The familiar sound of the bell above the coffee shop hit my ears as I breathed in the scent of the coffee beans. Glancing around the shop, I spotted him. His hair was fluffed out over the tops of his eyes and he had a mask around his chin. I took in his posture which seemed off to me. His leg was bouncing up and down at a rapid pace and his shoulders were slouched forward. His elbows rested on the table to hold his head up which was intensely staring out the window. I walked over to the table quietly, still observing his position.

"Hey Taehyung," I said calmly, still wondering why he had called me here so suddenly. His head turned sharply to connect his eyes with mine and before I could even comprehend what he was doing, I was engulfed into his warm protective arms. My body went stiff with confusion and utter shock before realizing that he was hugging me. I wrapped my arms around his torso as he tightened his grip on mine, burying his face in my neck. Breathing a sigh into my hair, he finally let go and pulled a chair out for me before taking his own seat across from me. Still staring at him in confusion, I sat down, crossing my leg over each other.

"Mihyun," He stopped, breathing out a sigh, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I was taken aback by how broken and sad his voice sounded. My eyebrows scrunched together to further show my confusion.

"What are you talking about, Tae?" I asked with concern for how sad he sounded.

"About the tweets, Mi," My breath caught in my throat and my head lowered to look at the table, "Is that what had you acting so off this morning? I knew that something must've woken you up and I noticed that my phone wasn't in the place where I left it this morning when I woke up. Your behavior had been bothering me all morning and I never actually got a chance to look at my phone until about three minutes before I texted you and that was when I put all the pieces together." He explained.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to worry about me or see the way that they affected me, so I didn't tell you," I said, on the verge of tears.

"Mih-" He started to say my name. But I cut him off quickly.

"Don't worry about me though. I know they aren't true and they are just jealous fans. So, please don't waste your time worrying because I'm perfectly fine. You've got more important thing to worry about." I said, finally looking up at him while trying, as if my life was going to end, to stop myself from letting a tear fall from my eye.

"No. No Mihyun. I'm not just going to forget about this. I know you well enough to know you're not fine. I'll be letting my company know that they are harassing you and this will be taken care of the correct way." His sad voice had turned into a slightly angry tone.

"But, it's not that serious. You don't need to get your company involved." My voice broke just when I was trying to be assertive and tell him it wasn't a big deal and my body betrayed my voice, letting a tear stream down my face. It sliced straight through any fake fronts that I had been fighting to keep up. I watched as his hard eyes seemed to melt as they pierced into my own. His warm hand reached up to my cheek, wiping away the tears and caressing my skin. I leaned into his gentle touch and he moved his hand down to grasp my own which was resting on the table. Intertwining his long fingers with my own his deep voice cut the suffocating silence.

"I'm telling my company. I can't bear seeing you cry over something that I can fix." His sincerity wrapped my heart in a layer of warmth and I moved his hand to wrap both of mine around it.

"Thank you, Taehyung," I said in a hushed whisper.

"I'd do anything just to see you smile. Nothing will ever change that. I'll never let anyone hurt you." I melted into his warm voice like butter in a saucepan. My heart sizzled with the warmth from his hands and every inch of me was itching to wrap my arms around him and squeeze until the only thing I was aware of was him. His consistent and calm breathing, his metronome of a heartbeat which always seemed to conduct mine back into rhythm when he could tell I was losing track of it, his alluring eyes as captivating as a mosaic of swirled coffee, milk, and lowlights of the deepest color of the night, as if he had reached out and grabbed a handful of the stars to sprinkle them into his eyes like eye drops.

"Will you meet me at the studio around 5:30 tonight? I'm working on something and I've been wanting to show it to you." He asked me while giving my hands a gentle squeeze.

"Sure, I'd love to. Will I be able to get into the building without you?" I asked.

"Of course, all the staff knows who you are because I constantly talk to them about you. I mean, it got to the point where the boys started scolding me for always bringing you up when we weren't together." He giggled as he told me this and my heart danced around my chest. I hoped he couldn't feel my pulse quicken while he held my hands.

"Okay, well I will meet you there at 5:30," I said, ignoring the roses which had bloomed on my cheeks. My phone buzzed in my lap and I reluctantly looked down to see a message from the managers of the actors I was photographing earlier before it started raining. They were letting me know that they would be happy to resume the shoot as it seemed to stop raining. I looked up at Taehyung and he grinned knowingly at me.

"Work?" He inquired.

"Yes, but I don't want to go! I want to stay here with you." I whined while bringing up his hand to place it against my cheek while widening my eyes and jabbing out my bottom lip.

"That sounds like a dream but I have to get back as well. I left the dorm in a rush without telling the boys where I was going and they've been texting me non-stop this whole time." He said with a bit of guilt.

"Taehyung! They are probably worried sick! It's not like you to go running out of the dorm without telling at least one of them what's going on." I scolded.

"I told Jiminie about the twitter posts because he was standing right next to me while I was checking my phone but I didn't tell him where I was going." He said, trying to justify how confused he just made the other six boys.

"Well, as much as I don't want you to go, we both have somewhere to be." I whined again, "I'll meet you at 5:30, okay?" I leaned into his palm before setting it back on the table.

"Okay, I will see you then." He pulled me up from my chair and tugged me towards his body to be encased in what was to me, the physical form of a dream. I snuggled into him and hummed as he leaned down to leave a kiss on the top of my forehead.

After parting ways and grabbing my equipment from my apartment, I got back to the area of the park where we were taking pictures. The shoot went quicker than expected and was over in about an hour, which left me some time to go back to my apartment and relax a bit before going to meet Taehyung. 

I lugged myself up the stairs and unlocked my door, flopping down onto my bed, which was even more satisfying to lay down on since I had just got a new set of sheets and a very fuzzy blanket which Skittles was more than happy to claim as his. He had somehow found a way to roll himself up into a blanket burrito all on his own and he was so comfortable that little snores were slipping out of his mouth. I pet the part of his head which was sticking out of the feline fajita and rolled over to pull my phone out of my back pocket. I opened Spotify and waited for the music to flood the room.

♫ Yeah you say it's all pretend but then you lift me off the ground, Oh I think I'm in a time machine, I keep living in the past, But nothing ever matters cause nothing ever lasts, Forget the world, It's just us two, And when you do, Just think of what we've been through, Who am I? Who am I to you? ♫

I found it hard to keep my eyes open as I listened to the soothing voice. The melody seemed to collect into a force which was slowly drooping over me, causing my whole body to meld into the bed a little bit more and drift into a shallow sleep. 

A soft tickle against my nose made me scrunch my face together and I fluttered my eyes open to see a fuzzy being sitting directly on my chest with its gleaming green eyes inspecting me while fully invested in sniffing my nose. 

I reached my arm out to grab my phone which still laid on my bed, just with a different song pouring out the tiny speaker. I checked the time and felt my eyes bubble out of their sockets momentarily as I noticed it was already 5:25 and I was going to be late. 

I wrapped my hands around the fluffy ball who had laid down on my chest after finishing his examination of my nose and much to his disapproval, moved him onto a bunched up area of the fluffy blanket, to which he cuddled into and went back to sleep. 

I jumped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom to make sure I hadn't smudged the makeup I had put on the morning, to my amazement, I was not looking at a reflection of a raccoon but all of the makeup was still in place. Grabbing my purse on the way out the door and nearly tripping face first into the wall because of my neglected shoelaces, I jogged down the stairs and made my way to the company building which I had planned on walking to because it was just a few blocks away. 

When I arrived at the building, I flattened down the stray strands of hair which had flown out of order during my speed walk. I pulled the cold door handle and was greeted by the scent of window cleaner when I stepped inside, making my way to the front desk, I introduce myself and was met with a bright smile from the woman behind the counter.

"Oh! You must be here to see Taehyung, right?" She asked with a kind tone and a slight giggle.

"Yes, that's right," I replied with a smile back at her.

"Do you know where his office is?" She asked.

"Yes, I do," I replied.

"Alright! Well, you are all set then." She concluded and I shot her another smile and checked my phone to see that I was only fifteen minutes late. I made my way down the left hallway until I stopped when I noticed his door was open. This seemed a bit unusual but I assumed it was just because he knew I would be showing up soon. 

I grinned and walked to his room. I lightly knocked on the wall beside the room before glancing in to see my boyfriend, sitting in his desk chair with another girl's lips attached to his own.

My eyes stung and I gasped as if all the air had left my body in an attempt to get me out of there as well. My brain melted and froze and melted and froze again like a flickering light as it tried to calculate and take in the scene before me.

My lips parted and my eyes examined what was in front of me. The petite waist of the girl who had seated herself on his lap and the way her long straight hair was a dark waterfall on her back. The way his gentle hands were placed on the front of her hips almost as if he was pushing her away. How his shoulders appeared tensed in his white tee shirt and flannel. 

I looked at their interlocked lips and saw how his weren't moving and eyes were two times wider than usual while hers were closed, as if expecting and waiting for him to respond to whatever she was doing but he was resisting and caught in time. 

As much as I wanted to walk in there and approach this aggressively towards the both of them, I knew only one was at fault. All thoughts that were swimming through me halted when they both acknowledged my presence in the small room which had seemed to shrink with all of the space being taken up by our thoughts which could no longer be contained in the small area provided by our bodies. 

The female shot up in his lap and then found herself almost on the floor from the strength of his two hands forcefully pushing her off of him, just like it seemed that had been waiting to do. She looked at me, then at him and sauntered her way out of the room, sending me a smirk with a rise of one perfectly draw-on eyebrow. 

His honey-hazel eyes were a burning hurricane of emotions as he watched her walk out of the room. He remained seated in his chair and let his eyes slide over to meet my form, which was in the middle of a war with itself as it still tried to determine what was going on. The brewing storm in his eyes was ready to release a tsunami of tears but he wouldn't let himself. 

Standing up and walking over to my frozen form, I looked deeper into his eyes to see emotions that I couldn't separate from each other. I carded through them like looking through old polaroids. There was anger and resent, accompanied by fear and anguish, but encompassing them all was guilt. It was like a poisonous vine which had begun to wrap itself around everything and suffocate them until they became another part of itself. I was drowning in the silence, waiting for him to say something but it seemed as though his voice was suffocated as well.

"Tae-" My voice was even more strangled than I thought it was but I couldn't finish as his voice pierced through mine.

"Don't. Just go." His usual warm words were like icicle daggers.

"What? What are you-" I started to ask, my voice crumbling even more.

"I said go! Just leave!" His hurricane eyes left my own and he stared at the bleak wall behind me. As if looking at me was going to hurt him.

"Look, I don't know what you are trying to do right now, but I know you weren't kissing her back. I know you weren't kissing her. I know you weren't cheating on me." I let my voice go even though it was flooded with too much emotion. My cheeks burned with stripes of tears as they sliced down my face. His eyes snapped back to my broken being. They calmed for a second before roaring back into action, his irises dripped with guilt. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to tell him it's okay. I wanted to wrap up in his warm chest and let all of my stress drip to the floor.

"Please, just leave," His whole body began to shake. "And don't come back."

-end of flashback-

"..and since then, my life has become something that the word 'mess' does not give justice. I wake up every morning to go through the motions of my life. I text him and call him. It's like I'm perpetually living life in the same heartbroken routine. I've tried to get over him. I've tried to forget about it. I forgave him from the beginning but he wouldn't listen. No matter how hard I try to give up on him and give up on my heart which has been told numerous time that it will never go back to being whole, I can't help it because I'm still in love with him despite the fact that it is clear he doesn't love me back." I finished. By the time I had finished explaining everything that was responsible for the way my life was like, my eyes were drowning in tears and my cheeks were sticky with layers of the salt-water streams. 

Yoongi sat in front of me with a look of sympathy. He looked sad but also agitated at the same time.

"I-I really don't know what to say to you, Mihyun. I'm so sorry." He seemed to struggle out. I sent him a tearful and close-lipped smile.

"It's okay. Thank you for listening. Even though I know he's probably been doing fine, please take care of Taehyung for me and make sure he doesn't get hurt or sick or anything with your busy schedule." I said quietly, wishing it was me who got to take care of the man I still loved.