-Jihyo's point of view-

Today was the day that the event was going to be taken place. I took Taehyung's recommendation and I'm surprised it worked out perfectly.

They had the evening all ready for us, everything was set to go. The only thing left to do is to get my nails done. I am already wearing my outfit and my hair and makeup is once again completed skillfully.

It's thirty minutes before the event, and I want to get there at least fifteen minutes early.

I soon arrive, showing up exactly on time like I wanted to. I started fixing some things on the table, when I soon felt a light touch on the back of my arm.

I turn around to see who it was, and it was Taehyung himself.

"Aren't you a little early?"

"Wow, no 'good evening'? I'm offended." He places a hand over his chest.

"You know what I mean, I just thought I wouldn't have to greet someone who knows me well."

He smiled, "I like the way you think."

"So, why are you here early?"

I cross my arms as my attention stayed on him.

"Uh, I just came in case you needed help." He placed his hands in his pocket before continuing.

"Okay, help me set these out."

He nodded and did so, grabbing everything in a careful manner and slowly placing them down on the table.

-

It's been two hours into the event, and so far everything's been going great. Taehyung has been by my side, and hasn't left since.

Taehyung starts to look around, worried as a group of gentleman walked in.

He placed his arm around my waist, as I turned around to order a drink at the bar.

"Taehyung what are you-"

He grumbles and speaks in an octave lower than before, "Don't turn around. Listen to me carefully Jihyo."

I nodded as my ears perked.

"These guys that just walked in are a group of cons, except these guys are here to kill you."

He pulls me in with his hand, I'm close to his chest to prove that I'm with him,

"There are three more other groups that are here for you, and they all are carrying a gun."

I nodded at that note, I'm not going to lie. I'm a bit scared though.

"Casually take a look around the room. You'll instantly know who they are."

I did as told. I flipped my hair and my head along with a smile made a quick rotation.

He was right, I could tell because they all had suits on, and also were touching their waist like they were getting ready for a gun to be taken out.

"What do I do?"

"I want you to stick with me."

I nodded as I slowly followed Taehyung, his hand holding mine. I followed him out of the venue and into the hallway, except they all followed along too.

Taehyung stands in front of me, looking at my eyes as the guys are behind me,

"This leaves me no choice, I need you to duck."

I did as told, bending over as low as possible and soon quickly Taehyung grabbed out his gun.

He shot them all quickly before a bullet came toward us. Only a few died, and soon quickly he ran out of amo.

He ran up to them and started fighting them hand in hand, I didn't know what to do but stay still.

Two bulky guys came closer to me, and started grabbing me by the neck, chocking me. I looked around and kicked them in their favorite place.

I then reached for the flower vase next to me and smashed it with the other man's head. He fell, as blood drizzled down his forehead.

The other one came running at me, but I took out my knife that was hidden under my dress and stabbed him. Mom always told me to carry a knife.

Their bodies are on the floor, and we run off to the rooftop. His hand finds mine and leads me once again.

Taehyung lets go as I find a spot to sit, he breathes heavily.

"Taehyung what the actual fuck was that?"

He put his arms up, "What?"

He huffed as blood was all over his fists and lip.

"How did you know? And who the fuck were they?"

"I'm apart of a con group, I know shit. And they were out for your head, I told you."

I got up to walk closer to him, "Was this your plan? When you came to my office?"

He nodded, "Yes, it was. I came to only protect you."

I sighed, my voice grows weary and shakey.

I sigh, "Thank you, I could've died."

He nodded in a small gesture. I grabbed his arm and placed his hand on top of mine as I locked my fingers with his.

I dragged him to where I was sitting, and bent down to face the bruises and blood on his face.

I brushed the blood off with my finger on his lip, "Shit Taehyung. Why did you protect me?"

"Why would you protect something? Because you love it, and you're afraid to lose it." He responds.

His lips curved into a small smile even now. My eyes tear up at how beaten up he looked.

"Do you really love me?"

I asked with doubt.

"Jihyo, who do you think of me as? You never answered."

I looked down, sniffling before meeting his eyes again.

"I think of you as Taehyung, someone who will be there for me. Who makes me happy. Who helps discover who I am. Satisfyed?"

He nodded,

"You never answered my question." I retorted.

He sighs, his voice becoming slow and heavy.

"I've given you many signs. Jihyo, I fucking love you. And I rarely say that."

"Prove it." I whispered.

He leaned in, as our noses brushed each other's. He tilted his head, as I closed my eyes.

He lips touched mine, but they know each other well. They dance with each other, in sync perfectly.

My hands crawl to his neck, as his hands travel around my waist.

This was what I was missing out on.