"We all have a bad past. No one sees you as weak or anything like that-" He started talking but I couldn't handle it. "Just, don't please. Whatever you heard, my truth is the one that counts." I said and continued as Sana sent me a worried glare. "There are a lot of different truths. Everyone has their own, so if you at least care about me like you show, you shouldn't listen to their truth before I tell mine." I said. "Do you really care that much about what I think?" He questioned and in the spur of the moment I answered, immediately regretting after. "Yes. No. No. I mean-no." I said and shut my eyes, the frustration taking over me. "Stop making me confused." I said as I stared into his eyes. "Everything was stable and good with me before you came." I said and got up, ready to leave. "I know it wasn't." He whispered, talking about the rumors he heard. "Fuck you, rat." I spat out and started walking out of the art room. I walked down the hallway and was stopped by my therapist.

"Dahyun. Time for a talk therapy session." He warmly spoke, not knowing how frustrated I was. I sighed and quickly answered. "I don't want to talk." I said. "I'll take the fucking meds and we can talk tomorrow, okay?" I rudely added and started walking past him. "Dahyun. That's not a way. If you want to talk-" He tried to speak but I cut him off, finishing his sentence. "You can drop by my office, I know. I'm feeling fucking amazing and I don't need the talk right now." I sarcastically spoke and made my way to mine and Taehyung's shared room. I walked inside and walked around in slight nervousness I felt. I took off his pure sweater, his scent being too much for me to handle at that moment.

I put on a black t-shirt and a light grey cardigan over it. I folded his sweater and kept it in my hands, trying to savor the softness of the material and Taehyung's scent that broke oxygen barriers. I pressed so close to my chest and enjoyed a few seconds before getting ready to give it back to him.

I was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Taehyung, and he was known for not knocking. It was a flaw of his, but right at that moment it was a precaution to not piss me off.

I immediately walked to him as he entered. I stood close yet focusing on keeping him comfortable, because even when I was furious I couldn't hurt him like that.

"Here." I hurriedly spoke. "Take it back." I motioned with my hands, keeping the knitted sweater gently in my hands. "No." He said in an absurd tone. I assumed he was talking about me wearing it, therefore making it dirty. "For fuck sake, I'll wash it, alright?" I said but he immediately answered. "It's not that." He slightly giggled but immediately turned his facial expression to a more serious one. "Then what?" I asked, trying to drag the answer out of him. "It keeps you warm, I'm not gonna take that away." He said, which made me lower my arm, holding the sweater in one of my hands. "So even after you heard what you've heard, you still want me- I mean, still, like, care about me?" I asked as he slightly smiled as I tried to change the question. "Only because I know you wouldn't like me after I'd told you about my past." He said and gulped. I furrowed my eyebrows in a confused manner. "It's not that bad." I said, comparing the two of us. "I'll tell you, but before that, give me some more time. Time with you." He said as I felt myself blushing, but stopped it and started speaking. "How are you not mad at me for saying all the stuff just a few minutes ago." I questioned. "I'm used to it. I know that wasn't you. And it never is you, actually. You're very easy to read, even if you hate that thought. That was just one of your...ways, let's say." He said as I furrowed my eyebrows, sighing and giving up to prove something that wasn't heading to a point in any way. "Angry when I'm right?" He asked in the same tone he did when we were in the art room. "Very." I said, this time in a slightly brighter tone. "I'm sorry I can't hug you right now or something. Still haven taken my meds to even force myself to do that." He excused himself so innocently to which I chuckled. "You know how to ruin a moment." I said and walked to my bed, putting the sweater down. He walked to his bed, on the opposite side and accidentally stepped on a daisy that fell out of the vase. "Oh-no." He said and kneeled down, trying to see if it was hurt.

A sudden feeling of warmth and careness spread across my chest as I observed how cute Taehyung was, picking up the trampled daisy. "It's just a daisy, Taehyung." I giggled. "I don't want them to disappear and die so quickly." He said and put the daisy in the tissue he had on the night stand. "You have plenty." I pointed to which he shrugged, not wanting to explain what he was thinking. He sat on the bed and stared up and down the room in silence before he turned to me and locked his gaze with mine.

"Will you tell me what's your truth?" He asked, talking about what I said in the art room. "Will you tell me yours?" I asked back in the same tone. "Soon. You?" He quickly spoke back. "Soon it is." I said and turned my back to lean against the wall.

Just when I thought I wouldn't be forced to talk about my feelings, or try to desperately avoid it, the support group was rescheduled for tonight. I was forced to listen, but my medication made me sleepy, so I spent every few seconds yawning and trying not to be so bored out I might fall asleep. "Dahyun." The support group therapist, Sejun, was trying to shake me awake. "Dahyun." He repeated, to which I only half opened my eyes. "dah. Wake up." Taehyung's soft voice sent electricity up my back, shaking me awake. "Don't call me dah." I quickly spoke, cursing myself for stopping him to call me by a nickname. He smiled and looked down. "What?" I asked Sejun. "It would appear to be your turn." He said as I rolled my eyes. "Nothing new in my life." I lazily said.

"No, Dahyun. Tonight is a different topic. It's about compliments." He said and warmly smiled, trying to get me to lighten my mood too. "Someone in the room must compliment you and you must compliment them. Then you can describe what that compliment feels like." He explained. "That's dumb-" I tried to make fun but he stopped me. "Would you like to start?" He interrupted me. "Can I receive a compliment first?" I asked, teasing like a child would. He slightly sighed. Taehyung hungrily stared at me. "Alright, fine." Sejun agreed. "Everyone, who would like to compliment Dahyun?" Silence. It is true that compliments are helpful and nice, but when you hear it from someone you're dying to hear it from, it makes a small meaning to your seemingly meaningless existence. You feel as if you were supposed to be right there, in that moment for that person to catch a detail you own. Or to catch a charm you confidently carried. Maybe I was dying with desire to hear a detailed compliment from Taehyung. Like this. When I would know he is being serious. When Taehyung noticed no one was speaking, he opened his mouth to talk, making my heartbeat change. But he was cut off by someone else. Out of all the people, it was Minjee. The girl I stole pink earmuffs from to make her panic. "I- I like the white sweater you-you wore today." She timidly spoke. "Thank you." My voice synchronized with Taehyung as our eyes immediately met. Everyone looked with confusion plastered all over their faces. "It's not my sweater." "It's not her sweater." We both answered at the same time, chuckling a bit. Some of the girls that were looking at Taehyung with awe were now analyzing every single of his and mine movements. They all carried a judgmental and a jealous expression. All the girls were falling hard for Taehyung. And I couldn't really blame them. But Taehyung ignored all their attention and seemed to be obsessed with getting only my attention, whether it was good or bad. Or he tried to be my reaction to the obscurities he says to make me shocked. I couldn't decide really.

Taehyung giggled at me and kept his gaze onto me as I tried not to smile. As the others started speaking, I was all he was focused on. I tried to ignore it, but every time I would casually glance at him, he still looked at me the same way. And It's a nice way to look at someone. It's a nice feeling.

Completely exhausted from my medication and the boring support group talk, I threw myself onto the bed once I finally reached the room. Taehyung got inside, following me. With half closed eyes I saw him closing the door with his napkin and putting it back in his pocket. Thinking I was fully asleep, he started to take off his clothes to change into his pajamas. I saw his tanned back in the corner of my eye and almost found myself letting out a weird noise once I realized he was just in his shorts. Ever since Taehyung came, I always thought he was handsome. He really did enter any room full of charms and good looks. Taehyung's pretty and big hands fascinated me ever since I layed my eyes upon them. Seeing his back made me adore another side of him. I hoped there were many more as I fought the massive urge to drift off to sleep.

Taehyung walked to the bed as I blacked out for a second, stepping a border between sleep and what seemed a reality. I felt myself falling asleep up until I felt a soft voice coming from Taehyung on the other side of the room. "Dahyun." Taehyung whispered, stepping closer to me. I lazily opened my eyes and felt slight dizziness and tiredness as Taehyung was sitting on the corner of my bed. "I can't sleep." He spoke, his voice completely calm. I opened my eyes and stared him down. I observed the way he so easily and comfortably sat on my bed, like it would be his hundredth time doing so. "Why? Is something wrong? Did you take your meds?" I questioned. He moved closer to me. "I did. I think that's what's letting me do something and not caring." He spoke and leaned fairly close to me, brushing the tips of his fingers against my arm. I moved away, but Taehyung went for my bare upper arm again, my cardigan falling down to my elbows as I sat up. "Rat, what are you doing?" I softly whispered and moved my arm away. "Please, while I don't care, let me do this." He spoke and reached for my arm with his big tanned hands again. "Are you sure?" I asked in a scaredy and worried tone. "The way you stared me down at the support group made it a sure decision for me." He whispered and nodded as he placed his hand onto my bare arm again. He let out a few soft grunts and quickly breathed in and out as he was softly stroking my arm. His skin was so soft, pure and felt incredibly untouched. "Are you okay?" I worriedly asked, worrying about his mental fragileness. "It feels great." He chuckled at sudden comfort. In the spur of the moment I reached for his lips and he instinctively brought his down to mine. His lips were soft, incredibly soft and unkissable for years, the same way mine were. I felt the vivid softness of his plump lips as I couldn't ignore the small winces of discomfort and slight pain.

"Are you-" I tried to check if he really was fine but he cut me off, not wanting me to worry about it. "I'm okay." He said and started kissing me again. He placed his fingers onto my neck and pulled me closer to him. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down, making him hover over me. "Can I touch you?" I asked in a very timid tone. He immediately nodded and took my hand in his and placed it onto his neck. He tried to relax into my touch, feeling a bit tense. I wanted to ask him about it again but he was quicker. "I'm good." He spoke and hungrily kissed my lips. I breathed out a moan and leaned closer to him. Both of us dying for air, we kept getting closer to each other, making our bodies touch and rub with slight movements. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he gladly accepted it, letting it wander inside his mouth. He pulled me closer as I felt his hard erection poking my thigh. I softly moaned, feeling my heat dripping in arousal. "You want to-?" I questioned him, rolling my hips that caused to rub into his hard member. "Aah, fu-yes. Dahyun. Please." He groaned and I went in to eagerly kiss him. I pulled off his pajama shirt and bottoms and looked down at his painfully strained member that tried to like out of his underwear. He took off my shirt and started kissing my chest as I helped him take my bottoms and underwear off. Taehyung lowered himself down to my abdomen and started kissing down. He licked a stripe up my wet heat and inserted a finger inside. I grabbed him by his neck, to which he arched his back in sudden contact. Taehyung's fingers worked me up like they have been experienced for years. His tongue was toying with my clit as I couldn't hold back my moans. "Ahh, Taehyung." I moaned as I looked up to the ceiling. He began sucking on my clitoris ad curling his fingers in a steady pace. His voice mumbled out a few pure moans, sounding high pitched and sensitive to my touch on his neck and his tongue on my heat.

I felt his fingers grip my hips and the other ones filling up my core completely. His skin was pressed against mine, and his soft hair was touching my abdomen. But in that extremely vivid reality and arousal I realized that one thing was missing. As I felt a sudden wave of pleasure hit me, I threw my head away, looking to my right. One thing was missing for this all to be real.

I widened my eyes.

There were no daisies on his side of the room.