"Taehyung... this is..."

"Bad! Really bad. I know. That's why I—"

"This is beautiful," I spoke. I could feel the tears starting to brim in my eyes.

In my hands, I held a piece of chocolate about the size of my palm. It was lopsided and kind of crumbly. The centre broke and it looked like he stuck it together with marshmallows. On the chocolate was written 'I Love yo'.

"I ran out of space when I got you the letter 'u'. And it might have broke." He cooed while scratching the nape of his neck, "kinda forgot that a heart gets narrow at the bottom."

It was beautiful. I didn't care how it looked. All that I cared about was the thought put into it. Before I knew it, salty droplets were brimming in my eyes. I was crying. The tears of joy just slipped out and streamed down my face.

"I thought you forgot about me." I cried and he held me in his arms in the busy halls. We didn't care who was looking at us. In my mind, we were alone.

"How can I forget about my angel?" He crooned and caressed my hair gently. He always manages to make me feel elated after being depressed.

"Let's go, we're gonna be late," I spoke out with a sniffle as I rubbed my nose. I was happier this time since I'm satisfied with this masterpiece in my hand.

The day just sped by from there. I was satisfied with just having this chocolate from him. It was untidy, yes, but gorgeous nonetheless. The marshmallows looked delicious and I found it so adorable how he tried to write 'I love you' on it.

Taehyung is healing me both mentally and physically. My scars have mostly faded away. The deep ones are still very visible but slowly, they were starting to disappear. It was all thanks to him. So I should become someone that he can be proud of.

We soon approached the house and were greeted by a very happy Yeontan. He's always happy to see us. It's adorable really. Taehyung and I walked into the empty house. His mom is still away on that business trip of hers but she was supposed to come back this week. Until then we were to make our own food.

"Should I make you supper?" I asked him. He looked at me confused, "why are you looking at me like that."

"I just feel like I forgot something." He spoke out and scratched his temple while he thought.

"It will come to you, come on, let's—"

"Shoot, I remember now! Irene is moving agencies soon. So I need to help her practice for the interview." He replied. He didn't even glance at me nor answer my question. Instead, he walked over to the door and put on his shoes.

"Is she really that important?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Huh? I didn't catch that."

"Nothing. So, no supper?" I asked dryly.

"I'll eat at Irene's. Should I buy you something on the way back?" He asked.

"I'll make something," I spoke but he seemed to be in a rush. "I love yo—" I tried to speak out, but he closed the door and was already on his way out. Now I know how the chocolate felt.

This is getting too much now. Just when I thought he was finally all mine again. First, it was the day at the mall when he ditched me for Irene, now it's an interview that he's ditching supper with me. Is Irene really that important to him? Maybe it's just because she's prettier than me. Anyone would prefer to be around someone who is visually appealing.

I'm not in the mood to make food anymore. I put my shoes on and threw a jacket over my shoulders before leaving the house with nothing but my phone and some cash. Back to my favourite place. Starbucks.

I ordered my usual caramel macchiato and a cinnamon roll since I wasn't feeling extremely hungry, just peckish is all. Now that I think about it, the last time I came here was with Tae. It's been a while since I've come here alone.

If there is one thing that I've learnt in my life, is that you should enjoy your own company. These days it feels like that's all I'm doing.

When I was done, about half an hour later, I started to make my way back home, hoping that I wouldn't be alone.

That night, I was exhausted. My muscles were sore and I could feel my head starting to hurt a little. It was probably from the lack of nutrients in my system. It was already 10 pm and Taehyung wasn't home yet. I was starting to get a bit worried. Even after messaging him numerous times, he didn't answer his phone.

I've thought about talking to Yoongi about this, but I've already dished out so many problems to him. I don't want to seem like a burden or anything. That, and I don't want to come across as the jealous type.

Just as I changed into my pyjamas, I heard the door open. Taehyung must be back. As I made my way downstairs to greet him but he looked tired.

"You're still awake?" He asked as I stepped closer to him. "What's wrong?" He asked again since my gaze softened.

Without uttering another word, I clung to him. My head placed on his chest as my arms wrapped around his torso. He seemed a bit startled by this but soon I felt him place one hand on my waist to pull me closer and caressed my hair with the other hand.

"My little one, what's wrong?" He asked yet again while still caressing my hair.

"Did you eat?" I asked, not moving my head from his chest.

"Yes, did you?"

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" I asked again, ignoring his question.

"My battery died." He spoke and I felt his arm tighten on my waist.

"You look tired, do you want to shower?"

"Shower? Why? Do I stink?" He asked playfully to which I giggled, "come on, let's go inside, we're still standing by the door."

I came to that realisation only once he had pointed it out. I quickly detached myself from him and moved aside to let him pass.

"Aww. Now I wish I just kept quiet," He spoke as I looked at him confused, "you let me go."

"I- I'm sorry. I just... though..." I stammered.

Suddenly, he walked closer to me and placed his lips on my temple to peck it as a greeting.

"Princess, let's go to bed, you look tired too," he cooed as he held my hand and walked up the stairs with me, "I'll go shower since I stink."

The next day, the school was all the same. The days just seem to drag by when you don't want them too. My birthday is this Saturday and I can't wait to spend it with them. I may not seem excited but I am. I really am. This will be the first birthday where I actually get to celebrate. Plus, I'm turning 18.

We're currently at lunch after having all of our morning classes done. Today's menu is spaghetti and meatballs. It's a simple dish but when I see it, I think of that first day that Taehyung confessed to me. How he told his mom that I'm his girlfriend. Sitting with them around the table while eating her spaghetti and meatballs. The way she teased Taehyung for staring at me. All of these memories will always be dear to me.

The guys are eating so quietly too. You know that a person is enjoying something when they eat in silence. Breaking that adorned silence, however, was the model herself. Irene. She came to our table and parked herself on the seat across from Tae.

I was in a good mood today, so I tried my hardest to ignore her. The whole day, in fact, was good. When you don't pay mind to your problems, it helps you escape sometimes.

During the last class of the day, I had started zoning out, thinking about what I wanted to do for my birthday. I should ask Jungkook for some ideas since he's the one that proposed it to me.

The bell rang and we were finally let free. I was about to ask Taehyung to come with me, but before I could, he spoke.

"Y/n, Irene asked me to help her again. I'm gonna leave first, is that fine?" He asked.

Why does he ask me if it's fine? Will he stay if I said it isn't fine? He's going to go in any case like he always does, so I don't see the point in asking.

"Yeah... sure," I spoke out timidly as people started to leave the class. "Go ahead. I'll see you later."

Taehyung then pecked me on my temple and left without even uttering a goodbye to me. I shrugged it off and just started to pack away my things to go see Jungkook and ask if he wants to walk home together.

By the time I got to his class, I saw him walking out with Jimin.

"Noona? What's wrong?" He asked.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to walk home together," I said as Jimin kept looking back at us.

"Ah, just give me a minute. I want to talk to Jimin alone real quick."

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