I wish I knew what was on your mind. I wish I knew what you think about with every passing second of the day. But knowing you, someone who was bullied to the point where you just simply shut your mouth in defeat, it's only difficult to read you. You're almost like a novel that contained several cliffhangers, not knowing where to start or end, or whether the story was just an illusion.

He walks onto the set with a new hair colour that suited his tanned skin beautifully. I felt myself get lost in a trance as he fixed a few strands that were blocking his eyesight. He knew he looked handsome by the way he confidently pulled off a light grey hair colour, all topped off with loose clothing from the brand new clothing line and long pieces of jewellery that hung from his ears.

"Jiyeon," I snap out of my trance to see Jungkook smirking, "I know he's too handsome to handle but we're literally just waiting for your cue to start the photo shoot."

"Oh, right!" I laugh nervously, scratching the back of my neck as I look through the viewfinder and counting down before Taehyung starts his first set of poses. "Please give me that mysterious vibe, and don't forget to look right through the camera lens, alright?"

Taehyung can only nod before I started clicking away, all of his poses almost perfect enough to plaster on a huge billboard over the whole city of Seoul. He smirks, and I can only feel myself get lost again, but I slightly pinch myself to focus.

"V-ssi, you look incredibly handsome, do you mind shedding some light on your beauty secrets for me?" Jungkook asks during a fifteen-minute break, while the latter was busy getting his makeup fixed. "I'm pretty sure you get all the girls with your stunning looks, huh?"

"Not all," he mumbles in reply, and I raise an eyebrow curiously.

I start to pretend as if I was occupied by quickly editing and retouching some photos on the computer while Jungkook and Taehyung continue to converse with each other. 

"Not all? What do you mean? You're a literal god." Jungkook says softly. "Stop being humble for once―"

"Her name was Shin Mijoo." My fingers twitch, and I feel my heart stop at the sound of her name. 

Shin Mijoo. I've held the biggest grudge on her only because I hated her, and I still do. The thought of her always brings me back to the day she made fun of him in front of the whole student body, after she had made him fall for her games. 

Taehyung was a self-less teenage boy who did almost everything it took to get what he wanted. Although he was bullied for being such a loner and a loser, a little voice inside of him was screaming for him to get what he wanted; Shin Mijoo.

But who knew that fulfilling all of her promises and wishes was only her plan to ruin his life? Obviously everyone but Taehyung.

"Ah, Shin Mijoo, she's probably charming just like how her name is," Jungkook grins, nudging him but Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"She ruined my life," he mutters.

November 28th, 2014. Kim Taehyung, 18, dead.

I gulp nervously, my fingers fumbling to get a hold of my bottled water. As it falls to the floor, I quickly pick it up. Somehow it started to get difficult to look at him straight in the eye. But with the shake of my fingers and hands out of nervousness, I could feel his own stare courageously burning two holes through my back.

Cause of Death: Suicide.