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1 and ⁹ ⁄ ₁ ₀ days till the premiere

Yoona

What?

It can't be.

I checked the time in my phone.

1:11am

It can't be.

"Open it." Sulli had a nasty grin pasted to her face.

Fuck.

Somehow I managed to move and open the door while my heart pounded loudly in my chest.

There he was, my sweet artist in his beige pants and loose white t-shirt. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo nor was he carrying a bouquet of roses. No. His clothes were stained with paint, his hair unkempt. He had colored them again. Black locks curled around his honey skin.

When I met his eyes, the weight of everything came crashing down on me.

The stress of promotions, looking for new label, getting fired, not getting new offers, not being enough and the fear of loosing the one person who I was keeping me afloat.

My whole body moved forward on its own, wanting his warmth, craving the softness of his touch. Only he could put the countless thoughts running through my head to rest.

He let out a surprised oof before embracing me.

I pursed my quivering lips.

A lone tear escaped my eyes, getting absorbed in his shirt. The sense of relief I felt in his arms. Even if my life was in chaos, he could ground me, take me away in our bubble.

But I was still afraid.

What do I say? Should I apologize again? Is he still mad?

He didn't seem angry. But what if he is?

I looked up at him; his eyes were softened. I watched his tongue poke out to dampen his lips. They were enticingly close.

Sulli cleared her throat.

"Sorry, but can you guys move a little bit so I can get out of your hair?" She was standing beside me with a huge grin.

Taehyung let out a deep chuckle and loosened his grip.

"See you tomorrow." I waved at Sulli, although a part of me wanted her to stay because my body was tingling with the tension in the air. I was partly afraid of being alone with him, because it has become easier to let my real emotions come to surface when it's just the two of us.

Sulli winked at me before closing the door, leaving me alone with Taehyung.

"Come on." He took my hand and started dragging me.

"Errm, Taehyung," I spoke up when he crossed the living room.

Is he taking me to the bedroom? What's going on? My heart thundered inside my chest.

He stopped near my bed. "You must be tired. You just came home, right?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Lie down." He urged me towards the bed. "We'll talk." His lips curled into a sweet smile.

I got under the covers, hiding my bare legs, remaining seated as I watched him climb beside me, lying on his belly over the covers.

I let my head rest on the soft pillow.

"You can get inside the blanket. The air-con is on."

"Thanks." He nodded and got comfortable. "Before I forget, give me your contact number. I was worried, you know."