Our group had finally released its first album, around the same time as BTS comeback. Well, not really but we're both performing tonight. Anyway, I look at my phone and stare at my wallpaper. It's still me and Jin... when we were happier back in the day before our break up. (refer to main image)

I wonder, if he ever thinks of me anymore. I shrug the feeling off and look over at P-Goon. He looks back at me.

"Ya. Focus"

I sighed and smiled.

"Sorry, it's just BTS is here, too, aren't they?"

"You're still thinking about him? It's been a year already. Get a hold of yourself. He probably moved on. You're only going to hurt yourself."

"Mianhe..." I looked away and decided to walk over to the makeup room. 

I was greeted by the youngest member of BTS, Jungkook. I bowed back and smiled. He was the type of member who would always cheer you up and take the most random photos. He was so adorable.

"Hyungnim! How have you been since.. you know?"

"Ah just fine... is Jin --"

"Oh, he's in the other room!"

"Thanks" I smiled and ruffled his hair as I walk into the direction he pointed.

I felt nervous for some reason. P-Goon was right. He probably has moved on. I really still love him. I shouldn't have broken up with him.

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"Jin I'm sorry... but we can't be together"

"Why not?..." he was about to cry.

"Because I saw someone else. I lost the feeling. I don't want to hurt you anymore. This is dangerous. I'm a dangerous man."

He slaps me and holds me tight, now crying.

"I have to go."

I shoved him away and left.

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That was all a year ago. I walked into the room and saw Jin alone. I smiled and when I was about to approach him, he had walked in and kissed him. I stood there in shock. I felt tears form in my eyes as I backed away, knocking something down. I stumbled when they saw me and made a run for it. P-Goon noticed this and tried to stop me. I didn't want to be seen or known anymore. Where was I going? I don't know. I needed to get away as fast as I could. 

He did move on....

God......

I was naive.