The smell of coffee reached my nose and slowly I started to wake up. I tried stretching my body, but a pair of arms wrapped around me preventing me from doing so. I pulled out my hand from under the bed sheets and rubbed my eyes, glancing over at Jimin who laid peacefully with closed eyes next to me. 

He was sleeping. His lips were pouted and a small wrinkle in between his eyebrow had formed. I brought my hand to his forehead and placed my thumb between his brows and caressed it gently, making the wrinkle disappear. I smiled looking at his adorable face, yet I felt something clench my heart.

I had chosen to ignore the threats. Maybe they were empty threats, maybe not. I was still scared—frightened—but I was more scared of losing the person that had meant the most to me recently.

Somehow, despite all the chaos inside my mind, I felt at ease when I was with Jimin. Waking up in his bed, having his arms around me and his scent enveloping my existence, I felt safe with him.

But I also knew that if any of us were in danger, it was him. And I hated to bring him in that position. I swore to myself I was going to find out who this person was, and as soon as I did, I would report them to the police.

I felt the presence next to me move and I looked back up at Jimin's face. Our eyes met, his drowsy and only slightly awake. His arms around me squeezed me in tighter, making me almost feel out of breath.

"You're awake already?" Jimin muttered.

One of his hands slid up my back and reached the top of my head, entangling his fingers in my hair.

I hummed, digging my head into the crook of his neck. I loved that me made me feel so safe and secure.

We laid for a while like that, snuggling into each other and enjoying each others presence. 

Jimin moaned as his arms let go of me and he turned to lay on his back, stretching his body. His head fell to the side, looking at me and I looked back at him.

I never knew what word to use to describe him in the morning. His hair laid messily and his eyes were squinted, he looked sexy. His lips were usually pouted and his cheeks puffy, he looked cute. His facial features were perfect and I couldn't help but adore the handsome boy in front of me. My boyfriend.

"Did you make coffee?" Jimin spoke and sat up in the bed, leaning against the headboard.

I shook my head as a reply.

"Must be Hoseok then, I thought he had work early morning though." He muttered to himself.

He moved towards the edge of the bed looking as if he was about to get out of it.

I grabbed his hand and he halted his motions, looking back at me.

"You told me you don't have any plans before noon." I voiced.

"I don't." He agreed, a smile finding his lips, "You want me to stay?"

I nodded, pulling on his hand, making him fall onto the bed again. We both chuckled and Jimin cuddled up under the bed sheets again.

"Cuddle me." I demanded, scooting closer to his body as he was almost at the edge of his king sized bed. I always thought that his oversized bed matched his ego.

Jimin hummed and pulled me into his bare chest, placing his chin on the top of my head. The best feeling was being surrounded by his scent and enveloped in his arms.

Morning turned into noon, which turned to early afternoon and Jimin had to go to the dance studio. I went home and as afternoon turned to evening, I met up with my friends for another dinner and drinks night.

"Why did you stop drinking?" Hana asked me. The whole group turned to me, waiting for my response.

"I didn't. I just... am on a diet." I lied, feeling pressured to come with a reasonable answer. I didn't feel like telling them about the alcohol abuse I had been through for the past three months.

"You look happier recently." Hyunae remarked, looking at Hana with a look as if she knew something. The girl's smirked at each other before looking at me again. 

"Yeah, is there anyone you'd like to tell us about?" Hana added.

"Who?" I answered, acting clueless even though a specific person appeared in my head immediately.

"Like a boy?" Hana said, pulling on the last letters. They were nosy, and so was the rest of the group who all had their ears turned to our conversation.

"What, Y/n's got a boyfriend?" Charlie said, his voice rising with enthusiasm throughout the sentence.

"What! No!" I said and scoffed afterwords. I felt my ears turn red and my cheeks grow hot.

I didn't even know why I said no. Maybe it was because I always said I didn't need a boyfriend. Maybe it was because our relationship was still new and just the mention of Jimin as my boyfriend would make me flustered.

"Y/n, come on! I saw you leave with a guy after work the other day. Don't tell me that's a random dude?" Hana scoffed. Her smile was wide and her eyes glistened with curiosity.

I looked around intimidated by all the attention and the topic about my love life.

Nobody said anything, but had all their ears perked so I decided to talk, "Okay—"

"Wait! For real? You have a boyfriend and you didn't even tell me!?" Yejun exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table.

If we'd turn back time to 6 months ago, I would've told her about this as the first person after my brother. We were best friends after all. But time changed things and I'd grown more reserved.

"I'm sorry—"

"No forget her! You didn't tell me!" Seungbin also exclaimed and stood from his seat.

Everyone silenced, looking at Seungbin who stood up with an angry expression. But only seconds before I would've started to get worried, his expression softened and turned to a chuckle.

"Cheers to Y/n's successful love life." Seungbin announced loudly and caused people around us to look. He was drunk clearly as he raised his glass. The rest of the table held their glasses up too and clung them together, before conversing across the table as before and the attention was finally off of me.

My cheeks were burning from embarrassment.

A while later I sat, zoning out at the cup with soju in front of me. I didn't want to drink it, yet I had already downed three other shots tonight. I had succumbed to the drunk atmosphere.

"Where's Taehyung anyways?" Someone asked openly.

I barely paid any attention to what everyone talked about as I pondered whether to down the fourth shot, but the mention of Taehyung made me perk my ears slightly.

I had briefly wondered why he didn't show up today when everybody else had sat down at the restaurant table, but I didn't ask about it.

"It's the anniversary of his little sister's passing." Someone replied.

Even though I was listening to the conversation, the voices in my head were loud and I barely comprehended the words.

"Peaches?" Someone remarked and my head shot up so quick I almost suffered a whiplash, "That's today?" Namgil added, grabbing his phone and checking the date.

"What did you say?" I muttered, looking at Namgil.

I felt my heart beat harder and faster and my body started quivering.

"I asked if today's the day."

"No no no," I shook my head, "the other thing... the name."

I closed my eyes briefly, grabbing my head as I felt like I could faint right there and then.

Did he really say...

"Peaches?" Namgil repeated.

I opened my eyes wide and for a moment my body felt numb.

"That's how Taehyung always used to address his little sister. I actually don't know her real name." Namgil muttered the last part to himself.

My breathing got heavier and faster. It trembled and my eyes flickered all over the table.

"Are you okay?" Yejun next to me asked and grabbed my shoulder.

I looked at her but I didn't register her face, it was like I blacked out. Sweat pearls formed on my forehead and I felt ill. I stood up from the table and rushed out of the restaurant.

I entered the cold streets with a blurry mind. My jacket was in my hand, I was unable to put it on as my brain had disconnected from my body.

Could Taehyung really be the owner of the letters?

Flashbacks ran through my mind as I tried thinking it all through. Why would Taehyung be threatening me? Why didn't he want me to hang out with Jimin? Did he really kill my brother?

But why would he kill my brother? He knew him, he was his friend. 

Maybe he didn't kill my brother. He couldn't have... Maybe he was just a psycho using my brother's name to manipulate and scare me.

I found it in me to be disgusted with myself. I'd found the notes sexual, thinking they were from Jimin all the while it was one of my friends, or at least a member of my friend group, that had watched me, stalked me, threatened me and scared me.

But, why?

3 days later

Even though I should've, I didn't go to the police.

I didn't want people to know. I was scared, but too, I didn't understand how my friend could've sent me those letters.

I hated myself for it, but I also felt sympathy for him. 

Taehyung had lost his little sister. When I first got the news, I felt like I could relate to him. I felt like maybe, we could bond off of that—like talking to someone who really understands you.

And deep down, I still felt that.

But I also felt I had to make this stop.

I didn't want Taehyung to suffer the consequences if I went to the police, so instead, I had another plan.

Today we were out bowling. Everyone in our friend group were present, including Taehyung.

My friends were having fun, bowling and conversing as usually, but I didn't.

I felt uncomfortable in Taehyung's presence. I sensed a pair of eyes that were glued on me constantly and I felt like I had to watch over my shoulder every 5 seconds. My friends knew nothing, the only one who did was Taehyung and I.

But he didn't know I knew.

"Yejun I have something to tell you." I spoke, pulling her over to the table where our drinks were, and nearby where Taehyung stood. I spoke in a relatively high volume, on purpose. I knew Taehyung was listening now—and I wanted him to.

"What's up?" Yejun said, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Jimin and I broke up." I said, loud and proud.

"What?" Yejun exclaimed.

I had on a call told Yejun everything about Jimin and I—well, almost everything. She'd nagged me about keeping it a secret from her and I felt guilty about it, so I had told her all.

I looked to the side without moving my head, noting how Taehyung's eyes still were on me.

It creeped me out. How did I never notice it before?

"I broke up with Jimin." I said again, a bit louder, pretending to drown out the music.

"What, why?" Yejun looked puzzled and rightfully so. It was only three days ago she found out about my relationship and two days ago she got the full story. To her, there didn't seem to be problems at all.

"He annoyed me, too clingy and he had a lot of icks. I don't think I ever even liked him."

The words tasted bad in my mouth, but I had to endure it and force them out.

Yejun stood with her mouth agape in front of me. I was just about to open my mouth and continue my reasoning of 'breaking up with Jimin', but I shut it as I saw Taehyung walk away and approach the bowling lane.

"I'm sorry to hear—"

"We didn't break up." I rudely interrupted Yejun. 

Yejun looked at me with raised eyebrows, "Girl, can you decide?" She spat and let out a small chuckle afterwards, still not sure of what was going on.

"Sorry, it was a prank." I lied, granting her a smile I hoped would make her forget about the whole situation.

"What kind of prank is that?" She said and stomped her one foot cutely, "I'm your best friend!"

It made me forget about what happened for a moment as she said that. I really missed her as my best friend, but it seemed as if she never let me go.

"Right, and that's why I had to test you. To see if you really want what's best for me. And you seemed quite upset and bewildered. You passed my test." I lied, and lied, and lied.

But what else could I do.

I had lied to everyone recently.

I'd lied to Jimin when he asked me why I didn't reply to his texts.

I'd lied to my parents when they asked me why I started emptying the letterbox every day.

I'd lied to my friends when they asked me why I stopped drinking.

I lied to myself when I told myself I shouldn't be scared of Taehyung—that he was my friend.

So why stop lying now?

a.n.

I updated way sooner than what I'd intended, bc one of you asked and it really warmed my heart. Thank you<3