September 15, 20XX-Monday

I barely slept all weekend because I was too busy worrying about Taehyung.

Did he go through that kind of verbal abuse every day?

My heart ached just thinking about it. 

I hope he's okay...

Lucky for me, I didn't have to wonder for long because he was walking through the crowd in my direction.

My eyes quickly inspected every inch of him, hoping that I wouldn't find any new bruises or scrapes.

Nothing.

Relief washed over me, the only pain is the one he held in his heart.

I tried to make eye contact with him, but as always his eyes were cast on the ground. 

He's about to pass me...

Just as he brushed by, I grabbed the sleeve of his sweater.

Why did I do that?

Surprised, he picked up his head to look halfway at me.

Not a single smile...

I bit my lip before asking, "Nice sweater. What's it made of...boyfriend material?" 

I let go of his arm and walked away.

I peered over my shoulder to see that he was looking over his as well, giving me a big grin and a low chuckle before turning away.

Success!

Even if it's not a lot, I hope I can make his days better.

Together, we can survive.

I really believed that.