I was quiet the next day. Acknowledging my bruises that were left on my body.

I ate silently, staring out the window.

How do I help him?

I laughed. Not hysterically but at myself. 'Wow, I'm pathetic.' I thought to myself as I stood up and went to rinse the bowl.

~

"Don't you have another appointment Jiji?" Hyeon asked and looked at me suspiciously.

"Yeah. But I'm choosing not to go. I called in sick." I muttered. I softly ran my fingers over the wound on my arm from my desk.

I was still in shock that I just witnessed V. Taehyung was right.

He is dangerous.

"Well, do you want to watch a movie?" Hyeon carefully asked as I got lost in my own thought.

"Oh, uh, sure." I replied before unlocking my phone and checking the message Taehyung sent.

'I heard you aren't coming to the appointment.'

'Yeah. I can't come today.'

'Look if it's because of me, I didn't mean to scare you like that. I lost control.'

I decided not to reply. "Should I start the movie now, Ji?" Hyeon popped open the cd case.

I nodded and locked my phone, setting it down on the coffee table.

~

I stared up at the ceiling. What to do now? Hyeon left five minutes ago.

There was a soft knock on my door. I glanced at my watch which said it was 10 pm.

I groaned and stood up. "I'm coming!" I yelled, exasperated.

I swung open the door to find Taehyung.

I analyzed him, seeing as he's wearing a simple black sweater that he has rolled up to his forearm and leather jeans that brought out the color of his white converse shoes.

His eyes gazed over and he tried smiling.

"W-What are you doing here?" I felt fear take over my body. I was surprised I was scared of him.

I wasn't scared of him. I was scared of V.

"I wanted to properly apologize." He stuffed his hands in his pocket before I realized that I didn't move to let him in.

"Right." I let out hesitantly but still stepped aside for him to come in.

~

I handed him his cup of tea as he sat down on the couch.

An awkward silence fell upon us before he cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Can we forget about what happened? I promise I'll control myself next time." He muttered and set his cup down on the coffee table.

"How could I forget?" I lifted up my sleeves and showed him my bruises.

He cringed and looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"That wasn't me. That was him. Not me. Not Taehyung." He tried reasoning.

I carefully grabbed his hand which shut him up.

"I know. And that's why I'm going to give you a second chance."

"I really want to get close to you, Ji." He warmly smiled.

I let out a small laugh, "As I want to get close to you Mr. Kim Taehyung." I let the tip of my finger gently tap his nose.

He crinkled his nose as if he was a small child.

"Yah! I'm your Oppa!" He pouted and tried to hide his smile.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Fine. 'Oppa'." I teased as his eyes lit up.