Taehyung pov

23 hours earlier

I looked at the clock on my laptop which indicated it was already past nine. Ever since the breakup I put all my time in work, as if it was a way not to think about y/n. It didn't always work though, she was always there in my mind. I missed her and I really hoped that feeling would soon pass, I mean how long can you miss a person after they dumped you like that?

"This whole thing is a mistake"

I sighed deeply again and stared outside my window into the city lights that covered Seoul.

I could rightly admit I hadn't experienced these feelings before. It was as if there was an emptiness in my mind and a continuous pain in my chest.

like It hurts to breathe. And my mind kept pondering to why so sudden, how could she end things without a warning? It sparked this staggering sentiment that I just wasn't good enough, otherwise it had been more difficult for her, right? 

There were moments it seemed I was feeling a bit better but that was often of short duration as something around me would remind me of her, her smile, her sarcasm, her presence and I was back at square one. There were evenings I wished she was suddenly knocking on my door, just to see a glimpse of her.

But if she truly loved me, why did she leave me?

I was so lost in my thoughts when suddenly the door of my office opened and that guy from the bar barged in.

Yoongi, the friend.

     'What are you doing here?' I asked in incomprehension

      'I needed to speak to you so I called and your assistant indicated you were still here.'

       'oh and why do you need to speak to me?' I shrugged annoyed. 

I don't know why but the guy had this effect on me that made me instantly irritated.

Okay I did know why.

      'Don't give up on y/n.'

The words escaped his lips without any hesitation,

     'She made it clear she wanted to break up and quite frankly I am starting to think that wasn't a bad idea considering how she reacted to what I did.' I answered still tense.

Yoongi sighed,

     'She had a reason to react the way that she did.'

I looked up curious, as it seemed he came all the way to tell me. He took a deep breath before explaining the whole thing. 

'She dated a guy a couple years ago, he was a bit older than her but she really loved him. He was wealthy as well, obviously not to your level but he had money. He knew from the start about her father and he started to pay for the bills. y/n of course said he didn't need to but he explained it was no problem.

This made it possible for her to join as a student in this prestigious painting academy, one of the school's teachers had seen her painting in the bar and invited her. However, the guy after a year of dating asked her to marry her and she wasn't ready. He got so mad and made her out to be all sorts of things, among other things a gold digger.

Eventually he withdrew the payments for her father's bills and she had to quit the academy to be able to work two jobs and pay for her dad's healthcare. When her dad found out she had to quit the academy for him he tried to kill himself. He felt like a huge burden to his daughter. People offered to help her but ever since that happened she rejected all help, she is too scared to be indebted again to anyone.'

I stared outside of my office windows again and sank deeper into my chair. This heavy feeling in my body. It really did make me understand her strong reaction to what I did. 

A lot of things made sense now, the fact she hid him from me. It also made me feel bad for what happened to her, and it angered me so much that someone hurt her and her dad like that.

After going over my thoughts for a while I turned to Yoongi again.

      'Why are you telling me this?'

He sighed

     'She is miserable without you.'

This sparked a hope inside of me, I knew it was unfair because hearing that y/n felt miserable wasn't good news but it did mean she missed me and foremost that she loved me. Still, Yoongi would be the last person I had guessed to tell me that.

      'but you are in love with her?' I asked confused,

It was not something that I knew as a fact but it seemed pretty obvious to me, and therefore it was so unexpected from him to visit. Yoongi looked away but eventually nodded.

        'Yes, but it seems that I am not what she is looking for, and she has been through enough in her life so I hope you understand now and will try to talk to her about it.'

I stood up, 'I do, I need to go' I gathered my stuff 'do you need a ride?' I asked Yoongi considering he probably went to the other side of town for me. He shook his head lightly

     'I am happy you go to see her but it would be painful for me to sit in a car with you while you are on your way to the girl I love, so I think I will take the bus. but thank you for the offer.'

It was rather awkward but on the other hand there was an understanding and I guess a shared feeling of wanting the best for y/n.

      'ofcourse, thank you for telling me Yoongi.'

He didn't really answer and instead left my office. I grabbed my coat and also left the office.  

While driving to her place I suddenly felt not so certain anymore. It wasn't that I wasn't certain about my feelings or anything like that but it was about what I wanted to say. It was so much information that I just had to take in and think about.

plus Friday nights are most crowded in the bar, I didn't want to rush this moment now. Eventually I turned around to go home again but then thought of something and changed my course.

      'Taehyung?' my father asked slightly confused as he opened the door. It wasn't common that I visited him unannounced like this. I knew mom was away with friends for the weekend so it was just dad and me.

 
     'Hey dad, can I come in?'

Fathers confusion turned into worry and then nudged inside. We sat on the couch.

     'Son, what is going on?'

     'I.. I was wondering, in the beginning when you dated mom you were still poor right? Did you ever feel indebted by the fact she paid things for you?' 

Father sighed, but in understanding, probably already sensing this was about y/n.

      'ofcourse I did, all the time, and sometimes I thought about breaking things off because it was so disproportionate and it felt uncomfortable.'

       'you did?' I asked confused as in my eyes I hadn't seen two people more in love. he nodded 'it wasn't that I didn't love her, I can't imagine I would ever feel that way. But it was a challenge. Eventually I decided to talk to her about it. It wasn't an easy conversation but she made me see that because of me she didn't feel lonely and scared anymore. That she finally found a companion. To her that was worth more than anything she bought for me. And that's when I realized it was okay.'

I stared ahead, not giving a comment on the story

      'but we really needed that conversation.' he emphasized.  
 

Eventually I stood at the front door again, ready to leave. And suddenly I hugged my father tightly.

      'Thank you dad.'

The following day I arrived at y/ns place. I rang the bell but nobody opened, then I knocked on the door but still no answer whatsoever. Perhaps she stayed longer at her dads this Saturday? Or perhaps she was doing something else. I didn't have a clue but perhaps the timing was off and I should come back another time.

I let out a big sigh, I really wanted to see her, why was she not home? I decided to wait for 30 minutes but eventually I had to admit that perhaps it just wasn't meant to be to meet today. As my body turned from her door towards where my car was I finally saw someone in the distance approaching me.

y/n