After his confession, I was the happiest person alive. 2 months passed with us texting non stop and falling in love with each other. We skyped a few times and my parents were still against meeting him. He did not look like any other guy - with his hair dyed bright red and his own style. I guess my parents did not really like that. So after 2 Months, I suddenly received a message from him. "I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I love you." And then he blocked me. Out of his life. God, I suffered so much. I missed him, missed his lovely words and his smile. Every night I cried about the same thing. I just couldnt get over him. I tried, really, but I couldnt. I couldnt tell my parents what was wrong so I entrusted the whole thing to my only friend near me - Jungkook. 

My heart raced when I rang the doorbell. I never showed up randomly at his house. What if he was busy? What if he wouldnt let me in? 

He did. 

"Taehyung, Hi! What are you doing here? Come in! Are you okay?" I hugged him. "Nothing is okay. Can we talk?" He smiled and gestured upstairs with his hand. "Sure. Let's go to my room." His room looked really cool. I plopped down on his bed and he sat next to me. "So whats wrong?" "Jimin 'broke up with me. Not that we were together, you know that, but he said he couldnt do that anymore and blocked me. I dont think I can do anything without him!" Tears were streaming down my face now. Jungkook wiped them away. "Shh.. It's okay. I thought he was weird from the beginning, anyway." I looked at him with wide eyes. "What? He's not weird just because hes not completely ordinary. He's perfect!" Jungkook sighed. "See.. thats your problem. You worship him. You havent even met him. How do you know hes not a dangerous person? Oh, and long distance relationships never really go well. I'm sorry, Tae." I cried even more. "No, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just go-" He grabbed my wrist. "Why dont you stay here tonight? I'm sure thats better for you." 

So it happened that I slept at Jungkooks house. For three days. I decided to text Jimin again. Bad Idea. He had a boyfriend now - an old friend of him - but he wanted to stay in touch with me again. I agreed. The next bad idea. The whole thing happened again. Really. We were close again, best friends. I knew it was wrong. It hurt me even more because I still loved him.

And then he confessed to me. Again. He had broken up with his boyfriend and made me the happiest guy ever by confessing once again. But we were not together. We still hadnt seen each other in person. 

But I didnt know an innocent 9th of May would change that. 

"Dont do anything on saturday this weekend." He texted, but he didnt tell me why. I didnt, of course. We texted this morning, like usually. "Good morning." 7 am. "Good morning. Why did you get up so early?" I answered, at 9 am. "Sitting in a car. I'm excited." "Why?" "Because I'm going to see my boyfriend today for the first time."