the two figures are sitting in each solo sofa in the librarium, the man stopped reading as the woman entered the library, and it is silent.

"buti naman at nagpakita kana," sana started. her limbs crossed, and face is.. pretty sure that she had just finished crying.

namjoon nodded, still not looking at sana in the eyes. he said, "pumayat ka."

sana sighed and stood up to walk closer to namjoon, "yun lang ba ang masasabi mo?" placing her hand on the sofa's arm, closing her face to him which he got away until his head bump on the sofa's, and made him lock eyes with her.

"so you're scared to love the me but not the art you've found?" sana didn't hesitate to let out a tear in her eye. her lips started to tremble, she clenches her fist tightly.

namjoon just left stun in his seat, slowly placing his hand on sana's face to remove the tear from her cheek. he said, "sana, don't cry, your beauty-"

sana slap namjoon's hand away, walking back slowly as her head shakes, and tears keep falling down. namjoon stood up, walking closer to sana, and sana quickly run out of the library as namjoon followed him.

"sana, sana!" namjoon called her, she just keeps running away. maids and butler seemed confused of what's happening, but seokjin knew what. he mumbles, "young love."

sana quickly locked the bedroom door, namjoon's sister's bedroom. she heard namjoon's voice calling her nonstop, and knocks getting harder on the door.

she slowly fell on the floor, hide her face to her knees, and continue to sob in the dim and large room. she mumbled, "four letters, love. four words, love makes you hurt."