My conversation with Tae has left me more of a mess than ever before. I feel so guilty that I wanted nothing more than to escape, and at the same time, I still want to run. I sigh, thinking about how far away I'd be by now if I had made it out the door. It would probably have been better if I had, since I don't think I'm capable of running away any longer.

For days now I've just been moping around the house. No one even really bothers to watch me anymore, nor does anyone have much to say to me after the last incident. One time. One time Hoseok had attempted to cheer me up, and I'd snapped. They've all kept a wide berth since then.

With the exception of Taehyung of course.

But, then again, he wouldn't be Taehyung if he was bothered by something as trivial as moodiness. Despite our talk he has returned to smiling and laughing as if... As if today were his last day. I suppose everything makes so much more sense now.

Yoongi has been spending an increasingly large amount of overtime at work, much to my chagrin. I understand that he wants to help at this point, but I'm also terrified of what will happen if he exposes me and the fact that his family is housing me. All of this, this whole situation, is just ten different kinds of fucked.

"Why so gloomy?" Tae says suddenly, voice booming from behind me.

I snap out of my reverie, nearly dropping the glass of water in my hand. The barstool wobbles in my surprise once, then twice, before I manage to save myself. Once all of my weight is once more evenly distributed I grimace, facing the man who's just almost killed me with a sour expression.

If there's one thing I've learned about Taehyung, it is that he takes everything in stride. His million megawatt smile doesn't falter in the slightest, even under the heat of my glare. I might as well save my breath.

"I just don't understand how you can be so chipper, going on as if nothing's happening. As if nothing's changed." Well shit, guess I couldn't help myself. I curse inwardly, annoyed with myself for even bringing it up.

Of course he doesn't want to think about it. I don't want to think about it, but I can't stop.

"It's very simple, actually." He tells me, still smiling like a maniac. "In this moment, I am content. Why worry about the future, when the present is so perfect?"

Although perfect is not the way I would describe this moment, I suppose I can at least try to see things from his perspective.

I wipe my hands onto my jeans, the condensation from the glass has made my hands cold and wet. Though, to be truthful, I mainly wipe them just to give my hands something to do. Any moment spent alone with Tae lately makes me a nervous wreck.

I just don't know what to do with myself.

There's no denying that I've fallen for him. But there's also no denying just how painful this entire situation is. I sigh, hoping from the barstool with little care to the world around me.

Which might be the reason that I trip. One second, I am fine, feet planted firmly onto the ground. And the next? Well. Let's just say that I've seen videos of hippos more graceful. Arms failing wildly I fall, tripping over air causing my feet to lift out from beneath me entirely.

Taehyung, bless his heart, does his best to catch me. Unfortunately for him I also try to catch myself. Of course, as a result, I end up pushing him away and increasing my downwards momentum.

I don't even have time to yell, before I know it my head connects with the sharp edge of the kitchens island counter. My head throbs and I slump to the ground pitifully.

Everything becomes so blurry, and I can hear the muffled sounds of screaming, though it sounds a million miles away.

"Chloe!" Taehyung screams. "Damn it, Jin! Jin-hyung, help!"

He turns from side to side, eyes frantic with worry, before dashing off.

"I'll be right back!" He yells.

I can feel something thick and wet against my scalp. Curiously, I reach a hand into my hair only to discover that there is blood already flowing from my head. Despite the gravity of the situation, I can't seem to find it within myself to panic at this moment.

In fact, it's almost as if I'm not controlling my body at all. A small giggle escapes from my suddenly parched throat as I inspect the crimson liquid now painted upon my trembling fingers.

And as Tae rushes into the kitchen, a harried Jin right upon his heels, my giggles only increase in volume.

"Look, Taehyungie, there's blood! It's so pretty!" I chuckle.

The look of worry upon his face intensifies instantly.

"You're not going to like this Chlie, but we've gotta take you to the hospital." Jin tells me somberly.

I'm not even certain if he intended to wait for a response, rather, he begins to immediately fire instructions to Taehyung in regards to the proper way to lift an injured person.

"Gentle Tae, I'm sure she has a concussion. We don't want to jostle her." He says, voice straining under the weight of my body.

But as they carry me to the car, I give Taehyung what seems to be the scare of his life. I can't ever remember my eyelids being so heavy before. All I want now is to take a small nap. Just a little one. I'm sure I'll be right as rain after just a little siesta.

Of course, neither Taehyung nor Jin seem to feel the same.

"Stay awake Chloe! Stay with us!" Jin yells. But my lack of any response leaves him dissatisfied and alarmed. "Tae! Keep her awake!"