Yoona's POV Being too careful with my steps, I failed to notice the flower pot on the corner which resulted on me tripping, my face almost planting on the cold ground, if I wasn't able to pin my hands in front. I looked up to see my aunt shaking her head in disapproval while Taehyung was looking at me, confused and startled at the same time. "Anyeong!" I shyly greeted as I raised my hand to cover my embarrassment. Great, Yoona. Smooth, real smooth. I quickly sat on the far corner of the room as my Aunt and Taehyung continued their session. A sigh escaped my lips after remembering how Taehyung almost didn't acknowledge my presence. I resist the urge from crying as I listen to their session. It has been a week since I last saw him or even talked to him. Jimin had been visiting me often and asking me what happened nor what the problem is. But how can I answer him when I don't even know myself. Yoongi and Jin oppa even visited me one night looking for answers. Apparently, Taehyung kept on insisting that nothing is wrong between the two of us. I didn't want to but I cried in front of the two. Somehow, I felt it more okay to cry to them rather than Jimin because I'm afraid what he'll do to Taehyung once he sees my devastated state. I'm tired trying to think what I did wrong. We were actually fine the last time we were together. He was even sweet to me. I played the hem of my shirt when I felt a pair of eyes were staring at me. I looked up and caught him eyeing my appearance and I swear I saw a glint of guilt flashed through his eyes. It was clear that he was startled and somehow, my heart found hope after I saw a slight reaction showing on his face. "I called Yoona to accompany you today for your last task. I mean, it will