When you arrived at home you went straight into your bed. Crawling together, being the mess as always. You looked over to the trash bin which was filled with the little notes. It was an idea of Irene to start making notes to yourself for a year, in order to get over Taehyung. It didn't really help much but reading it months later made you feel kind of comfortable. You wondered about writing notes again but decided not to. What if Jimin found them and saw that you still were not over your ex? After a year? Not really a good idea.

Life seemed senseless even though you had many reasons to be happy. However the most important person in your life made you unhappy. That was a fact. Without realising it your eyes closed and again you fell asleep.
It was a weird dream. You were tamed in a cage full of letters and photos. Whenever you bowed down to pick up one of the letters or photos, two hands grabbed you harshly from behind. However you didn't give up in trying to pick them up causing the hands to hurt you even more. A little scream escaped your mouth before you woke up being all sweaty.

It's been almost a week since the last time you had talked to Taehyung. Back in the days you always made up at least one day after the fight. It was always him appearing in front of your door, holding roses in his hands. Of course you always forgave him immediately so you never spoke about the problem again. It occurred time by time that you continued to argue over and over the same topic. But in the end, when he appeared in front of your door it meant: let's forget it.

Irene had brought you a few dresses so you decided to try them on. They went from sexy to cute to casual. Irene was without any doubt the fashion queen, and she got many clothes from her mother for free who was a designer.

It was 5 pm already when your door bell rang. Jimin? Irene? Amber? No one. You looked around but there was no one. As you were about to close the door you saw a rose laying on the floor with a blue post it on it. The post it was empty. You were sick of it that's why you're instinct suddenly made you run towards the front door to stop the person, probably Taehyung, from terrorising you.

Many people were walking on the street and you in only a top and short pants in the beginning of March caused a lot of attention. Not that you cared anyway.
You walked around, looking for him everywhere but he seemed to be disappeared. Maybe it wasn't him all along? But who could it have been then? You continued to walk around, still having that little sparkle of hope to find Taehyung and scream at him for not leaving you alone. It was cold and soon you felt like an idiot.

You were about to turn around and leave when a jacket was thrown over you. Out of shock you turned around immediately seeing a male figure quickly distancing from you. He was not wearing a jacket. Quickly you ran towards him, stumbling now and then because of those many people. That guy was fast.
Finally you had reached him and tapped on his shoulder. He didn't seem to notice and continued on walking. You tapped again, this time a bit violently but again he kept on walking. Oh, so he was playing the 'ignore' game. Not seeing another way you grabbed him by his shoulders making him stumble a little bit. You walked over to face him.

There had been that feeling that it was Taehyung but somehow you didn't really believe it. But now you could see it, that it really had been Taehyung. His expression was shocked first but then changed to pissed in seconds.
He was waiting for you to say something but you just stared at him with your mouth open, still shivering.

"Put on the jacket.", he nodded at his jacket in your hands.

You tried to give him his jacket back but he didn't bother to take his hands out of his pants pockets.
It took him quite a while to realise you wouldn't put the jacket on and that's when he decided to do it by himself. He took the jacket out of your reached out hands and stepped behind you to put the jacket on you. You resisted at first but you could say that he kind of forced you to put it on.

"Taehyung I told you to leave me alone. Why do you put these post its in front of my door? It's you, right?"

He nodded looking at the ground.
Super unusual he stayed quiet and didn't say anything. It was weird seeing this side of him again.

"Taehyung, why are you doing this?"

He shrugged his shoulders still not being able to look up to you. When you realised he wasn't going to say anything anymore you decided that it had been enough. You had tried.

"Okay whatever. Just leave me alone, for real now.", you were about to put the jacket off when he stopped you.

"I need to give you your jacket back."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I don't want to keep it."

"Can we talk? Like really talk for once now?", he finally looked up and you felt taken aback. What was he about?

"I don't know."

"Please?"

You nodded and he grabbed your hand to go back to your apartment. After a year you could finally feel his hand on yours again. It hadn't changed much. Again your hand became very warm and the floor felt like walking on clouds. His soft warm hands have always given you comfort and now you noticed that they probably always would.

As you were standing in front of your door he picked up the rose, looking at it while he was waiting for you to open the door.
You opened it and stepped in putting your shoes off but leaving on his jacket. Taehyung had also taken his shoes off already and put the rose into a glass filled with water in your kitchen. You were waiting for him in the living room, sitting on the sofa and playing with your nails.

He came into the living room with two glasses and a Wodka bottle.

"You can't be serious.", you pointed at the bottle.

"I can't do it this sober.", he sat down beside you and opened the bottle.

"Cheers.", he smiled at you and you tried your best to smile back.

The situation was awkward but you didn't feel like it. Somehow you felt even comfortable and you hated that.

"Did you like the pictures?", he suddenly said after a few shots.

"What?"

"The pictures of you and Jimin. "

"Oh yes but I don't know why you did that. You kind of scared me."

He let out a little laugh, drawing circles on his glass.

"Did you think about what I told you to think about?", he asked still seeming to pay all his attention to the circles on his glass.

"No, of course not."

"What, why?", he seemed obviously offended and stopped drawing.

"Taehyung... Why should I think about it when the only thing I should think about is how to stopp thinking about you.",you said being a bit irritated by how often you had to use the word: think.

He was quiet and continued to draw the circles.

"Do you want to stop thinking about me?", he looked up again.

The intense eye contact made you gulp but you couldn't escape his eyes. They were like a black hole.

"Yes.", you finally stuttered.

"No."

"Of course I do."

"No you obviously don't."

"I'm trying my hardest but you keep on making it rough for me. Taehyung, I hate you!", the first tears already had reached your cheek and you stood up feeling a bit dizzy.

He followed your actions and stood up too.

"Why are you only blaming me now? And don't say you hate me because you don't!"

"What the fuck!", you started to scream at him and took a few more steps back before continuing: "How on earth can I be blamed?"

"You never think about blaming yourself, maybe you should do it now!", his voice was raised by now too.

"You're an asshole, leave!"

"No! Not before you think about it!"

"About what? About you leaving me for a Barbie and cheating on me for months? No thanks. I've thought about this enough already and I'm so sick of it I feel like dying!"

"Don't bring this up, now!", he came closer but you kept on taking steps back.

This was turning into a fight, again. The adrenaline started rushing through your blood and the amount of alcohol in it didn't do any good.

"What should I think about then? You were the only one for me Taehyung, I was loyal all the time. I gave my all to you, I loved you with all my heart. I gave you my heart so easily and now I can't do anything to get it back, no matter how hard I try!", you stood still and put your head into your hands so he couldn't see your ugly sobbing.

There were no sounds but your sobbing. Taehyung seemed tense and angry. He was trying to calm his breathing before he came closer with quick steps.

"It's because I can't give it back.", he mumbled in his rough voice before taking your hands off your face and lifting up your chin. You couldn't realise what was going on when you suddenly felt his soft lips on yours.