Mornings at the winner dorm can be quite chaotic on days when they have schedules, but today seems to be one of those rare days where there is nothing on their calendars except to do what they would like best. 

Mino wakes up around noon, groggily making his way to the bathroom and meets Jinwoo on his way there, who has his nose almost attached to his phone. 

"Hyung, watch where you're going" Mino mumbles when they almost bumped into each other. 

"Mino..... I have bad news," Jinwoo blurts out. 

The look of worry and apprehension on Jinwoo's face do not register to the half asleep Mino as he simply smiles at the eldest member and enters the bathroom to take a leak, fully prepared to head back to bed as soon as possible. 

As he comes out of the bathroom, the words that Jinwoo said comes back to his conscious. Finally realizing that there is something going on told by the worry lines on Jinwoo's forehead. He looks around for the older boy but he is no longer near the bathroom or his room. Then he hears a somewhat muffled sound that seems to come from Seunghoon's room. He approaches the half opened door to find the two older boys looking like they are in the midst of very important conversation. This seems serious. Jinwoo is biting his lower lip and his two hands are still clasping his phone tightly and Seunghoon is running his hands through his hair with an exasperated expression. 

"What's going on? " Mino asks entering the room. 

"Taehyun - ie, where is he? " Seunghoon addresses him without answering his question. 

"In his bed I assume. We came back from the studio together late last night and. ...." Mino trails off, something is telling him the reason for the members’ worries has something to do with their maknae, and his heart tightens with dread, sleep ebbing away from him in an instant. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" he asks, though he is not sure he wants to hear the answer. 

"The GS concert..." Seunghoon starts with a pained sigh. 

Mino listens to the words with growing anger bubbling inside him, fists clenched and veins jutting out of his forearms. Taehyun doesn't deserve this... yet again. He barely made it through the bully rumors, and then this? It doesn't make any sense. The world seems to be so unkind to their precious maknae. It doesn't seem fair to him at all. 

"What do we do?" Jinwoo asks when Seunghoon finished recounting what Jinwoo read online, wide eyes shifting between the two rappers and his fingers fumble restless with his phone. 

"Let's steal his phone and hide all the laptops and computers from the dorm," Seunghoon suggests in a completely serious manner.

"He will find out sooner or later anyway," Mino counters. 

"Do you think President YG will call and scold him?" Jinwoo looks scared. 

"Why would he do that? This is a dumb article made by a brainless reporter who seems to have something against us or Taehyun - ie. President will probably just brush it off, " Mino counters vehemently. 

The article and the negative comments are all so ridiculous if their President gives a crap about it, Mino will probably lose all respect for the man he is close to idolizing. 

"But ..." Jinwoo interjects but doesn't continue his sentence. 

"Maybe we should ask Seungyoon, where is he?" Seunghoon asks the leader's roommate. 

"I...I wanted to but I thought maybe he will need his rest, he has been working extra hard these days," Jinwoo answers with a protective tone. "He is sleeping in the studio again."

"Maybe when Taehyun wakes up we can deal with this better. I guess we just have to be supportive and give him words of encouragement." Mino's words sounds bitter even to his own ears. 

"So we won't try to hide him from it? " Seunghoon wants to confirm. 

'I'd shelter him from the world if I could' Mino replies in his head as he walks out the door, muscles tense with the need to punch something.

Taehyun wakes up with a start as his phone buzzes next to his ear. Its difficult to have a deep sleep these days when they have to wake up at strange times the past few months. He picks up the phone to find several messages. He opens the one from his younger brother first. 

"Hyung... Are you okay? Please don't feel down with the bad comments. We all know you're a good person. Please find strength. Fighting," and with a smiley face.

He ponders for a moment what the message means,  but disregards it thinking it has something to do with the past. Then he opens the message from his mother. It says more or less the same thing.  Taehyun starts to feel a little uneasy and decides to browse his name on the Internet. 

First Name on search list? What is the meaning of this? 

His expression grows darker with each new page he opens,  until he cannot take it anymore and throws the phone on his bed. His whole body is buzzing, like a thousand bees are trying to fly out from under his skin. His face is flushed with all the blood rushing to his head.

'Just words, they are just words, they can't hurt you' he tells himself as he makes his way to the bathroom for the usual morning ritual. 'Faceless people protected by their anonymity. Losers really, who has nothing better to do than sit in front of their computers and judge' he repeats in his head as he lifts his toothbrush up. But somehow, he cannot look at himself in the bathroom mirror.

As expected of delinquents from YG 

The words enter his mind against his will. He tries to shake it off, slamming his eyes shut and trying to concentrate on the task at hand. 

This bastard maknae, the nerve of him 

The incessant voice yells. He forces it out of his system by humming a non-existent song. He tries to think of a happy tune, La Bamba, he thinks, remembering their Leader's morning alarm. But for the life of him he can't remember how the song goes. But he hums a strange tune anyway, trying to think about what the day has in store for him.

He trudges back to his room to see Mino standing near his door, his forehead against the wall and his fists clenched, looking as if he wants to punch the wall down, but his fists do not make contact with the wall. Taehyun concludes Mino must have seen the article, and it pains him to see the rapper so worked up over it.

He drags his feet on the ground to warn the boy of his presence, and Mino instantly straightens up and swivels his head around to face him. Taehyun is slightly taken aback at what he is seeing.

There seem to be fire in those dark eyes, and his nostrils are flaring with each breath he takes, as if he is trying very hard to calm himself down. Taehyun notices the clenched teeth and the veins on his neck before his expression changes at the instant he recognises the maknae, so open, so hopeful. His lips curve up into a smile but not really reaching his eyes, and clenched fists slowly let themselves loose.

"Hey, did you sleep well?" Mino asks, his expression seems to ask something else.

"Yep," he answers in a light manner, curling his own lips upwards hoping his own smile will not betray him like Mino's smile did him.

"Umm..." Mino hums, hesitating, and Taehyun pretends not to notice the hands slowly curling into fists again.

"I saw," he answers the unasked question. "I'm okay hyung, it's no big deal," he waves it off with a flip of hair like he is wont to do; hoping his heart will get the hint his voice tells and get over it.

"Sure," Mino doesn't look convinced.

"Yeah, of course. I am used to it now," he gives a little laugh. "With all the bully rumours floating around before, this is nothing," he lies. He doesn't want Mino to worry. And he definitely doesn't want him to get angry over him. Angry Mino can be very scary, and he just might do something stupid, like lash out at people, and that will not be good for their careers. He bets it is one of the reasons why the fortune teller says Mino will not get along with President Yang. Mino has always been fuelled by emotions.

Mino continues standing there, studying his face intently and Taehyun knows he is not convincing him. Of course, Mino knows him too well, and he has never been good at hiding his emotions. "Are we going to keep standing here? Don't you have someplace to go, like, the studio?" he asks the rapper, making his way to open the door to his room.

Mino sidesteps to allow him entry, but continues standing near the doorway. "And what are you going to do today? Do you wanna continue with the song we made last night?" Taehyun senses hope in his tone.

"Umm...I don't know. My mother seems worried about me, and my brother too, I think maybe I will pay them a visit," Taehyun decides on the spot, although he is not sure whether he can go home on such short notice. But if Mino thinks he will be with family, he will definitely not hover about him and worry about everything. Maybe he will call his mother to meet him at a restaurant or something.

"Oh...okay," Mino sounds relieved. "That's...good," he says and tells him to have a nice day and finally leaves him alone.

Taehyun closes the door behind him and he suddenly finds himself at a loss of what to do next. He walks over to his bed and reaches for his phone, he slides over the screen with his thumb to open it and contemplates on calling his mother like he told Mino he would. But he can't bring himself to press the buttons. He sits there staring at the phone in silence until it blacks out.

He slides it open again, and against his better judgement he goes to the online articles again. The negative comments seem to hold more prominence than others, and it seems to him like everyone has pegged him for a bully already.

Bully...hah

He cannot stop the bitterness that awash him as he scrolls aimlessly through multiple sites. He can hear the other members talking outside. Mino seems to be ready to go out. He wonders what the other two has planned for the day. He opens his door again to see the three of them looking at him with worried expressions. Taehyun hates it.

"Hey guys," he greets them with a good morning and with a smile plastered on his face. Jinwoo is still in his gray hoodie and Mino and Seunghoon are both dressed up.

"Taehyun-ah, are you okay?" Jinwoo gently asks, arms looking like they are ready to give a hug.

"Don't give a crap about the nasty comments okay, they are all stupid eggheads with too much time in their hands," Seunghoon spits out.

"I'm okay," he assures them with a smile.

"You sure you don't want to come to the studio with us?" Mino addresses both Jinwoo and Taehyun.

"No, I won't be of much help anyway. I will clean the dorm today," Jinwoo offers and Taehyun shakes his head as a 'No'

Mino looks like he is dreading to leave Taehyun, but there is nothing he can do if Taehyun wants to go out, so he leaves with a heavy footsteps and Seunghoon follows him out, but not before patting Taehyun's back as a brotherly sign of comfort, unsure of what to say next.

Taehyun realises he can't stay at the dorm. He needs to go out, he needs to be alone, and Jinwoo will probably offer him comforting food and words to make sure he is okay, and he doesn't want that. He gets dressed and without any plans, he leaves the dorm after Jinwoo quizzed him about his schedule.

He pulls his hood up and clutches his jacket tighter to his body to protect himself from the harshness of winter, but he knows he is also doing it to keep himself from falling apart. He can hardly lift his head up; afraid he will meet judging eyes and jeering faces. He aimlessly walks with his earphones on, a random shuffle of his entire playlist. He contemplates getting on a taxi, but he isn't sure where he wants to go.But the further he moves away from the direction of the dorm and the studio, the nagging feeling in heart telling him he is going the wrong way grows louder. He ignores it.

After a while he reaches a park, and he sees nobody around. Everyone is probably seeking the warmth of being inside four walls instead of freezing in the cold, and he appreciates that. He proceeds to sit down on a bench, pulling his knees to his chest and rests his chin on them.

The song coming from the speakers suddenly stops. He fishes out his ipod to see his battery is finished. He groans inwardly, scolding himself for failing to charge it the previous night. Now he is left alone with his thoughts and that is not something he is looking forward to. He realises he has not even eaten his breakfast, or lunch at this time of day, and his stomach is starting to protest.

Without the constant distractions streaming in the form of pop songs into his brain, the inner voices start yelling at him again

A person without morals or character

He is so cocky

Grabbing fistfuls of hair he stomps his foot on the bench for them to stop, but they are resilient, and they are unforgiving. He wonders what he can do to rectify the situation. He is afraid to even be normal around s. He seems to bring them nothing but bad luck from the start. He thinks back on that time he was scolded by the president for not being able to hit his high notes like he is supposed to do. He remembers getting angry at Mino and storming out of the room, making viewers watching the show hate him. And then from the very beginning of his career there were the bully rumours, and now this. He believes Winner will forever be known as the group with a delinquent as a member, a bastard maknae, a member possessing no morals and questionable character.

The feelings of guilt slowly grow stronger every passing minute, and he wishes he can make it all better. He contemplates on possible solutions. If he apologises to the members, they will say there is nothing to forgive. If he apologises to the fans, they will say that it's okay, they still love him anyway. He should apologise to the President too, and he wonders what will happen if he apologises to the entire world, he wonders if they will forgive and forget. Will that make things better?

There is no harm in trying, right? he thinks, making his decision. He slips the phone out of his pocket and logs in to Osen, formulating the words in his head as what he deems to be an appropriate apology. He wants to apologise for being a misfit, for being strange, for being constantly the cause of misunderstandings, for not being able to fit in. But as he types out the words there is a growing feeling of resentment overcoming him. He didn't do anything wrong, why is he being subjected to this cruelty, and the words of apology quickly takes shape, and before he can change his mind, he press send.

He decides there is no point staying there and be a slave to his misery. He calls his mother at her work to let her know he is fine, and types a message telling his brother not to worry, and decides to join s in the studio, this time he knows exactly where he needs to go when he hails the cab.

He opens the door to see s not doing what they are supposed to do. They all seem to have their noses buried in their own devices and there is no music flowing from the speakers.

"Hey guys," he greets them with a bow, an instinctive action to compensate for the guilt he still cannot shake off.

Mino's face lights up when he sees him, and Seungyoon offers him a sleepy smile. They don’t ask him why he suddenly turned up there when he was supposed to meet his mother.

"Taehyun-ah, you apologised?" Seunghoon suddenly blurts out from his place on the couch.

"Umm...yeah...I did," he confesses, and he notices Seungyoon sporting a worried frown but his mouth is shut. "And I am really sorry guys, I keep creating bad reputation for the group," he offers his apology sincerely this time, and their reactions are as he expected. With him there, the other members are put on their toes and started talking about music, playing with instruments and bouncing off ideas to each other as they eat in the cafeteria.

His phone rings in his pocket and he fishes it out and opens his eyes wide. It’s the President. His heartbeat races with dread as he shushes the others to be quiet before he answers the call. It's a demand to see the President in his office, which doesn't calm him down one bit. The artists are never called to see the President in his office unless they are going to be reprimanded, and this will be the second time he is being called in. He turns to s currently giving him their full attention, and he tells them he is going to see the President.

They all decide to go with him as a show of support and Taehyun is thankful for that. The President looks surprised to see the four of them there, but doesn't comment on it. They stand in a line infront of the President’s desk, heads bowed waiting for him to address them.

"Why did you go and make the apology by yourself?" The president's voice is stern. He doesn't allow Taehyun to reply and continues. "As an artist of this company and as a rookie, your actions on the internet should be minimised and they should always happen after consultation with the manager and with the PR, did you not understand that from your contract?" his glare is enough to cut glass and turn lesser mortals to flee for their lives, and Taehyun wants to do just that when Mino bristles beside him, looking like he is ready to retort. The President kills the replies before it leaves their throats. "I understand you want to make things right, but an apology like this does not mean anything. Trust me, trust the PR. We know. Have you read the comments from your apology? Was there anyone who said 'Oh he is such a good kid, he apologised, let's forget this ever happened'?" 

They haven't had a chance to check the news again, but based on the President's words, there seem to be no good comments. Taehyun wants to make himself small, so small that he will disappear unnoticed out of the room.

"So now the company has to make an official apology because of your personal apology, because that is what the company must do, but the feelings of the netizens will remain the same. You should learn this fast, kids. Your only requirement is to provide good music and to be good to your fans, nothing less, nothing more. If there is anything else in the news apart from your lives as artists, we disregard it, that is the company policy, do you understand?"

The nod their heads and responds with Yes's. Mino seems to be a little too loud with his affirmation.

"You're dismissed," he waves his hand to shoo them away, but before they leave the door he calls out to them again. "Just no criminal activities alright," he warns.

Seunghoon practically swoons over the President's words as they ride the elevator down to their studio again, and Mino mumbles "I was right about him not giving a crap." 

Seungyoon gently places a hand on Taehyun's shoulder and apologised. "I failed as a leader, I was worried about the apology you made, I could have stopped you." Taehyun just nods numbly as he is unable to think clearly. He is filled with embarrassment for being scolded like that, for something he thought was a good thing. But at the same time he is pleased that the President's reprimand did not have anything to do with his words at the concert.

They made a pact not to check comments online anymore, and spent the rest of the day working on songs that may never be included in their albums. But just being in the recording studio gives Taehyun a sense of calm, this must be his second favourite place in the world as of now.

However, when they are back at the dorm, Taehyun gives in to his whim and opens his laptop to see if the comments are really bad as the President paints them to be. He cannot stop himself from hoping the President is wrong.

He isn't.

It seems to be worse than before.

Once a delinquent, always a delinquent.

Nobody even paid attention to the apology, still stuck on the events that transpired two nights back. No words of encouragement. Nothing. He slumps down in his seat with exasperation. How can things spiral out of control so fast, over two words, just two simple words.

He's talking

That was all he said. He doesn't think it is even newsworthy, definitely not something to be #1 in the search topics. 

People in the crowd will be too scared to cheer with this bully around 

There it goes again.

Bully

The floodgates finally open and the memories he had repressed in his head comes rushing out in full force.

"Yah, bastard, the name bastard really suits you huh, you fatherless brat," the class bully jeers. Taehyun doesn't say anything. He receives this treatment on a daily basis. He is used to it.

"Maybe they should change the meaning of the word Bastard to Taehyun instead," another one joins. Taehyun continues his focus on the book in front of him in silence.

How can anyone call him a bully when he was the one constantly bullied through school? He remembers being a child and having his lunch money taken from him daily. He was a small kid, easy to bully, and the fact that they knew he doesn't have a father makes him an even easier target.

"Don't worry, mom, I will protect you," the little kid with the droopy eyebrows tells his mother when she cries, thinking his mother was crying because she has been bullied like him, for not having a husband. No one will ever hurt his mommy, he thinks as he puffs up his thin chest, and decides to go for boxing lessons.

Over the years he mastered his craft, never allowing himself to be weak. But whenever he thinks of retaliating against his bullies, his mother will stop him. "Violence is not the answer," she’ll say, and tell him to just ignore the bullies. "They are just words, they cannot hurt you. And if they beat you up, you go to the school authorities okay, never fight back."

They are just words, they can't hurt me. But why does it hurt so much, mom? Why does it feel like they are tearing into my skin. 

Maggots feasting on dead flesh. That's what it feels like. He rubs his palm harshly over his arm to reduce the sensation, the feeling that something is eating his insides, but it doesn't go away.

He just wants to escape, and music is his only source of happiness. It calms him and it excites him. It makes him feel other emotions other than sadness. And he dreams of being a big superstar, and he will show them. He will show them all and they will not be able to touch him anymore. He will be bigger than all of them put together, he dreams.

He is well on his way to achieve his dream but the past still seem to be extending its long claws towards him, refusing to let go, reaching and reaching, and he is not strong enough, he cannot run fast enough. He listened to his mother, he did as he was told, and the one time he let his anger overtake him seems to be the worst mistake he had ever made in his life.

"Your mother must be such a that your father left her," the boy walking behind him called out, and the words hit him like a ton of bricks, effectively taking all rationality away. He whips his head around to face his bully, for the first time since ever.

"Oooh whatchu gonna do huh? You know I'm only speaking the truth," The boy laughs and Taehyun clenches his fist tight, a momentary pause as he remembers his mother's words.

"I heard So Yun's dad saying he saw Miss. Nam working at the bar last week," another boy tells the boy in a conspiratorial fashion, but making sure Taehyun hears him loud and clear.

"Is that true? Your mom is an ? No wonder you don't have a father. I bet your brother and you don't even share the same father," the boy laughs, holding his belly.

Taehyun stops seeing then, his vision blacks out and his body is no longer his to control, lounging at the two boys with all his might. He stops only when strangers’ arms hold him back, preventing him from moving. He flails around resisting the restraints but more pairs of arms appear and quell the fight out of him. He opens his eyes to see his bully lying flat on the ground, and there are splatters of blood on the ground and on the boy's uniform. His harsh breaths reduce but the erratic heartbeat does not seem to be in a hurry to calm down. The other boy is bent over his friend, holding his chin that looks bruised too.

He had apologised so many times for that incident, even visiting the heartless bully in the hospital. He transferred out of the school to have a better life, to realise his dreams, but they keep coming back for him, never allowing him peace. They are still continuing to bully him with other methods, even after leaving the school, even after he can no longer see their faces. And the few have been joined by many, and the numbers seem to keep increasing.

"Taehyun-ah, come have dinner," Jinwoo calls from outside his door.

"I'm not hungry hyung," he calls out, unable to find the strength to leave his room, refusing to face s in his current state of mind.

He gets up to switch off the lights in his room and proceeds to sit on his bed, switching off his phone so he will not be tempted to go online again.

"Taehyun-ah," Mino's voice comes from the doorway.

"I'm going to sleep," he tells the boy. He knows he had been distant with Mino the entire day, something was stopping him from leaning towards Mino. Was it pride? Was it fear? He knows Mino had been his anchor when the bullying rumours started the past two times, and he knows he can lean on him, but he doesn’t want to. He feels like a burden.

Mino opens the door anyway and closes it behind him. He makes his way across and finds him in the dark, sitting next to him on the bed.

"I'm sorry," Mino mumbles as he takes Taehyun’s hand in his.

"Why are you apologising?" Taehyun has half a mind to pull his hand back but his attention focussed on the soft pad of Mino's thumb gently caressing the back of his hand. His body succumbs to the silent ministrations and he feels the fight leaving him, no longer finding the need to try so hard to be strong. He realises that is all the comfort he needs, Mino's hand on his.

"Because I could not protect you," Mino replies, the weight of the world carry in that tone.

His eyes sting with unshed tears, and the gentler the caress, the more he finds himself breaking apart. He can no longer hold it in, the seams are effectively broken with every caring touch. A choked sob escapes his throat.

Mino turns towards him then, and holds him tight. Taehyun melts into the embrace, resting his chin on those strong shoulders. His armour. His medicine. He allows the tears to flow freely from his eyes as his body is racked with sobs over and over, barely registering Mino's soothing hand rubbing his back. Mino doesn't say a word, allowing him to sob his heart out and urging him on with his hand on the back of his head and the other never ceasing the calming caresses on his back.

“I....I....,” he tries to speak, but his throat is congested with tears and too many words to say.

“It’s okay...,” Mino whispers in his ears, voice raw with feeling.

His wrecked sobs fill the room, unable to care any longer if he can be heard from outside as he clings on for dear life onto Mino’s chest

"Am I a horrible person hyung?" he finally speaks as the tightness in his throat unclogs, unable to stop himself in time.

"You're not. You are an amazing person and the best thing that has ever happened to me," Mino whispers in his ears, his rumbling husky voice offering him a certain sort of relief, more so than the words coming out of his mouth.

"I have caused nothing but trouble to you, to the group," the tear soaked voice hangs in the room."But I am not a delinquent hyung, I swear I'm not," he clutches onto the fabric of Mino's sweater, begging him to believe him.

"I know, I know."

"Why do people hate me so much hyung, how can they be so mean? What did I do to deserve this?" the words stumble out of his mouth. It feels so unfair. He wishes he is more like other people. He wishes he is not so misunderstood all the time. He tries so hard to be normal, to be friendly, to be positive. And still he seems to do it all wrong.

“Taehyun-ah...” Mino’s voice is brittle.

“I...I don’t know if I can go on hyung,” Taehyun admits what he has been too afraid to even think about.

“I cannot tell you the world will be a better place tomorrow, because I will be lying. People are meaner and crueller than you can ever think of,” Mino starts and Taehyun’s heart deflates. “But you know something, Taehyun?”

“Hmm?” he replies, a little too fast, a little too hopeful.

“People are also far kinder, gentler and capable of more loving than you have dreamed,” Mino promises.

“Okay,” he says, words failing him as the truth of Mino’s words hit him.

"I'm so sorry you have to go through this." 

"It's not your fault, stop apologising," he almost shouts, removing himself from Mino's chest against his own will and shoves him in the chest. "You are the one thing, the sole consolation in all of this so don't you dare apologise to me," he cries out, heaving. He is glad he switched off the lights, he feels too raw, too vulnerable as he spills his thoughts into the open air. He is glad Mino will not remember his face as he breaks down in such an unattractive fashion.

Mino's hand finds his face in the dark, and his thumb gently swipes the tears as his palm cups his cheek. His lover may have small hands, but they seem like they are big enough for Taehyun to snuggle there. They are strong enough to catch him whenever he falls. His head to the side on instinct to bury his cheek further into the healing hands, craving more contact. The tears slowly cease to stop flowing, and his sobs are reduced to sniffles.

"And you know I love you right? So so much. And that there are so many other people out there who loves you too. Their collective love will outweigh this hate, I assure you, My love alone will be enough to completely win over all this hate, and there will be enough left over to give you the best romance this world have ever seen," Mino assures, and Taehyun finds himself hanging onto every word he says. He will believe anything that comes out of Mino's mouth, even if he tells him the moon is a fairy, he knows he will believe him.

Taehyun nods his head in the dark, and Mino's hand creeps toward the back of his neck, pushing him forwards so their foreheads touch.

"You know, all these articles only show how awesome you are," Mino mumbles next to his mouth. Taehyun snorts at that but it comes out as a whimper. "Too soon?" Mino asks, looking worried.

"No, continue," he smiles and prods the rapper on. He would like to hear him talk, listen to that deep voice until his brain will only register his words and no other. He is sure Mino's voice will kill all the yelling in his head, his words will take the place of all the negative. He wants to go to sleep with that voice whispering sweet nothings in his ears.

"Well, do you think if you were less famous people will give this useless article their time of day? Think about it, you're joining the ranks of the Bigbang seniors. One word from you and it's headline news," Mino continues, Taehyun can sense the smile in his tone.

"Now you're exaggerating," he giggles, wiping the last drops of tears from his ears.

"How dare you!" Mino whispers furiously but without malice. "I only speak the truth and nothing but the truth. People are so threatened by you they will do anything to bring you down. People cannot stand seeing other people getting success if it’s not their success. And on top of it all, you are so beautiful, so ing talented with such a beautiful soul inside and not a single flaw in your physique. Of course people will be jealous. You should feel sorry for them," he continues. 

Taehyun closes his eyes as he allows the words to enter the recesses of his brain, taking him to a happy place. He smiles as he wraps his own arms around Mino's neck.

"And you know what else these people do not have that you do?" Mino asks.

"They don't have a Song Mino beside them," Taehyun answers.

"That's right," Mino sounds pretty pleased with himself as he places a chaste kiss on Taehyun's lips.

A/N: If you like this little one-shot, you can thank the lovely Shah, author of so many wonderful namsong fanfics for making me write this. The plot has been given to me by Metta, another awesome namsong fanfic writer. This is not beta'd so there will be many mistakes. If anyone is willing to beta my stories for me please let me know. I am in dire need of one.

As always, I like to ruin things by putting in everything, so you can expect that in the second chapter. lol I am feeling really really really self-conscious about the feelings I wrote in this chapter.