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Although I still don't like him for the actions he's committed, I tried my best to listen to what he was willing to explain, but it wasn't that much.

I only found out small information about him, not at all enough to feel better about living with him for a full year.

The stuff he explained was regarding his business, nothing about his past or personal life for that matter, which honestly was a waste of time. I have no need in hearing about who helped him get started with his career, who his first girl was, and how dangerous it was at times.

Of course, some parts were interesting, but it wasn't what I was looking for to find a connection to where I could rest at ease.

He talked for almost an hour until we both admitted we were starving, and we then headed back to the resort and snuck to our rooms, luckily unnoticed.

Once we were in the room, we ordered room service and continued the conversation until the food arrived.

While waiting, I finally ask him a question that he wasn't so prepared for.

"So what exactly is this one activity that you want me to do?" I'm a little curious considering how I have no clue what it's about.

"It's kind of a personal request, and it's one that I think would be too soon to talk about. Besides, it's going to be far off in the future anyway." He brushes it off as if it's nothing, but I still want to know what it is.

"I'm just curious. You know, maybe if I know now, then I can start preparing for it." I put on a smile of excitement, hoping he'll give in, but he doesn't, then I drop the smile and change it to one of boredom.

"Give me something interesting, Taehyung. Tell me something that no one knows, or else this is going to be a difficult year for the both of us." I admit once sitting on the edge of the bed, ranking my fingers through my hair because so far, this conversation has led us nowhere. I need to know the real him to be able to trust him and feel more comfortable around him.

He stands up and walks over to the edge of the bed and sits down, too.

Softly, he breathes in. "If I tell you something that I haven't told anyone, then you have to tell me something in return. It's only fair, and that way, I can learn something about you."

I know it's fair that way, so I agree and turn around on the bed to face him, while he begins to speak.

"Okay, well," he begins while thinking exactly how he should start this conversation.

"I lived with both of my parents growing up. It was my father, mother, my older brother, and me. We lived in this small, tiny house that's basically out in the middle of nowhere in California. We lived in a place that I highly doubt could even be called a town; it had at best only a few hundred citizens." He admits while looking far off as if trying his best to continue.

"My parents had odd-hour jobs. They would sleep during the day and work at night. During the nights, my older brother would take care of me. We did this for years until I was ten years old." He pauses and looks at me for a brief moment. "Do you mind if we stop here? This is... hard for me. I promise I'll explain it one day, but I don't think I can do it today."