As walked out of the bathroom while drying my hair with a towel, I see Jimin lying on the bed. I guess he was waiting for me.

"Whose clothes are you wearing?" He asks as he observes the wearables.

I was wearing a white, oversized blouse with black shorts.

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know. Taehyung told me to wear the clothes that were in the closet. I did so." Jimin stands in front of me.

So close that I could feel his lips warming my own.

"You're close with Taehyung." I nod. "Too close," he states. "So?" I ask and try to walk away. I hate being close to Jimin now. I don't know why it just... Hurts me.

Jimin is like an allergy. If I stay with him, it will hurt me.

But I can't escape him either.

For we are connected through the rings we wear.

"You know the kind of person he is, right?" He asks.

I nod, "I know just who he is. And if you're talking about the time when we went to school, then I don't know who you are talking about. I only know the Taehyung that exists now. The Taehyung who is there for me when you aren't. The one who takes care of me better than you. The one who doesn't care if I don't like him." I step back at my confession.

Did I really just say that?

Jimin clutches his hands into a fist as I see his jaw clenching and the nerves on the side of his neck popping out.

I continue, "The only thing I don't know is what kind of person you are, Jimin. We are married. Instead of spending more time with me, you're spending less time. I don't even think you work at all. You just use it as an excuse."

I watch as his Adam's apple slides down. So I am correct. "I bet you hang out with a random girl and make out with her." I didn't mention it earlier, but, I heard Jimin talking on the phone with someone about 30 minutes before Hyerim came along.

I heard him saying things like, 'I miss you so much, babe. We can have some fun tonight.' I wasn't really devastated or heartbroken.

I was just a bit disappointed and shocked at why he didn't tell me earlier that he doesn't love me. Then, we wouldn't have been married.

And he would've been with Hyerim. Jimin grabs my wrist and squeezes his grip. I quietly yelp as I try and escape from his painful grasp, "The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

He tightens his grip and grits his teeth, "Shut up."

"I won't," I protest. "What I'm saying is the truth. Why did you marry me when you didn't love me at all? Huh? Was I just a toy? Or rather, am I still a toy to you? Speak up, Jimin!"

He raises his hand and swipes it across my face with great force that I escape his grip and fall down.

I place a hand over the area he hit as it starts to stings.

My eyes well up with tears.

Jimin gives me a glare and storms out of the room.

I slowly lay down on the floor and start sobbing.

Why did I fall into his love trap again?

Why?

. . .

As dinner time came around, I walked downstairs and into the dining room, where the others were. "You guys will be staying over at my house. No ifs, no buts. it's my final decision," Taehyung speaks.

"Woohoo," Suga exclaims happily. "I won't have to drive."

I lightly chuckle as I take a seat.

"What have you made, Jin?" Taehyung asks as he rubs his hands together. "Jajjangmyeon, kimchi, tteokbokki, ramen, bibimbap, japchae, galbi, and kimchi jjigae," Jin says as he sits down.

"We'll eat well," all of us say in unison as we start to dig in.

I slowly eat my food as the incident with Jimin replays in my mind, over and over again.

(Taehyung's POV)

I stare at Y/N concerningly as she slowly puts a spoonful of rice in her mouth. Others may not have noticed it, but I notice the red handmark printed on her cheek. If Jimin hurts Y/N again, I will launch myself at him and tear his face and his hair into pieces. I just want Y/N to stay safe. That's all.

. . .

(Y/N's POV)

As everyone leaves the living to get to sleep, I stay put. I don't dare step back into that room with Jimin. Who knows what he'll end up doing to me. The lights go off and I silently cry myself to sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. Hopefully.

. . .

(Taehyung's POV)

Around 10 p.m, I get out of bed and walk downstairs into the kitchen to drink a glass of water. it is only then when I am walking back, I notice a figure sleeping peacefully on the couch.

I step closer to get a better look at the face and see Y/N.

They really did have a fight.

I slowly scoop her into my arms, careful not to wake her up, I walk up the stairs and into my room, where I place her on the bed.

I cover her with the blanket and am about to walk to the other side when she grabs my hand. "Please," she pleads. "Don't leave me." Her eyes will still closed meaning she was still asleep.

I didn't find the courage to move away, so I sat down on the floor and placed my free hand over hers. Not long after, my eyelids were getting heavier, and I fell asleep.

. . .

(Y/N's POV)

As the sun pierces the air through the curtains, I yawn and sit up. I look at my surroundings and find myself in someone's bedroom.

When I feel pressure on my right hand, I look over and spot Taehyung sleeping on the floor next to the area I was sleeping in while holding my hand.

He really moved me into his room? Even though he said he doesn't love me, I still feel like he does. Otherwise, why would he be doing these things for me?

Taehyung deserves so much more.

He doesn't deserve me.

Nor do I deserve him.

As a tear escapes my eyes, I quickly wipe it away. I lightly shake him, "Hey. Taehyung. Wake up." He groans and continues sleeping.

I don't know why I move my hand towards his forehead and find it burning hot. "Geez, Taehyung. You've got a fever." I swiftly get out of bed and lift him up.

Yeah, I'm that strong.

Just joking, I had a little help from him.

I move him to the bed and cover his body with the blanket. I run down the stairs, into the kitchen where I grab Panadol and a glass of water.

I rush back to him, "Taehyung, wake up. Drink this then continue sleeping." He groans again but obeys my command.

Once he was done, he lay back down. I stare at his face and my hand subconsciously strokes his cheek. I started thinking about what my life would've been like if I knew Taehyung had such a side, and if I never broke up with him.

No matter what, I have to admit, Taehyung has always been there for me.

He has always cared.

And, I guess, he will continue to do so.

I softly place my lips against the surface of his cheek.

I snap back into reality and walk to his room's balcony. I sit down on the floor and start thinking again.

On one hand, I have Jimin who has married me but doesn't love me.

On the other hand, I have Taehyung who is most likely willing to spend his entire life by just liking me and not gaining me.

What Taehyung has done, Jimin wouldn't even dare to think about.

. . .

A/N: Hello to all. An early update since I read your comments. I bet you guys loved this chapter. I love it myself. Lol. Anyways, comment what you felt and other stuff below. And she finally confessed. Only to herself though. Haha. And about the next chapter, I will start writing it tomorrow and will publish it the day after. If I finish earlier, I will end up posting it tomorrow. But do look forward to it. I love you all too much. Also, thank you so much for 730 followers it means so much to me. I hope we all can continue bonding with each other over the time. And one last thing. I have another book in my drafts that may be released after this book finishes. It is another Jimin one, but it is sad. It's based off a dream I had a couple of months ago. As soon as the dream finished, I woke up with a tear-stained face. It was really sad, and it will be even sadder. Looking forward to the next chapter and the new book. Once again, I love you guys.