KWON CHAERIN.

I opened a small creak on his bedroom door, letting the lights from the living room soaked in through the small gap, becoming a source of light of the poorly lighted bedroom. As I opened the gap bigger, my shadow was presented beneath me. "Taehyung?" I called and proceeded forward.

When the light shone on his face, Taehyung shifted on his bed before he slowly sat up, scratching the back of his head as his eyes landed to me, still in sleepy state. He shook his head and blinked his eyes several times before taking his hearing aid from the bedside table. He also took a paper and pencil.

'What's wrong, Chaerin? It's two in the morning.' He showed me the paper after checking the digital clock that shows two and fifteen.

"I ― I can't sleep," I stammered, playing with my fingers as guilty pressure weighed my chest. I felt bad for disturbing Taehyung in this unearthly hour.

He hopped off of his bed, making his way to the switch and flicked the lights open. He walked towards me, draping his arms on my neck, giving my a back hug as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

'Then? Are you asking me to sleep with you?' This time, he showed me his phone screen, I could feel his smirk as well.

That message sounded so... wrong.

"W ― What on earth did you just say? Who taught you the art of seduction? You are still ten years early for that," I quickly responded, shoving his arms away from my body as my thoughts began roaming into different levels.

He jutted the bottom of his lips. 'What are you saying? It's not like we're going to do something dirty! Aw~ seems like my Chaerin has grown up and really want to get married soon, huh?' He teased me with his messages even more, smirk grew wider.

"I'm not!" I yelled in denial, but that little demon seemingly not affected by it. He kept smirking which eventually turned into chuckles.

'Then what are you doing in my room now? It is two in morning, Chaerin. You're so good at deciding time. No one can hear us that way.' He showed another message while giggling to himself. That one text made my blood soared on my cheeks, red hues took over my whole feature as he continued laughing.

"Taehyung, you demon!" I got my revenge by tickling both sides of his hips, which made him laugh even more, tears forming on his eyes.

I continued tickling until eventually the both of us fell onto his bed, he managed to type something on his phone in between his laughter. 'Stop it you evil woman! I seriously can't. Your expression was priceless though!' The message read and I had finally stopped tickling him, rolling on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Truth to be told, I don't even know why did I wake you up. Just wanted to talk to you, I guess?" I heaved a sigh, placing an arm on my forehead, white ceiling was still in my view.

The air conditioner sound and ticking clock were the two things I could hear momentarily, plus the sound of dogs barking outside.

'Do you maybe have thoughts you could not get rid?' He showed his phone screen again, giving my another  hug, snuggling his face onto the crook of my neck.

"I don't know, Tae. It's just... a lot has happened in my life, and sometimes everything feels so surreal, and at some points, it feels so real to the point where I could not believe it." Like our relationship for instance. Still could not show how thankful I was for having the chance to stand by his side.

'Uhm stop thinking too much then, just enjoy your life. Your face is getting wrinkles if you think too much about life.' I could feel another smirk when he showed me that message.

"Taehyung, I swear I've never seen you being so playful before." I shifted my body, facing him and ruffled his hair.

He smiled at me once I finished messing his hair. 'I have something to show you, Chaerin. Come." He jumped down from the bed, exiting his bedroom and I did like what he told me to do; follow him.

Taehyung went to his workplace at the corner of the living room, sitting on the chair as he dug into the shelves under the desk. While me here, sitting on the sofa, putting up a quizzical expression.

After minutes of roaming, he finally pulled a sketchbook out from it, blowing the dust on the cover of the book and wiped it with the hem of his pyjamas, sacrificing his personal hygiene just to clean the cover.

He then walked towards where I was sitting while my eyes were being distracted by his full body appearance ― pyjamas and bed hair, looking so good even in sleeping attire and look.

Taehyung took a seat next to me, moving closer and opened the sketchbook for both of us to see.

At the first page, I could see a picture of two little kids; one girl and one boy were together on a playground. The girl cried while sitting on the swing, the boy offered him a flower. Of course this scene was way too familiar for me. This was the first time when Taehyung and I had first interaction.

Curiously, I flipped to the next page and saw resemblance of Taehyung and I feeding fishes together at the bridge we often go.

Pages after that were filled with sketches of me. Mostly in school uniform.

As I went through the pages after pages, I came into a realization that this whole sketchbook contained all the moments we had created together; a book dedicated to our lives.

I closed the book and saw 'Our Days' written on it. "Taehyung, did you...?" My ability of arranging words suddenly disappeared. My throat felt dry and a lump formed, wanting to cry my heart out. In happiness, of course.

'This, my dear, is what I've been doing to release all of my thoughts about life, you can give a try to if you'd like.' He smiled at me while showing a piece of paper. 'And you know what? These sketches of you are actually those days I spent admiring you secretly. Moments inside this book are actually the days when my love towards you grows even more each day.' He took the sketchbook from my lap and flipped through the pages.

Tears cascading from my eyes as I could feel my body being dragged into his embrace, warmth radiating throughout my body. "Kim Taehyung how dare you! It's a sin to make me cry like this, you know." I chuckled as I snuggled deeper onto his chest.

I just hope Taehyung would only feel happiness from now on, no matter what or when or why. I willing to sacrifice anything for his happiness.

He rubbed my back and pushed me backwards slowly. 'You're just a baby, Chaerin.'

I chuckled and punched his chest jokingly. "I hate you so much, Kim Taehyung!" I puffed my cheeks, pretended to be mad.

'And I despise you, Kwon Chaerin. But oh look, the mutual hate we felt towards each other was too strong and now it evolves into love. Oh no, what should I do~?' He pretended to faint, and I responded by giving a soft laugh.

I wish, Taehyung could do more sketches of our days and I should definitely start my own series too. But how could I draw something that I regretted so much?

There's no way I'd convert my school days into drawings... After all, I used to hurt him, a lot.

A/n; wth this doesnt satisfy me;-; and things bouta get real. Be prepared. Thank you for reading <3