Days passed uneventfully and Taehyung became relieved.

Bo-gum had not contacted him again after their last conversation, and he spent most of his spare time listening to Jimin's tales of unrequited love. His friend refused to tell him though, who was the object of his affection who broke his heart, because he said, "it was not relevant." What was important was the life lesson he learned from that time of misery, that the bond among the members was strong enough to lift him from depression, and that those who were genuine friends would not intentionally hurt him.

Taehyung glanced at Jimin across the room fiddling with the cufflinks on his sleeve.

"Stop spacing out and come help me with this," Jimin yelled.

"Yes boss," Taehyung quipped.

"Are you still nervous?" Jimin asked as Taehyung hooked the chains together.

"Why should I be?"

"I don't know. It's just a long time since we attended an awards show in Korea. This year, we were mostly overseas or busy touring. Despite years of attending, these events never fail to excite me."

"That's good, isn't it? That after all this, you're still passionate as if it's the first time you're on stage."

"And you're not?" Jimin looked at his friend with a worried expression.

"It's not that, but I can't just seem to put my finger on it."

"Well, cheer up, Tae! How bad can it be?"