The world around you was crashing. One by one, each piece fell delicately from it’s defensive hold and shattered into pieces at your feet. Taehyung stood in front of you, his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes focused on the wall behind you. Your throat clenched and your eyes burned back tears that were fighting to fall.

“W-..what?” Your voice was a desperate whisper and his expression faltered in the slightest, but his cold demeanor was restored quickly after.

“We need a break, ___,” he said firmly, repeating himself. “We’re leaving soon.. we’ll be gone for six months. It’s better this way.”

You shake your head and doesn’t say anything, his eyes trailing to his feet. “I-..” you start, unable to think of a response. “No. I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t want to..” he says quietly, his eyes softening when he finally looks at you. “But it’s not fair. You shouldn’t have to wait for me all of the time. We can talk when I get back—”

“No.” you said again, your voice more stern. “I don’t want a break. I don’t want to sit here by myself, not being able to talk to you or call you whenever I want.”

“You can still do that, ____-ah..” he answered calmly.

“No, I can’t! I can’t handle talking to you all the time if we’re not even together!” You were shouting now but you didn’t care. “What’s the point of a break if we’re talking anyways?! I don’t want a break.”

“I need a break.”

You frowned at him mid-rant, your voice failing itself as you continued to stare him. “You… need one?” you asked. “… Why? What did I do?”

“I-…” he started, but stopped. His jaw set stubbornly as his eyes bore into yours. “I don’t see you enough and that’s a problem for me. We’re from two different wor—”

“Two different worlds?” The words fell off of your lips in chunks, like ice. “It’ been a year, Taehyung. You’ve only been debuted for a year. Now you’re too good for me?” You knew you were screaming and you knew you would have several hefty complaints from your neighbors in the morning but you didn’t care. Taehyung continued to stare at you, not speaking.

But it didn’t reassure you. You knew he was just letting you get out what you needed to say.

“Screw you, V.” You saw his jaw tighten even more but you didn’t care. It gave you satisfaction to see him so uncomfortable in a moment like this. He hated it when you called him by his stage name. To you, he was always Taehyung. However, he didn’t correct you like he normally did.

You were losing him. Your sweet, lovable Taehyung was turning into a stranger right before your eyes.

“Just get out,” you whispered finally. You turned around, walking away from him. “Just take your stuff and leave. I don’t want you to come back.”

“____…”

“I’ve done nothing but support you.” you said quietly, standing in the doorway of your bedroom with your back facing him. “You’re the one walking out on this relationship, not me.” You ended your conversation, stepping inside the room you used to share by yourself and letting the door snap shut behind you. Your back hit the door as you slid down to the floor, your hands coming up to cover your eyes as you willed back your tears. It wasn’t until you heard his footsteps in the living room and the front door shut that you let yourself cry.

~*~

Six and a half months.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen him.

He didn’t call the night after your fight and when he left for Japan, the only news you heard about him came from a TV screen.

You laid curled up in your bed, 1AM coming up quick as you stared at the latest drama on your computer screen. You wore his t-shirt, but not by choice. You had been so busy that you had forgotten to do laundry. Or that’s the reason you kept telling yourself.

You were fine. It took almost a month, but you were finally starting to heal after your break up with Taehyung. Work was becoming easier and you kept your brain occupied with school work. You were hanging out with friends again, making new ones, and even went on a date. However, your world came crashing back into one big Taehyung filled catastrophe after accidentally seeing them win an award on the big screen over looking one of the busiest streets in Seoul.

~*~

That had been two days ago and you still hadn’t got out of bed.

You pulled yourself from your thoughts when you heard a knock on your door. You sat up groggily, patting the head of your cat in passing before checking the window to see who was there. New neighbors had moved into the apartment next to you and had often come by to ask various questions about the area. It was starting to become a habit of theirs, and it wouldn’t be the first time that they’d woken you up in the middle of the night for something.

But it wasn’t your neighbor who was pounding on your front door.

“Jagi, let me in.”

You knew he saw you check the window but you quickly jumped away, pretending you hadn’t seen him anyways. Your heart beat fast against your chest, threatening to escape at any moment. You held you hand over it in an attempt to keep it from doing so.

“I’ve already seen you. Jagi.. please. Let me in.”

You stared at the door for several moments before mustering up the courage to answer him.

“No. Go away,  V.”

Silence.

“.. I just want to talk…”

“Oh,” you scoffed. “Now you want to talk.”

The door opened two seconds later. Taehyung stood there, his key in his hand while he glared at you in annoyance. You blinked up at him.

“What— you still have your key?”

“I was giving you a chance to let me back in.. but clearly that wasn’t going to happen.” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes. “Why are you here, Taehyung?”

His eyes softened a bit when you spoke.

“I guess I should be happy you’re not calling me V.”

“Don’t push it.”

He put his hands up in defense before setting his key on the nightstand. He glanced at you once more and you noted how his eyes trailed from your face to your shirt. You mentally cursed yourself for not changing before leaving your bed.

You cleared your throat to get his attention.

His eyes snapped back up to yours, his cheeks tinted pink with mild embarrassment at being caught. He slowly made his way over to you and you took a step back on instinct. He stopped walking.

“.. I’m sorry,” he said, swallowing heavily. He shuffled his feet and bit his lip, a nervous habit of his. “I shouldn’t have suggested a break.. I was just angry.”

“At what?” you asked. “Me?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. No—I was never mad at you. I just.. “ he sighed, running a hand through his hair in agitation. “My manager was on my case about you. He never stopped bugging me about how our relationship and how it would effect the rest of BTS.. I thought I was doing you a favor. I didn’t want you to be one of those idols girlfriends who had to deal with his crazy manager harassing her over publicity.”

You stared at him, anger slowly building up.

“That’s the worst excuse I’ve heard in a long time, Taehyung.” He frowned at you.

“I’m not making an excuse—”

“You left me here for six months while you ran off to play in Japan because you didn’t want to hurt your manager’s feelings?? What about my feelings?!”

“Jagi, I don’t want to argue with you—!” he started, but you cut him off.

“I hate you,” you said, your voice trembling with each word. “I hate you so much.”

He shook his head, his eyes falling to the shirt you were wearing once more.

“..No you don’t.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but in two easy steps he closed the distance between you and crushed his lips against yours. You squeaked in surprise, your hands pressed against his chest to push him away but he grabbed your wrists to keep you from it. He pulled back only to press his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered desperately. “I’m sorry. Please let me come home.”

You stared up at him, your jaw set but your eyes watering.

“You kept your key, Taehyung…” you whispered finally. “You never left.”