There. Loud knocks on my door at 2 in the morning, "yes?? who is it????" I dragged myself off the bed to check out who that psychotic person was banging at my door at this timing. 
With eyes still half closed, I opened the door to a tall, all-too-familiar figure before me. 
"Y/N......" He slouched over, taking me into his arms, not allowing me time to come to my senses about what is happening. 
He reeked of alcohol, Taehyung must've been drinking. But why did he end up here? "Taehyung, you're drunk, let go." 
"No......I'm afraid..." 

"Of what? Taehyung, please let go. This isn't right."

"I'm afraid.. if I let go, you'll be gone forever."

"Stop this Tae, you're spouting nonsense because you're drunk. Let me call Jimin and get him to pick you up." I tried pushing away but instead, his arms around my neck tightened, not letting me move an inch. He buried his face into my hair, and I felt drops of water on my shoulder. That was when I realised. Taehyung was crying. 
"I'm so sorry." He mumbled, "you know I didn't mean it that day. I wasn't thinking straight, it was an impulsive decision." 
My heart sunk as my thoughts drifted back to that day. That very day we fought. We raised our voices at each other, we were so worked up and moreover, I was a complete mess. I could still remember every detail of it, my tear stained face, the furious look in Taehyung's eyes, and that glass flower vase that was once beautiful, being shattered into little pieces laying all over the ground. The last scene in my head was Taehyung storming out through my door, telling me in that serious, low tone, that we were over. I knelt to the ground, completely lifeless. I didn't get any sleep the whole week