"Taehyung?" you muffled softly as your droopy head lifted from the
soft couch. You stumbled off of the comfy cushion as your heavy
eyelids retracted; your eyes instantly darted around the room in
search for the familiar figure. You sighed deeply as you glanced back
at the ticking clock. 1:55. You gulped nervously as you stepped from
the couch and made your way into the kitchen. You ruffled your hair in
frustration as your mind pondered to the million possibilities. It was
almost 2 in the morning and your boyfriend, Taehyung was still not
home. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought you heard the door
cracked open. You let out a bitter cackle as you shuffled back onto the
couch, tugging yourself in the cozy blanket as you rested your chin on
a supporting arm; your eyes locked on the black doors as you chewed on
the bottom of your lips.

Your eyelids were threatening to fall when you head a slight shift in
the door. Your head shot up as you rose from the cushions. As expected,
the knob rolled open, the doors flung apart, revealing a very worn-out Taehyung. You noticed the change in his eyes, so you decided to take it slow as you took a few steps towards him.

"Where have you been?" you questioned as you reached by his side. You saw his faced
dropped as it sagged against the ground. "Gosh," he muttered under his breath as he ruffled his hair. "Practice," he mumbled as he shot you a cold glare. "This late?" you asked as you eyed him suspiciously. He only replied to you with the emptiness in his eyes as a cold aura
lingered around him. He nodded reluctantly before shuffling away and
heading into the bedroom. "It's almost 2," you stated as you prevented him from entering the room. "Ughh, will you just give me a break?!" he shouted, his loud cracking voice croaked across the room as it hung against the held breaths. "Will you stop questioning everything I do?!" he bellowed as he threw his hands in the air.

"Fine! You want a break! I'll give you a break! Let's not talk right
now. No, let's not talk anymore!" you shouted back at him as your face
glowed with redness. Your fingers balled into a fist as you puffed loudly.

You weren't usually like this. No, you've never been like this. But
what could you do? You've been dealing with his ty attitude
for quite some time. How could you stay that nice, angelic girl if your
boyfriend comes home at around 2 in the morning with a freakin'
bull attitude?

You felt your heart clenched as you shot him an intense glare; you flipped