Taehyung sat at his desk staring at the sheet of paper he had been scribbling on for the past two hours. Finally he stood up, stretching towards the ceiling and yawning loudly. Glancing at the clock, Tae felt a wave of irritation hit. He didn't want to be angry at Namjoon or be the type of boyfriend who demanded to know where he was or what he was doing, but as the clock crept closer to three in the morning Tae couldn't help the frustrated tears that welled up in his eyes. Angrily wiping his sleeve across his face, Taehyung shut off the lights and got into bed. Curling into a tight ball he grabbed a pillow, hugging it to his chest. Not allowing himself to make a sound, Tae let the tears silently roll down his cheek. And then he slept.

Namjoon walked into a dark apartment, dragging his feet as he made his way to the bedroom. Checking to make sure Taehyung was asleep, he crept to the bathroom and shut the door. Turning on the light, Namjoon flinched away at the sight of himself. Dirt was caked on the front of his chest, barely hiding the darker, much wetter stain underneath. Pulling off his shirt, he did his best to clean the wound. Namjoon quickly showered, bandaged the deep gash across his chest, and walked over to his sleeping boyfriend. Looking down at Taehyung, Namjoon's heart sank. Reaching down he followed the path of dried tears with his fingers. The trail of tears seemed so out of place on such a beautiful face. Gently laying down, careful to not reopen his wound, Namjoon wondered,

"Did I make any mistakes today?"