My POV

"They're trying to kill me," those words escaped his lips as soon as he sat down.

I had looked at his calm, stable face in shock, taking in what he just said. He looked back at me as if he had just said 'good morning'.

"Th-they? But, who are they??" I had asked.

"They're bad, bad people. And they want me dead."

"But.. How can I possibly help you with that? Why can't you go to the police?"

He held his mug of coffee I just gave him, slowly spinning it on the table as he dozed off with his eyes focused on the swirling steam emitting from the cup.

"If I go to the police, I go to jail." He calmly said.

"Jimin, look at me." His eyes slowly rose towards mine, wondering why I just said that.

"Can't you tell me the details? What mess are you in and with who??"

He shook his head with a sad smile,"I don't want you to fall in this mess, too."

"But you want my help, right?"

He gave me a small nod.

"Then, tell me, what's wrong??"

He cleared his throat, finally letting out his voice that was too soft to be heard before,"There's those... Dangerous people. And I was with them for a while. And when I tried to fix myself and get away from them, they told me there was no way back. And if I decided to leave their dirty work and have a normal life, then... They'll hunt me down... And kill me."

"...And that's what you did. You left them?"

"Yes, they were the reason of my destruction, the reason why my life broke apart, the reason why I broke apart. And the reason why I hurt you.." The last words came out with full sorrow, revealing how sorry he was for what he did to me.

"But.. How can I trust anything you say? I trusted you before and look what happened."

"You don't have to trust me. I know its hard. Just follow what your heart says for you. I just need a place to stay. I know no one that isn't ready to murder me for all the bad things I've done. You're my last hope..."

With that, the room fell into silence. The only sound that came out was Bomi cutely growling at Jimin, not recognizing his scent and feeling danger by his presence.

I didn't know if I should've felt the same.

"(Y/N), you don't need to give me an answer now. And Taehyung doesn't need to know, if you had any other place for me to stay. Just for a couple of weeks until I figure out what to do."

I looked away, thinking deeply. Maybe what I was doing was a mistake. Maybe I should've just tried to let him go away or take him to the police.

And maybe you shouldn't.

Oh, here comes my mind again.
Stupid mind.

I sighed, nodding,"okay. I'll... Think about it... Maybe you should.. Live here. It would be safer."

"And what about Taehyung?"

I shrugged,"I'll figure it out, somehow."

He gave me a sweet smile, and I smiled back, not realizing how much I missed seeing that smile, the same smile that let me blindly trust him back then.

I knew that somehow I'd regret getting into this, knowing how deep and bad it seemed. But I was always the best at making horrible life decisions. No one could beat me at that.

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"(Y/N)...."

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling an arm around my waist as someone had whispered that in my ear from behind.

I smiled, turning to him as I rubbed my tired eyes,"Morning, Tae."

He gave me a sweet square smile and kissed my cheek. "Morning, too, (Y/N). Waking up beside you is the best part of my day."

I threw a pillow at him. "Dont be so cliché. We're not in a movie!"

He groaned,"I guess the first way of flirting worked with you better before we started dating." He pouted.

I scoffed,"don't remind me." And headed to the bathroom to wash my face.

As soon as I finished, I looked into the mirror while biting my lip slightly, remembering the promise I made for Jimin.

I, somehow, had to tell Taehyung about it.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, thinking of a way to start the conversation when I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I opened my eyes, seeing a sleepy morning Taehyung burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Why do you seem stressed?" He whispered, still holding me from behind While I stared at his figure in the mirror.

"I.. Need to tell you something.." I hesitantly said.

"Me too," he interrupted me, taking his face away and turning me so I was face to face with him now.

His gaze shifted towards the ground as he said,"I.. have to go on a two-week tour next Sunday."

My eyes widened,"what? Why didn't you tell me before??"

"I knew about it last night. And I couldn't say no because my manager had already made the deal and signed everything."

"I hate managers," I muttered.

"So, anyway, I tried to make them take you with me but it didn't work out. And I have to fly next sunday." He looked at me sadly.

He hugged me again but from the front and asked,"You'll be okay, won't you? My (Y/N) is strong enough to murder whoever annoys her."

"You're right," I giggled. "Don't worry about me, Tae. I'll be okay. Just sleep and eat well."

"But what will I have when I'm hungry without you?" He grinned playfully, earning a smack from me as he laughed at my blush.

"Still not bored of those pick-up lines?"

"Oh, but.." Now he went serious. "What did you want to tell me, (Y/N)?"

I stopped myself a little; I knew this last minute decision of mine was totally wrong but I wanted to prove I could handle myself, even with a psycho boy who would probably be sleeping on my couch and planning how to murder me.

Cool.

I shook my head,"I just wanted to tell you that I'm tired of Bomi eating all my shoes. So I'm going to buy a closet for all my shoes and lock them there.

He chuckled lightly, ruffling my hair before walking out of the bathroom and looking one last time at me."

"I'm really going to miss you annoying me."

I rolled my eyes boredly, but deep inside, guilt was already eating at me for lying to him.