Younghee's POV

"Good job for today," Ahjumma said, giving me my salary and I gladly accepted it.

Soon, I left the shop and hopped inside the bus in order to go back to my apartment.

I sighed, thinking of what to do next since a lot of tasks are waiting for me.

For half an hour, the bus arrived and I hopped down while sighing. It's getting late and I'm really sleepy at the moment.

As I walked, I saw a blank-faced lady crossing the street while a group of cars is coming in full speed. She didn't seem to notice the red sign.

"Watch out!" I ran to her, grabbing her hand and we both stumbled on our feet. I led her back to the bus stop and sat down on the bench.

"Miss, are you okay?" I asked her, grabbing her arm that is bleeding. She didn't respond so I applied some balm and bandaged the scar for her.

"Your hand is also bleeding," She finally spoke while pointing at my injured hand. I looked up to see her face ー wrinkle, huge eyebags, and a very pretty but weak smile.

"I'm okay, I get these quite often so I'm used to it." I reassured her by blurting the truth out and I just regretted saying that to a stranger.

"Why?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Ani ani, I'm joking." I finished with bandaging her hand. As I was about to put it back into my bag, I felt her hand grabbing the balm and bandage.

I looked up at her, startled. She just smiled at me and brought my arm forward.

"I'm going to apply this on you too," With that, she started to bandage my injuries and stopped the bleeding. It felt great, to be honest.

To have an old but not that old lady bandaging my injuries and stuffs. I wonder if having a caring mom will make you feel this way too.

oh .. mom, i miss you.

I snapped back to reality to see her staring blankly at my wrist and I looked at her in curiosity.

"Miss? Miss?" I called her two times and she finally came back to her sense.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked her and she shook her head, smiling.

"Here, it's done. Thank you for saving me today." She stood up abruptly and left the bus stop. I began preparing my stuffs back into my bag and walked to my apartment.

I strolled along the small shops when I heard shouts coming from the seller. This really brings back memories, for real. The day I found Taehyung sitting there, drunk and he was getting scolded by the shop's owner.

I peeked my head a little to see a familiar boy sitting on a chair with his face on the table and the shop's owner is yelling at him.

I quickly realized that it's Jimin.

"Jimin," I shook his body lightly in order to make him wake up.

"You again?" The owner yelled at me and I gave him a bitter smile. "Is it your boyfriend this time? Just bring him back home because our shop is closing!" He shouted and left us on the spot.

I tried to wake him up and he did. He was looking left and right, and his eyes are barely opened.

"Come on, let's go back." I put his arm around my shoulder and led him outside the shop. "Why did you even drink this much?" I sighed and panted because he's goddamn heavy.

"I am not drunk!" He said in his drunken voice while pointing at the sky. "I said I'm not drunk!" He said again and I almost stumbled on my feet.

"Okay okay, you're not drunk. Come on, what's your address? I will take you home," I said and he immediately turned into an angry face.

"I don't wanna go home! I don't want to meet them, I don't want to see everyone, I don't want to-" He almost vomited and I was scared for a moment out there.

"Okay okay, so where are you living now?" I asked him, trying to remain calm.

"That hotel," He slowly pointed at a hotel not so far in front of us. I just led him there, with his arm putting around my shoulders. I almost tripped a few times but I was able to maintain my composure.

He sleepily gave me the keys and I tried so hard to unlock the door. I heaved a big sigh in relief as I successfully opened it.

"Come on, just a few more steps." I grabbed his hand that rested on my shoulders tight so that he won't fall.

I led him to his bed shakily because my energy is slowly draining away from me. I almost successfully put him on the bed when he suddenly slammed me against the wall and trapped me in the middle of his arms that rested on either side of my head.

He looked at me sleepily and his cheeks were bright red.

"Jimin-" Before I could finish my sentence, I felt his other hand draping around my waist bringing me forward. He suddenly attacked my neck and I was shocked.

He left kisses down my neck and I tried to pull him away. "Jimin! Stop! Stop this!" I shouted but my words came out like mush. He continued to bite my neck almost everywhere and I yelled again.

"Jimin! I said stop this!" I pulled him away with all my force and he did. He fainted on the floor. I quickly pulled him up and put him to bed.

I left the room instantly, resisting the urge of crying. My neck hurts so much. I trailed my fingers down my neck noticing a few hickeys. I sighed deeply thinking that this will be problematic if Taehyung knows about this.

I held my tears and gulped, walking outside the hotel. I strolled to my apartment in an instant. My vision became blurry because of my tears but I wiped them away.

I walked upstairs to see Taehyung standing in front of my room, looking down on the ground. He started to walk back to his room but his eyes met mines so he stopped to look at me.

"Taehyung . . ." My words came out like whispers as I walked to stand in front of him. I just want to lay in his embrace and forget about this whole fucked up thing.

"Taehyung, I-" I spoke but he cut me off aggressively.

"Where have you been?" He asked me firmly, looking into my eyes fiercely and I just want to cry.

It would be troublesome if I told him that I was with Jimin right?

"My shift ended longer than I expected," I made up a convincing lie as much as possible but his expression didn't seem to buy it.

"You were with Jimin at a hotel, weren't you?" He spoke as soft as whispers but his tone appeared to be an angry one.

"I-" I stuttered and he looked away from me and sighed. He looked at me again and his eyes widened. I looked at the direction of his eyes that pointed directly at my neck.

I was about to hide them when he abruptly widened my shirt's collar a little to see all of them.

"So, it's true?" He asked, and his eyes became watery.

"Taehyung, please. It's not like what you think-" I tried to explain but he cut me off.

"Enough!" He spoke firmly and I cried. Why is he so cold so suddenly?

I tried to speak again but he didn't let me. "Don't say any other words!" He yelled and my tears flowed down like river.

"Taehyung-"

"If you love him, you can just go to him." A tear rolled down on his cheek as he spoke softly. "I'm sorry if I've been forcing you to be with me this whole time." He said tremblingly.

"If you chose me only out of pity then please stop. It's true that it's tough for me living alone, but you should think clearly about the difference between love and pity." He sighed, looking up to prevent himself from producing any more tears.

"Taehyung, please listen to me-"

"I'm going to make this clear so listen carefully." He cut me off while looking at me. "We're nothing anymore." He delivered the final blow and my heart broke into pieces.

He left me on the spot and I stood there staring blankly at the wall. I couldn't move an inch, I felt like I've been stabbed and paralyzed.

My tears won't stop flowing. It hurts, it hurts so much. I feel like my heart is tightening up. It's like running forever and I can't catch my breath afterwards, at the same time as the tight's painful feeling I have knowing that it's over.

It's really over, I have no one.