𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦.
― 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘝𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩
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With the end of his most recent and successful tour, BigHit has decided to grant the younger idol a three month vacation (in their words, a period to create more music and be productive). That pretty much sums up the reason as to why Taehyung is currently sobbing on his living room floor while watching the end credits of Avenger's Endgame.

"My whole childhood is over," he whines, the floodgates really not stopping at this point. He has already finished the two whole boxes of pizza he's ordered from Dominos, along with a tub of ice cream and three cans of cola. He really wasn't sticking to his diet plan but let's not talk about that now.

A phone call interrupted his mini emo fest, the tears comically stopping. "Hello?" the idol asked, not really bothered to check the caller ID. "Yah Kim Taehyung, do you want to go to- wait...are you crying?" one of his hyungs, Namjoon, called. Taehyung let out a pain cry, being reminded why he was miserable in the first place. "I went on a Marvel marathon...again."

Namjoon, although unsurprised, sighed at how the young idol spent his resting period. "Well anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to the art gallery nearby. Preferably tomorrow around three in the afternoon."

"Are you asking me because you knew I was on break and you genuinely wanted to hang out with me or you just wanted me there so I could just take your pictures?" He teased.

"A little bit of both. But mostly the latter."

"Fine. See you Asshat."

"I love you three thousand."

He hung up.

–

Namjoon agreed to simply meeting him at the venue itself instead of stopping by another area and going together. "It'll also avoid the paparazzi from crowding us in public," was what he said. Taehyung, who trusted anything his hyung said, simple hummed in agreement and was now walking down the flight of stairs to reach the elevator.

Reaching the elevator doors, he pushed the button as he hummed a simple tune. "I wonder if she's here..." the idol muttered, remembering the young lady who helped him a few days back. Something about her seemed really intriguing to him, although he can't pinpoint what. Maybe it was because of the way she doesn't recognize him as the Idol Kim Taehyung and even had the audacity to sound irritated with him since he acted like a lost puppy.

The sound of the elevator's doors opening then brought him back to reality. "Guess we'll have to see where our paths lead us."

He met with his hyung soon after. The two had such a great time with appreciating the old and newly found pieces and information present in the gallery. Just as Taehyung promised (not actually), he even took most of Namjoon's pictures rather than of the artworks.

"Thanks for accompanying me Tae. I had fun spending time with you," grinned Namjoon, his dimples showing as he did so. "No problem hyung! I'll see you next time."

The pair parted ways soon, with Namjoon leaving before him since he told the rapper that he wanted to look around a little bit more. Brown hues widen at the recognition of his neighbor (was it safe to call her that?) who lived two floors below him. The still nameless girl seemed to work here if it wasn't obvious enough from the crowd she was orienting. Interesting... he thought.

It wasn't like he was a stalker or anything (he was far from that), he just wanted to see what she was doing. The girl piqued his interest which was very rare contrary to common belief. He followed through the crowd, listening to whatever information she shared. Her voice was soft yet stern, very professional like. But whenever she started to deeply indulge into what she was saying, it felt more passionate and convincing.

Somewhere along the way of following through the crowd, the girl's doe eyes landed on him. If suddenly being caught by your neighbor listening to them while on the job wasn't awkward enough, he managed to send her a small wave.

Was I just ignored?

Time flew by quickly until his neighbor had concluded the tour, leaving the two of them alone.

"Never expected to bump into you here Minty," you started. "Minty?" Taehyung questioned, cocking his head to the side in slight confusion. The nameless girl pointed to his hair, "Your hair's mint."

"I'm pretty sure it's blue"

"I'm pretty sure it's mint. I should know."

Taehyung walked with you, although he felt like you didn't want anything to do with him. "The name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung," he introduced, deciding that giving his name was better than being called Minty. It pushed him on even more knowing that you had no idea who he is.

"Hello Taehyung, now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish my paperwork."

"Oh c'mon Ashy, won't you give me a name?" he teased, taking note of your ash grey hair. You cringed at the sudden name as you sent him a cold glare. "I mean, if you like being called Ashy then we have no problem," he pressed on further once he noticed your distaste.

"Choi Minj–"

"Minji-ah!" someone called from afar. Taehyung turned his head to where the sound came from and spotted a pouting brunette walking towards them. "It's Minji. Bye then, Taehyung," you waved before leaving.

–

The idol reached his home a few minutes after, the cold wind blowing his blue hair in all directions. He sped through the people passing by and caught up before the elevator doors were closing. Unfortunately (not really), the cables in order to reach his floor were still in order so he had to take the stairs again starting from the thirty-third floor.

Taehyung had a small smile gracing his features, the small encounter with his neighbor rushing back to him as your front door was in his line of sight. He decided not to linger any longer as that would really start to get creepy, and besides, he really needed some sleep now.

He was probably halfway the staircase before he reached his door when another pair of rushed footsteps followed right behind him. His heart rate picked up, throat suddenly dry. Taehyung lived on the top floor, so who would be visiting him this late? And if so, why were they in a rush?

Fear crept through him, the many encounters with stalkers in his past home being the cause of this emotion. He moved faster, blood rushing through his veins that he could feel the beating of his heart in his ears. A cry resonated around the staircase and he heard someone shushing their cries.

Was that a baby?

If there was one thing Taehyung could not do, then that was being able to stray away from curiosity.

"Fucking hell, Taehyung. You're really going back there just because you're curious? You are going to get yourself killed!" He argued with himself quietly, taking slow steps down the stairs.

That's it. He was going to die. He was going to undergo a slow painful death by the stairs, a few feet away from his front door and he will die because Kim Taehyung doesn't know when to back the fuck off.

How's that for a headline, Bighit?

Grey eyes met his dark brown ones, making him halt from what he was doing. There before him was a woman, a hoodie covering her small figure but was not enough to cover the cuts and bruises on her arms and neck. Another cry was heard, but it wasn't from her, but it was came from the little baby wrapped she was carrying.

"P-please...help me."

What...?