Is that our Hae Ja?" I hear one of the ahjummas from the neighborhood ask and I look at them. "Omo! It is!" She walks over, pulling me into a hug. "How are you? I haven't seen you for years!" "I've been abroad for health issues." I smile at her and she smiles back. "All of those boys moved out of the house next door and I haven't seen them since." She informs me, knowing that Jungkook had been my boyfriend. "It's okay," I excuse myself, pulling out the keys that eomma had sent to me. Unlocking the door, I go inside and eomma jumps out from behind the couch yelling "Welcome back!" Laughter bubbled up from my lips and soon I was bent over, at a loss of words. "Mwuh? Why are you laughing at me?" Eomma asks, confused. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm just happy to be home." Eomma smiles at me but suddenly puts on a serious face. "I have something to tell you." I gulp, knowing that it might not be good. "Me and your father are going on vacation since we both retired." My jaw drops. "So your just going to leave your only daughter in this house alone?" She puts her hands on her hips, glaring at me. "Ya! I've had to pay your hospital bills for the past years, so don't even complain." I look away, knowing she was right. "Ah, I got you a job at your old high school. Actually it's two jobs. One of them is helping teach the Art classes and the other is the dance assistant. I left everything that you'll need on your desk. I'm going to miss the flight." Eomma quickly runs upstairs and comes down with a suitcase before racing out the door. "You're just going to leave me here right when I get back!" I yell after her and I hear the car peel out of the driveway. Sighing, I walk around the house and notice that most of eomma and appa's stuff wasn't here. I guess they had a plan to leave the house to me and move somewhere else. Going up to my room, I slowly walk around it, stopping at my desk and picking up a photo of all of the boys grinning at the arcade. Quickly putting it down, I squash the thought of missing them, by now they must've forgotten about me. Changing into

And checking the fridge to see if there was any food in it. There wasn't. Typical eomma. Checking my desk, I find a credit card that had a post it note with 'Food Money' written on it. Slipping it into my pocket, I grab my phone and keys, locking the door behind me. Going out to the garage, I find my old bike and make sure it's still in working condition. Thankfully, it is. Biking to the store, I lock up the bike and go inside, grabbing a basket. After buying all the things that I think I'm going to need, I put them in the back basket of my bike and go back home, restocking the fridge. Glancing at my watch, I see that's it's almost dinnertime and make myself some ramyun. After I eat, I decide to see what eomma had left on my desk and find a bunch of things. There were the papers for my teaching, my drivers license, credit cards, but what caught my eye was the shoebox filled with pictures. Picking up the picture on the top, I almost drop it. It's a picture of all the boys standing with their backs to the fans. They'd taken a picture so I could see how they were doing. Putting the box in my closet, I sit down on my bed, thinking back to when I'd finally gotten my voice back. I'd been sitting in my room looking through the pictures on my phone again, memorizing every single thing I could about all of the boys. I desperately wanted to see them, talk to them, hug them. Instead, I couldn't even be in the same country as them. I knew that if I saw them again, they might hate me for leaving them. I knew they might welcome me back with open arms. But I wasn't going to let it be that easy for me. I left them without a choice, and they know that; but if I come back into their lives without their choice, it wouldn't be so much as barging in, than intruding. That day, I promised myself that I would be able to talk in the next year. I would be able to talk and sing like I used to so I could go back to Korea. I won't let my heart get in the way of their lives again. At that moment, something had lifted off of my chest and I could hear myself whispering Kookies name. I'd called eomma right away and asked her if she could hear me. Instead of answering, she started sobbing and I stayed on the phone until she calmed down enough. "I hope you can come home soon." She sniffles as we talk about a lot of things until the nurse came in. "Oh My God! You can finally talk!" She squeals and runs out, leading a doctor in. Coming back to myself sitting on my bed, I shake my head, pushing the memory away and getting ready for bed. According to my work schedule, my first day was tomorrow. I set my alarm clock before climbing into bed and instantly falling asleep.
I wake up to my alarm clock and I quickly turn it off, groaning and dragging myself into the bathroom. After ten minutes, I'm dressed

and I bike to my old high school, surprised that it still looked the same. After locking up my bike, I go up to the staff room and take a deep breath before opening the door.

Notes

Sorry if it's too long. I just want to write a lot!!! I'll have more of the Bangtan Boys in the next chapter. Comment, subscribe and vote please!!!