Taehyung's POV.

The apartment was in absolute silence when I returned the next morning.

It didn't surprise me.

Jungkook rarely returned from his midnight endeavours, and if he did it would always have been in the early hours of the morning when I had already given up, my eyes wet with tears.

It was if someone had lodged a smooth rock into my throat, restricting me from speaking and breathing. Tears were threatening to fall, and the familiar feeling of a heavy object stuck in my chest had began to return.

Grow up.

I knew that crying over a man who probably didn't even return my feelings anymore was foolish, but I can't help but just hope. Hope that he would return. Hope that I, we could have another chance at happiness.

And I tried.

I tried everyday to change whatever had fallen apart between us.

But there was simply no result.

When I called he wouldn't pick up. When I texted, he wouldn't answer. When I spoke, he would either grunt a reason or ignore me completely.

But that was okay.

We were okay.

Maybe this was just a boulder in life that we would have to overcome. This would pass on. For now I just had to hang in there and hope for the best.

The sound of a soft bing emitting from my phone pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced down at the smooth screen.

ChimChim sent 9.06am
Did u get home safely?

I can't help but smile as I read the text.

Jimin was always there for me. We had been since friends till the stage of nappies, and had always stood by each other's sides. After hearing about Jungkook's change of behaviour, he had rushed to my side immediately and desperately tried to pull me from the hole I had created for myself.

sent at 9.07am TaeTae
Yeah. Thx for asking.

ChimChim sent at 9.07am
Cool. Look I've gtg, my boss is coming over to check up on some files I have to finish.

sent at 9.08am TaeTae
K. Call me when u'r free.

ChimChim sent at 9.08am
Will do, stay safe Tae.

sent at 9.08am TaeTae
Yes mum, cya.

I sighed, striding into our room. Today was a half day at work, and I had a few hours until my presence at the clinic was needed. My eyes flickered towards the frame near my bed stand, and I felt them burn with nostalgia.

It was us.

We had taken the photo when we were still the couple that many would look up to. When we were happy. When we were enough for each other.

It had been up in Ferris Wheel, when we were high enough to touch the blanket of black that was dotted in balls of white. The city lights shone brightly in the background, as we grinned at the camera. Jungkook had been hugging me from behind as we sat in the small compartment, his face buried into my neck as he smiled. Our hair whipped in the wind, the cold bitting at our skin but it still couldn't wipe the joyful grins of our faces.

I wanted to go back in time and relive that moment. I wanted to feel his hand around me. His lips against mine. Our cuddles. Our laughs.

Our love.

I wanted it so badly. I would do anything for another chance at his love. Anything. Death. Pain. Suffering. Anything. That was how much I loved the man. However, I was doubtful the man returned my love with as much ferocity.

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It was about half past six when I arrived at our apartment after work.

With a heavy sigh, I unlocked the door, the keys jingling at my side as I walked into the kitchen. Then I paused. The sound of a TV met my ears.

He was home.

The corners of my lips pulled up, forming a wide smile as I shoved my bag into an empty kitchen chair and hurried into the living room.

And there he was, sprawled against the couch, his hand resting on his stomach as his focused solely on the game of basketball before him. He seemed to have not noticed me.

A sense of rejection pooled at my stomach.

"H-Hey."

Jungkook raised his head, his hooded eyes capturing mine and I was once again entranced by the beauty of them. His eyes were gorgeous with their intricate textures of soft brown that it was enough to have anyone begging for more.

His voice was low and raspy as spoke,"Hi."

No emotion.

It was as if he was not pleased to see me.

My heart clenched painfully at the thought. What if it was true? Was I simply just a burden for him?

"How was work?"I stammered, unable to think of a suitable conversion to hold with him.

We hadn't talked for weeks and I was cherishing the words that were coming out of his mouth, trying to memorise his unique tone. The only tone that would have me weak at the knees.

"Good."

Then their was silence as we stared at each other. I drank in every detail of his face. It was if in a snap of fingers he would be whisked away from me and I was grasping desperately at the sand that swept from my palms.

However, his stare was plain. Bored even. The corner of his lips were pulled down in a frown, as he glared at me with undeniable displeasure.

"I was wondering why you didn't turn up at last night's date."

My cheeks flushed at the word date, and I already felt foolish as Jungkook's expression stayed indifferent.

He grunted his response, tearing his eyes from me,"Work."

"Oh."

Was work more important than me?

Stop being so selfish.

I cursed silently at myself. What was I? I was being such a needy boyfriend. He had a life to live and I was simply clinging onto him, no wonder he's distant. I was such a selfish person.

And I needed to stop that.

He was at work. He couldn't come.

It's not his fault. It's my fault for being so needy.

"Are you hungry?"I piped up meekly.

I just wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear his voice. God, I missed him. So much.

"I can go and cook something - "

He cut me off, his eyes narrowed and hands thrown up in exasperation,"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!"

I flinched at his loud tone, nodding weakly as I held back my tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry Jungk - "

"Shut the fuck up!"

He had risen to his feet now, his eyes swimming with anger. I cowered, pulling me legs to my feet as he shouted.

"Just get out! Godamn Taehyung, you are so fucking annoying! Get the fuck out!"

I scrambled onto my feet, the sense of helplessness rushing into my veins. Without a word - as I knew that Jungkook who only be angered if I spoke again - , I rushed out of the living area.

I flung open the door of the apartment, tears streaming down my cheeks. My bare feet hit the cold pavement of the streets, small rocks pricking at my skin. With trembling hands, I pulled my phone from my back pocket, my breaths coming out heavily and my vision blurred.

"Jimin."I cried, my fingers clutching onto the thin rectangular object as if it were my lifeline,"Jimin, please come get me. Please."

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