Shiranda's POV

   There's a knock on the door.  Taehyung and I look at each other, both of us arching a brow, our synchronization on point.  We both look at the door simultaneously.  "Come in."  Tae says.

The anonymous knocker comes in, and it pains me to look at him.  He just stands there and stares at me.  Taehyung looks at him with a confused brow-raise, and I look away from his gaze.

His gaze lingers.  Suddenly, he swiftly walks over to me and grabs onto my arm.  He pulls me in the direction of the door, then pulls me into his room.

He closes the door and locks it before turning around and looking at me, a nonreadable blank expression on his face.  "What do you want, Jimin?"  He hasn't spoken to me in over six months.  What could he possibly want with me now?

"Your stuff is still in this room..."  "I was gonna get it moved."  I say with my arms folded, a cold, tight-lipped expression on my face.  "Your stuff is still in this room...and it reminds me of you everyday.  I miss you, like crazy.  I miss your scent.  I miss playing with your hair.  I miss kissing you.  I miss talking to you.  I miss doing everything together.  Let me see your phone."

My phone?

I roll my eyes before digging in my pocket and handing it over to him.  He pulls out his phone and presses the screen buttons on our phones.  He holds the phones up to me, the screens facing me.  "Look at this.  We have matching lock screens,"  He puts in the passwords to both of our phones.  He shows me the screens again.

"Look.  We have matching home screens, too, and both screens are the picture of you and I at the beach."  I see what he's saying, and I'm really soft for him right now, but I have to be difficult.

"Ok.  What's your point?"  "My point is, even though we weren't speaking to each other, we still love each other.  We didn't change our screens, and you didn't change your password.  Guess what your password is.  It's 1013jimin.  My birthday and my name.  You still love me, and I damn sure still love you.  Look, I'm sorry.  I've been dying on the inside without you.  Going on tour with you was so hard, seeing you and not speaking to you.  I've been crying ever since that night."

"Over six months, Jimin.  You didn't talk to me for over six months,"  Tears well up in my eyes as I try to fight the developing lump in my throat.  "Why?"

A single tear runs down his cheek, and he sniffles before wiping it away.  "I...I was in my feelings-"  "Why were you mad at me?"  I cut him off, full-on crying.  "When I asked you if you missed the way things used to be, and you couldn't give me an answer, it sent me over the edge.  I needed to know that you were still mine.  I need to know that you're still mine."  He says the last sentence with pleading eyes.

I'm completely soft for him now, and I can't keep up the act anymore.  "Of course I'm still yours.  I always will be.  You were the first member I fell in love with.  You will always be special to me."

He hugs me, and I hug him back, both of us crying.  "I'm so sorry."  He says through his tears.  "I forgive you."  I say through mine.  "I love you."  "I love you, too, Jimin."

We pull away and give each other a long peck on the lips, his hand cupping my cheeks as my hands rest on his waist.