She finds her first tinge of peace as she slams the door shut, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh of exhaustion, not even realising that Kim Taehyung was standing a few metres, arms crossed beside a suitcase. Damage control was truly unrelenting and whilst she knew that she did everything in her power to resolve the issue before it spread, her hands were still shaky from the shock of everything happening. 

“I just want to sleep, I don’t even want to shower, I just want to pass the out,” her voice is soft, defeated in more than just one respect, “… I put out a statement and said that it was a misunderstanding and apologised for my public drunkenness, in fact there’s been more positivity surrounding how chivalrous you guys are for making sure I got home safely.”

“Let’s break up Chaeyoung.” 

Her eyes blink suddenly, mind unable to fathom whether she was hearing correctly or in a state of hallucinating after spending the last forty eight hours with no sleep. 

“We don’t need to, the media don’t suspect us to have any sort of romantic rel—“

“I can’t do this anymore. Don’t you ever even consider how I’ve been feeling the whole time? I’ve been calling you non stop and suddenly you have my manager on me demanding that I stay away from the office and you don’t even consult me about this issue, in fact, you don’t even give me a chance to help and that’s not what a relationship is. I love