Yoongi faced her and said, "I've got something on my mind. I'm not sure how to ask you this..."

'Was he going to confess?' she wondered as her heart began to race, 'Calm down, stay calm,' she counseled her beating heart.

"....Jimin told me about the instances. You had a few run-ins with the personnel?"

'It wasn't 'instances'. It was pure torture!' She wanted to scream but held herself back. Instead, she laughed melancholically, "I was bullied...The company trip left me behind. I was not allowed to eat at the business dinner. Almost every day, I was bullied..."

He drew her into his embrace as tears streamed down her face. He felt bad for her and guilty at the same time. He should have double-checked on his workers, but he didn't. This would not have happened to her if he was more responsible. 

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. 

She gazed at him as she broke the hug. "It wasn't your fault. Instead, it was mine. I didn't have the guts to tell you about it. You don't have to apologize."

"I'll make us some tea," she said after a minute of silence. She stood up and walked into the kitchen, wiping her tears, leaving him in the living room.

She returned with two cups in her hand and a smile on her face, "Here you go..." but a small object lay beneath her feet. She stepped on it and twisted her ankle a little. She panicked when she spilled a bit of tea on his shirt, "I'm sorry!" she kept muttering senseless apologies, "Because of me, your shirt is now stained. Did it cause you any discomfort? Please accept my sincere apologies!" She used wet tissue to remove the stain from his T-shirt.

He never looked away from her, his gaze fixed on her, "Please, no more apologies. Everything is alright with me," He gave her a warm smile as he took her hands in his.

She gulped, looking into his eyes. She smiled awkwardly and placed the cups in front of them. As they sat in silence, sipping their tea, the room fell silent.

"In an hour, I'll be on my way to the mall. Is there anything else you require?" he wanted to make her feel at ease.

"Ice cream?" she cutely smiled at him.

"I'll be back shortly," He got up and made his way out of the apartment, all the while, her eyes following her like a hawk.

What was that look in his eyes? Was it pity? Was it guilt? 

Good work Minhee, you know how to make even a saint-like person that is Yoongi feel guilty.

****

"I got you some ice cream-" Yoongi was amused by what he saw in front of him. She was chasing her tail once more, which he found cute.

"Thank me later," he said as he sat on the couch, keeping a yarn ball in front of her. He thought to himself, "She'll be pissed shortly."

She looked at the ball of yarn for a moment before picking it up and playing with it. He couldn't help but take a picture of it to taunt her later. He decided to take a quick nap and sat down on the couch.

A snarl woke him an hour later. When he opened his eyes, he discovered her tangled in the strings, 'No more yarns for you!' 

He approached her and took a mental note of it.

"What will I do with you?" He untangled her strings and sat her in his lap. 

She sprang for the yarn again, but he was quick enough to dislodge it before she could make another mess. She sat on the couch, watching him enter a room she had never seen before. To be more specific, a storage room. She was so intrigued by him that she decided to follow him.

"Cats aren't permitted inside," he said, causing her to grimace. 

He took her in his arms and walked over to the couch. He sat her on his lap and peered into her curious eyes, "There are a lot of bright colors in that space, and you'll wind up making a large mess."

She gave him a gesture of understanding by nodding her head. He returned to his nap after gently laying her down on the floor.

She sat near the window, peering out the window at various things. She wanted to go out but was afraid to. Everyone might freak out if she can't control her change. 

'Curiosity killed the cat,' they say, and no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept wandering to the room he mentioned. She found herself standing in front of the room, unsure of what might lie inside. She could only satisfy her curiosity if she was in her human form. 

She turned back into a human after a few minutes of peering at the door. 

He placed towels in every room for her since he was worried about her roaming about naked in his flat. She walked back to his room and took a bath, tightening her towel over herself.

She decided to explore the room after getting dressed. She unlocked the room using the key that was hidden inside his drawer after making sure he was asleep. 

It was dark inside, and she struggled to find the switch, trying not to make any unnecessary noises that would wake him up. But something attracted her attention when she did. A piano, to be precise. As she approached it, she noticed a few notes on the music desk that she immediately recognized as hers.

Her emotions were paralyzed as she stared at the letters, fighting the urge to cry.