I woke up the next morning to find Jimin staring at me. The sunlight singled out golden streaks in his chestnut brown hair. I gazed at him for a moment, wondering how someone so beautiful had ever loved me.

“Ah, you’re finally up?” he murmured sleepily, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Mmm,” I mumbled. “Yeah, kind of.” I blinked, feeling quite drowsy.

Jimin eyed me silently. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of my face.

“How long have you been up for?” I asked him, reaching over to his cheek. He turned his head and kissed my palm.

“Hours," he responded, his voice muffled by my hand. It tickled, but I didn’t want to draw my hand away.

“What time is it?” I propped myself up on one elbow and squinted.

“It’s still early,” Jimin answered. He let my hand go. “I’ve just been up thinking.”

“About what?” I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up.

“About us," he replied quietly.

Jimin looked at me. , were those tears in his eyes?

“Nothing’s changed, has it?” I whispered, my stomach heavy with apprehension.

He shook his head miserably.

“Why?” I could hardly get the words out.

“I just…I just can’t feel secure with you.” Jimin’s voice trembled and he roughly brushed away a tear from his eye.

“What can I do to make you feel secure?” I asked softly, snuggling up to him. “C’mon, Jimin, let’s work this out.”

“It’s not you, baby," he murmured, my hair. “I just can’t change my feelings. I can’t get rid of this fear.”

He his back and stared at the ceiling. I could see tears streaming down his cheeks.

“It’s just something I need to work out on my own.”

Neither of us said anything for a long while, afraid to break the silence. Afraid to say the words we’d been thinking since last night.

“So we’re breaking up,” I said softly.

“Yeah," he whispered.