Mihyun POV

-flashback-

I locked my apartment door and rushed my way down the stairs, thankful that I hadn't face-planted over my untied shoelaces yet. Climbing into the car I had called to drive me to the studio where I was going, I snatched my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. A text from Taehyung lit up my cracked screen.

Taehyung: Good morning Babe 😘😘

I smiled at his text, about to respond when my phone seemed as if it was having a seizure. A total of sixteen texts came through at the same time. Which doesn't seem like many, but all at the same time made it seem like my phone was in the middle of a panic attack. There was a total of six different unidentified phone numbers. As I read through all the texts, I checked off each of the members of BTS with the exception of Tae, who had been constantly texting me with apologies and questions as to how they had gotten my phone number.

Me: Good morning Tae ❤️❤️❤️

Me: Jimin just told me that they took my number from your phone while you were sleeping.

I laughed out loud at this fact. I could just imagine one of the boys sneaking into his room while he slept.

Taehyung: istg I'm gonna kill them all

Taehyung: Sorry you have to deal with all of them. Feel free to block all six

Me: hahaha don't worry babe, they aren't hacking my phone or anything :)

Taehyung: Well, let me know if they do.

Taehyung: I've gotta go get dressed for the photo shoot, sorry

Taehyung: I'll see you soon, don't be late! I wanna see you

I giggled again. And responded saying that I was only minutes away. Today was another photoshoot for BTS and I was excited to see what the theme would be for this one. Each time I photographed them, their stylists and set designers always went above and beyond to make everything perfect. And it was always so easy to capture beautiful photos of them. I paid and thanked the driver as I stepped out of the car and made my way into the studio. I observed the set which consisted of multiple pieces of furniture and a few stools, along with a few books and magazines scattered over the floor. 

I noticed commotion coming from the side where there was a half-open door to what I assumed was the dressing room and where all of the boys were getting their hair and makeup done. No more than thirty seconds later, the boys walked out of the room. Each strand of their silky soft and colorful hair was sprayed in place and they were dressed impeccably in outfits that were probably worth more than my entire wardrobe put together. They all observed the set and glanced around the room. I smiled and waved and they all smiled back before walking over to me.

"Hi, Mihyun! Did you enjoy your surprise texts this morning?" Jimin said with a smirk and a quick glance at Taehyung who was sending him a death glare.

"Yes, it was quite the surprise," I laughed at Taehyung who sent me a disapproving look as if asking why I wasn't on his side. "It's fine as long as you guys don't start spamming me."

"Okay! We won't!" Jimin chimed in. Then he looked at Taehyung, "Jungkookie was the one who got her phone number after you fell asleep so, if you are looking for someone to blame then it's him." He snickered.

"Hyung!" Jungkook looked at Jimin, then turned to Taehyung, "It wasn't just me! Jin hyung and Jimin hyung were the ones who had originally suggested it and they said that they would make Yoongi hyung buy me lamb skewers if I did it!" He exclaimed, exposing his 'innocent' hyungs.

"What? I'm not buying you lamb skewers! Don't involve me in this." Yoongi suddenly broke into the conversation.

"Whatever. All of you had something to do with it seeing as all of you have her phone number. So, all of you are to blame." Taehyung responded emotionlessly, moving to my side to wrap his arm around my waist. I giggled and leaned into him to hide my face so they wouldn't see how funny I found their arguing.

-end of flashback-

Yoongi POV

I grabbed my keys to the dorm from the bottom of my jacket pocket and opened the door, stepping inside to see Jungkook and Jimin sitting in the middle of the rug that was on the floor in the living room, aggressively jabbing at remote controls as they attempted to beat each other at a game of Mario Kart. I chuckled and shook my head in response as they both shouted a hello at me, never taking their eyes off of the addicting screen. 

Looking into the kitchen, Hoseok was munching on a box of cereal while watching a youtube video with Jin and Namjoon sat at the kitchen counter bobbing his head to music as he scribbled something down in a beat-up leather notebook. Noticing that Taehyung was nowhere to be seen, I made my way down the hall to the front of his door, which was closed and dark with the exception of a dim light that showed under the wood. 

Memories of Mihyun's heartbroken voice and unstoppable tears from an hour earlier flashed through my mind. I knocked on the door hesitantly and opened it anyway in a couple of seconds after hearing no response. 

The sight before me was enough to tell me I needed to have a conversation about what's going on with him. One glance around the room and you could see the countless articles of clothing that were strewn across the floor. The tangled blanket which sat in a heap on the chair by his computer and his cluttered desk. I spotted him on his bed with headphones wrapped around his ears and a comforter snuggled all the way up under his chin. His dulled eyes were trained on his phone and he paid no attention whatsoever to me.

"Taehyung," I said, walking further into his messy room. He glanced up at me momentarily, nodded to acknowledge my presence in the room and glued his eyes back onto his phone. I squished my lips into a thin line, thinking of what the best way to approach this would be. Walking over to the side of the bed that he wasn't sprawled over, I climbed up beside him, I laid down and rested my hands behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling.

"What are you doing, Hyung?" Taehyung said, without moving his eyes off the screen of his phone. He moved his hand out of the blanket pile to push one side of his headphones so that it rested behind his ear instead of on top so that he could hear what my response was.

"I talked to Mihyun," I was cautious with my words as I spoke in a light and quiet voice. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be. This statement seemed to finally get him to look away from his phone and fully remove his headphones. I turned towards him in surprise at how quickly he was brought back to reality just at the mention of her name. But I was suddenly confused as just as fast as he had given me his attention, his face eyes seemed to harden and his expression dropped.

"What did you two talk about?" His deep voice sounded unusually monotone.

"To be honest, we talked about you," I said, the same cautiousness shining through. "She told me everything, Tae."

He was silent. He slowly let his eyes close and his posture seemed to tense.

"Well, at least you know what's going on." He said coldly. I wasn't expecting him to dismiss the situation so quickly.

"Taehyung. Tell me what happened on that day. I heard it from Mihyun, but I want to hear it from you. I can't let you keep living like this." I said, sitting up from my position on the bed.

"Fine."

-flashback-

Taehyung POV

I checked the clock to see how much longer I had to wait until Mihyun was here. I still had another five minutes and knowing that she would probably be late, most likely gave me another ten minutes on top of that. 

So, I decided that it might be a good idea to ask one of the female staffs to help me out with this. I had been working on it for multiple weeks and had even asked Namjoon hyung to help me with it. The song I had written was a love song that I had written for Mihyun and I was finally able to show it to her since it was finished. 

I had planned to take her out for dinner afterward and have a peaceful evening date. I walked into the break room where a few of our stylists were putting together outfits for future performances.

"Hello, can I ask a favor of one of you?" I asked with a hopeful smile. One of our newer stylists looked up at my request.

"Of course V-ssi," she said kindly. I smiled back at her and thanked her. We walked back to my office room.

"So, as you already know, I've been working on a song for my girlfriend Mihyun and I still have my doubts about it. I was wondering if you, seeing as you are a girl and maybe input from a girl could be helpful, would give me any additional ideas or help me get some perspective?" I asked hopefully.

"It would be my pleasure to help you out. Why don't I listen to the song and go from there?" She asked. But, I neglected to notice the gleam in her eyes and the underlying message that had been bleeding through the entire conversation and situation.

I sat down in my chair and pulled up the recording as she moved closer, enough so that I could smell her aromatic perfume as she leaned her hips against the side of the desk.

"So, this is the song that I'm planning to give her. Obviously, I can't make major changes but I'd love for you to tell me if it is something that you think she might like. You guys have met before right?" I explained to her.

"Okay, and yes, Mihyun and I have had some great conversations together at photo shoots and such," She said with a smile. "I'm actually quite fond of her."

"Great! Well, here is the song." I clicked on the small triangle in the corner of the screen and listened to it as it flowed from the speakers on the table. Every part of it was written while I was thinking about the person it was for and I couldn't help but pray that she was going to like it. After the music ended, I rolled my chair out from under my desk and looked up at the woman standing next to me.

"Wow, V-ssi. This is absolutely beautiful. I don't know any girl who wouldn't love to hear this," she exclaimed. I looked back to the screen but before I could respond, the woman who was standing next to me in the blink of an eye had situated herself on my lap, her face was inches from mine and I froze as I tried to process the situation which was becoming increasingly difficult as her lips were getting even closer to my own. 

My hands seemed to be the first ones to figure out what was going on and landed themselves strongly on her hips just as her lips met my own. Shocked that this was even going on I froze again. Stop. Stop! My brain was telling her to get off of me and get out of my space, but connections between my brain and body seemed to be delayed at what was the worst possible moment that could have ever happened. 

The gasp at the doorway seemed to be the final break for whatever my body was doing and snapped it back into the control of my brain which allowed my hands to do what they'd been itching to do since this began and forcefully shoved her off of me, not caring about if she got hurt or not. 

My body burned with resentment and anger as I watched the woman leave the room. A war had begun within my body and I was struggling to keep up with it. My entire being was getting consumed by guilt and it was ready to pour itself out my eyes. 

I looked to where Mihyun stood. Her warm and gentle eyes were twisted into a hurricane of confusion. I stood up and walked closer to her to the point at which I could see the way her body shook but also the way her eyes shifted between confusion and what seemed to be denial. I bore my eyes into her and tore myself apart while doing so. 

I thought of one thing when I looked at her. Guilt. I felt suffocated and lifeless. I was staring at my lifeline who also seemed to be the reason I was sinking. My mind refused to let my heart tell it what to do and I did what I thought what would be right, I did what I thought would be the better alternative for her. My mind did all the talking while my heart stayed in its cage.

-end of flashback-

Yoongi POV

"... and I have never made a worse decision in my entire life. I think about that moment every day. If only I had realized that she knew I wasn't kissing her. If only I had forced my heart to be stronger than my overpowering mind. If only I wasn't such a coward," Taehyung's eyes never met my own while he talked. But once he finished, he looked up, directly into my own eyes and I watched as each tear was flowing from his tear duct to the bottom of his jawline, and dripping onto the comforter. 

The continuous stream was making his cheeks glare with the light from the window and I couldn't help but wonder how many times he had sat here doing the same thing and thinking about the same thing.

"And I can't bring myself to go back to her because I know she won't except me again. I remember watching her leave my office on that day, just as I had told her to, and I remember how I couldn't even stop myself from crying before she was even out of the room. I remember watching her from the window as she left the building, I could still see her tears." His crying was prevalent in his voice now and I watched him crumble into himself.

"No matter how many times I replay the moments in my head, I know I'll never go back to being how happy I was when I was beside her. Nothing, nobody, just her," I had never seen him look so miserable.

"Taehyung, I-" I stopped short because I was truly at a loss for words. I had never seen him look so broken. I couldn't think of words which would fit the situation so I spoke with actions and wrapped my arms around him in a protective embrace. I knew something was going on but I had no idea to what extent it was. Although I wanted so badly to tell him that everything would be fine, I needed to tell him what happened to Mihyun after he made his decision to never see her again.

"Taehyung," I pulled away from him slowly, returning to my previous position on his bed. "I don't know whether telling you this will help or not but it needs to be done. Although I know this must be hard for you, there were also affects that were on her side of it. I didn't only hear what happened from her perspective but I also learned how she is in general on a day to day basis and to be honest, it's not so good." Taehyung's entire body seemed to cave in just by hearing that small statement.

"Taehyung, I can't say that she's been any better than you are. She's heartbroken and thinks you about every day with every action. Just talking to her, I knew she still loved you, even before she said it. She's still in love with you, Taehyung, just as much as she was before you separated because she knows that you didn't kiss that woman on purpose. She knew you well enough to be able to tell you were not cheating on her and she loved you enough to trust you, but now she doesn't think you love her anymore." I finished. Taehyung's tears had started up again, this time even worse than before.

"Hyung, I love her more than anything else in this world, and I did this all because she deserves better! She deserves a boyfriend who doesn't kiss other women! A boyfriend who isn't famous and doesn't have fans that will bully her and threaten her online! I can't do that to her, she doesn't deserve it!" His voice was raised as he expressed his feelings and confessed the undenying love he still had for her.

"Don't you think she would have left if she wasn't willing to deal with all of that! Taehyung, she knows you weren't cheating on her! She is confused as to why you pushed her away and her only explanation is that you no longer love her, despite the fact that she is still madly in love with you!" I exclaimed back. He was blinded by an idea that was the reason for both of their hardship.

His shattered and tear drowned voice broke the silence after the arguing, "Hyung, what did I do?"

A/N
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