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(A/n: Thank you so much for 5k reads! You guys are so nice and sweet to me, I really appreciate it! Also, Happy Pride month, Everyone! ☀️✨🌈🏳️‍🌈 )

Requested by: @StraykidsMemeHacker

Song: "Singularity" by Taehyung
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M/N's P.O.V

I walked down the somewhat empty sidewalk, shivering as I tried to warm myself. There had been a dramatic drop in the temperature, and I only had my black sweater with me, currently. I rubbed my hands up and done my arms as I walked down the sidewalk towards the cafe.

Finally making it there after walking nearly twenty minutes, I sighed knowing I would have to do something about finding a home.

I might have enough money saved up, but Mother took most of my money whenever I got paid. She only used some of it for bills, but mostly went towards alcohol and cigarettes.

I pushed open the cafe door, feeling the warm air hit me, making me smile at the temperature change. I had luckily made it here a fifteen minutes before my shift, lucky me.

I walked over to the counter, passing through the little gate counter top, saying hello to a few other workers I had grown to know.
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(A/n: I have no idea what those things are called, so I called them gate counter top things. Please, tell me if you know what they're called! )
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I walked out to the boss' small office, knocking lightly on the door.
"Come in." He spoke, clearly annoyed at me bothering him. I opened the door, poking my head through the door crack.
"I'm here, Sir," I told him, seeing he was reading the newspaper while drinking a fresh of coffee. 
"Good. Now get to work, (M/n)." He ordered, looking up at me for a second, before looking back at his newspaper.
"Yes, Sir," I replied, shutting the door behind me.

I sighed softly, walking over to the kitchen doorway, where the hooks that held the green aprons, we wore for the cafe. I took off my heavy backpack, setting it down next to the others workers things. I grabbed my apron, slipping it over my head and tying it around my waist.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close to their chest.
"T-Taehyung?" I asked, really hoping it was him.
"Aw, you knew it was me!" He whined playfully, a pouting cutely. I smiled, looking up at him.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked me, letting go of my waist.
"Sure," I answered, looking up at My Blonde Boyfriend.
"I finally got a place, of my own, I was wondering if you'd want to move in with me?" He shyly asked, a light blush forming on his tan skin.

"I-I-I..." I stuttered, tears coming to my (e/c) eyes, memories of earlier filled my head.
"(M/n), why are crying? What's wrong?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
"I-I don't want to be a burden to you. I would love to live with you, but I'd be a burden." I sobbed softly, as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest.
"Hey, Hey, look at me." He whispered into my ear, my head resting on his chest as I continued to sob. I slowly looked up at him, tears still falling down my cheeks as I sniffled a bit, as well.

"Follow me." He stated, letting go of me, grabbing my wrist gently. He held onto me as he walked towards the broom closet, I wiped my eyes away gently, looking at him confused.
He opened the door, before quickly shutting it behind us.
"Look at me, (M/n)." He ordered, causing me to quickly look up at him.
"You will never and I mean never, be a burden to me. I love you so much. Why would you ever think of yourself like that?" He spoke, tears falling from his brown eyes. I sniffled softly, reaching a hand up to his cheek, gently wiping away his tears. He reached a hand up, put it over mine, holding my hand as he looked down at me.
"So, do you want to live with me?" He asked, his eyes shining in the light.
"Of course," I answered, smiling softly at him.
"Do you want help moving your stuff out of your house? I can help you do you want." He suggested, happiness filling his voice.

"No, thank you. I already have all my stuff in my backpack." I blurted out, once I said it I pulled my hand away from his cheek, covering my mouth with both of my hands.
"What do you mean you have all your stuff? Is there something you're not telling me? (M/n), please tell me, I'm here to help you. I'm your boyfriend, after all." He pleaded, placing gentle hands on my shoulders.
"My mother kicked me out. She found out I'm gay and that we're together, so I quickly grabbed my stuff and ran here." I confessed, watching more tears fall down his cheeks.
"Is that why you have bruises on your hands?" He asked, sobbing now.

"I-I didn't want you to worry about me," I spoke, more tears falling down my cheeks.
"But, she hurt you, I wasn't there to protect you!" He sobbed, laying his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, gently rubbing a hand up and down his back to calm him.
"It's okay, it's over now," I told him, trying my best to stay positive, even though bruises covered my fragile body.
"N-No, it's not okay! She hurt you! You, the person I love the most in this world! You, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." He sobbed harder as I cried along with him.

We stood there, in the small broom closet, holding onto each other as we sobbed our stresses and hearts out.

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(A/n: There will be a part three, I'm sorry for this being so many parts. I hope you enjoyed! I hope you all have a wonderful day/night! ☀️✨💛)
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