Life is sh*t. 

That has been my mantra ever since I knew how to swear. 

Nothing goes the way you want it to, and everything is just a mess. 

Why is it like that though? 

I just wish for once things could go my way, is it too much to ask? 

I've been dealt a bad hand:

I had to grow up without a mother. 

My father just sees me as a musician, not a daughter. 

My freakin' cello got stolen. 

My dominant arm's broken. 

One of my best friends hasn't spoken to me in weeks. 

Honestly, if any other bad thing happens to me in this life, I won't even question it. 

Bad things generally happen to me, I should expect that, but I can't help the many questions I have. 

Why me? 

What the hell have I done to deserve this? 

I sigh in content as my eyes travel, taking in every aspect of his resting face. I smile to myself as I spot his cute, little moles on his delicate face. 

Kim Taehyung is really a work of art. He's my work of art. 

I soundlessly and carefully remove his arm from my bare waist then get off the bed, I spot his shirt that he had thrown on the floor, and with a goofy smile on my face I quickly put it on and breathe in deeply. 

Smells just like him. 

I tiptoe out of my bedroom and head for the practice room, I've been spending more time in there than anywhere else these days. The first thing that catches my attention is the cello Taehyung got for me, ever since I returned from Daegu it has been sitting there, untouched but not unnoticed.

It's not like I can play it anyway, so I just sit and look at it, and then I think about my cello. 

I know it's a far stretch but I hope someone reports something to the police so I can get it back. It belongs to me, not with some idiotic thief who dared to rob me. But then, one strange thing has been bugging me ever since I got discharged from the hospital. 

He knew my name. 

I didn't really put much thought into it, if you follow modern contemporary classical music you will eventually know my name as I've made the headlines before. But it's what he said after I bumped into him, I know that I haven't done anything to anyone this year or last year, I've been a good girl ever since I've entered my last year of university. 

So what the hell is his beef with me? 

With a heavy sigh, I run my fingers through my hair then walk over to my father's piano, I smile softly as I remembered how Taehyung and I utilized it for an entirely different purpose. If my Dad ever finds out the things I've been doing when he's not around he would probably make me wear a chasity belt.

You would think that I should have at least a drop of fear for him, but I don't care what he thinks or how he will react. I'm deeply in love with Taehyung and I'll face any risk that comes my way. 

I sit on the piano bench as I run my fingers over the different keys, with a roll of my shoulders, a stretch of my neck, and with a deep breath I hit the first key to one of my favourite Bach pieces. I don't get far in my impromptu piano session due to the stupid cast on my arm, out of frus