We reached the parking lot of the hotel, “So are we getting my car tomorrow?” I took off the helmet, “yes,” Taehyung answered shutting off his bike. “O-okay, well um, t-thanks for, y’know, tonight.” I slightly mumbled, I quickly turned around to walk into the hotel until I felt him grab the hem of my shirt,



“hey,”

I turned to look at him, his brown cairngorm eyes were on mine, “Are you…” he quietly sighed, “Are you afraid of me…after tonight?” his gaze drops as if he were ashamed or knew I would say I am afraid of him. But, I’m not. As much as I tend to be easily afraid by things, Taehyung is someone I don’t see myself being afraid of.

He lets go of the hem of my shirt and rubbed the back of his neck still looking down at his boots, “nevermin-,”

“I’m not afraid of you,” my hand reached out to his chin to make him look at me, “I know you have good in you, I can feel it, I don’t want you to ever feel like you aren’t good enough because of your past” His eyes grew wide as he was shocked by my answer, “I’m not afraid,” I repeated whispering, my breathing hitched when I felt his hand reach around my waist pulling me into him, and just like that, our lips meet again.

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-the next morning-

“Goood Morrnnning,” I smiled widely as Jungkook, Namjoon, Jiae, and Hobi were in the kitchen eating some cereal. “Wow Noona, you’re in a good mood,” Jungkook smiled back. I was in a good mood, I don’t know why, but, it felt great to feel so good again.

“Where is everyone?” I asked looking around to what should be a packed kitchen. “Jin Hyung is doing a business call up in his room, Yoongi and Seoyeon are still asleep since that’s all they do, Taehyung is at the bookstore,” my heart fluttered once Namjoon mentioned his name, oh my god, why??

I saw Jiae eyeing me, she got up grabbing her purse and took the elevator out of the apartment, the boys all watched her leave and looked at one another shrugging. For some reason I feel like Jiae has a hatred towards me for some reason, we aren’t as close as we used to be, did I do something wrong to her? “Anyways,” Namjoon continued,

“And…Jimin, well, he’s out in the terrace, he hasn’t’ been in a good mood since last night.” I slowly closed my eyes and deeply exhaled, I know it is because of me, I know I have to talk to him, I just hope he will forgive me this time. Why am I so good at making people upset?? “Well, I’ll be right back,” I nervously smiled at the boys as I left the kitchen to head to the terrace to look for Jimin.

I slowly opened the door that led outside, the cool summer breeze blew my bangs out of my face. Jimin was nowhere to be seen, is he really out here? I walked out some more and surprisingly saw Jimin sitting with his back on the wall drinking…beer? So early?

“Jimin!” I walked over to him, he was taking a sip of beer from the can until his bloodshot eyes looked up at me, it looked like he hasn’t slept. He weakly smiled at me and then looked out into the view. “Jimin,” I sat down next to him, “what are you doing?” He took another sip of his beer, “What’s it looks like?” he said nothing else and continued to look out.



I licked my lips and exhale, “Jimin, I’m so so sorry of what happened last night,” He had no reaction just sitting there drinking his beer while looking out into the view not paying me any mind. I scooted in front of him trying to make him listen to me, his droopy eyes half widen as I sat close in front of his face.

“Jimin, I’m truly sorry about last night I got caught up in-,” “just stop,” He finally spoke, his voice even more softer, his eyes pan up at me again I stared at him puzzled. His hand slowly reached for mine, making my hand touch the side of his cheek, his soft petite hand melted into mine, “I just want to stay like this,” he whispered, he didn’t let go and we were like this for almost 2 minutes. He closed his eyes just feeling my hand on his face, his hand still on mine. I’m confused…is he…not mad at me?

“Jimin,” I whispered, he slowly opened his eyes. His plumped lips turned into a frown, “why?” he spoke, his voice almost cracked, I just looked back at him not sure what he means, “I’m always here,” he lightly squeezed my hand,



“Why can’t you see me that way…” he paused slowly removing my hand off of his face, his hurt face looking down at ground, “Why can’t you see me…the way you see him.” What? What does he mean? He said nothing else and storms off going back inside, leaving behind the packs of beer…and me.

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