Taehyung's pov 

The same thing happened every night. I'd wake up at 4:37 am with a headache, and sweating, thinking about Dahyun. The bags under my eyes were growing intensely, and Jimin tried making me take naps multiple times.

I thought I was going insane. Everywhere I looked, I saw her. Guilt was eating me alive and I couldn't take it. I knew it had to stop, but how?

Then finally, one night, I woke up again at 4:37 am. I felt so hot I thought my skin was melting. I tried to wipe awaymy sweat, but was quite unsuccessful. I sighed, getting out of my bed. Most nights, I slep at Jimin's apartment or he would stay the night at my house, but recently, he hasn't come over because of his late night classes.

I slept alone in my bed feeling emptier than I had in a while. Dragging my feet, I reached the living room. I switched on the lamp creating a dim light overcasting the room. It was the the middle of November, meaning it was a really cold and windy night.

Jimin's birthday passed and I wanted to celebrate, but he decided against it. I felt like I was going crazy over the last week. I wasn't seeing Jimin as often so I wasn't taking good care of myself or my puppy. I streched and yawned while searching for the TV remote. 

Scratch scratch 

I perked up. I assumed it was the wind since I had been going crazy. But again I heard it.

Scratch scratch

This time, there was no denying that it was just my imagination. I slowly made my way to the door, scared to approach whatever or whoever  I would find.

I did this every night, but tonight felt different. I knew that there was someone there, waiting, waiting to be found. So I would finally kniw that I wasn't hallucinating.

I braved myself, before pulling the door open.

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"Dad?"

This was kind of a shirt, filler chapter. I hope u like it!

10: What hair color would you like to try?

I want to try having silver highlights 

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