Chapter 3: Tangled Memories

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Dalggom's POV:

I was abruptly awoken by someone knocking on my door. Groaning, I glanced at my phone—it was 2 am. Who could be at my door at this ungodly hour? I opened the door to find Tae standing there, looking stressed and worried.

Tae: "Are you okay?"

Dal: "What are you doing here? It's super late!"

Tae: "I told them not to come here, but they just don't listen."

Dal: "It's alright, Tae. I can handle it."

Tae: "How do you feel?"

Dal: "Come inside first. We're not going to sleep out here."

We settled on the sofa, and Tae looked at me expectantly.

Tae: "Tell me everything."

Dal: "I don't know, Tae. I just hate how it feels when I think about the past. And when they showed up, it just made it worse."

Tae: "I'm sorry, Dalggie. I couldn't protect you."

Dal: "You don't need to be sorry. Come on, sleep here tonight. You don't need to drive this late. I'm really tired now. Let's talk another time."

Taehyung's POV:

When I woke up, Dalggom was still sleeping. As I looked around the room, I noticed that her guitar was still there. She had said she didn't want to think about the past, but here was her guitar, a constant reminder. Maybe she couldn't bring herself to get rid of it. Or maybe she had stopped playing after the "big fight". I could never truly know what goes on in her mind, especially when it comes to HIM.

I decided to make breakfast and wake her up. We ate together, got ready for the day, and headed out. I stayed with her for a moment before leaving. On my way, I couldn't stop thinking about the guitar. It was the only thing left from that time. She didn't have any pictures or anything else related to that period, not even her high school uniform, which she left at her mom's house. But why did she still have the guitar? And then, I remembered the story behind it.

Flashback:

We were all just hanging out in the practice room.

RM: "The song is really good, and Dalggie, your voice is amazing. It matches the vibe perfectly, but something is missing."

J-Hope: "What do you mean?"

RM: "Maybe we need more instruments."

Jimin: "I'm not playing any instruments! I told you, I'm just here to sing. "

Jin: "... and look good."

They both giggled.

Dal: "I don't mind playing guitar. I know a little bit, and maybe Yoongi can teach me, right?"

Yoongi: "Why not? Just don't be too bad. I'm not the patient type."

Jungkook: "We all know that, Noona. If you want, I can teach you the bass. I'm a good teacher."

Everyone burst into laughter.

After that, Yoongi started teaching her every day. There was one guitar he never let anyone touch, but one day, during our first concert where she would be singing and playing the guitar, he handed it to her. We were all shocked. From that day on, she became deeply attached to that guitar. It was then that I began to suspect she might have feelings for him.

End of flashback.

I arrived home and realized I needed to shower and change, but I had to make a call first. Those guys really messed up this time. I dialed Jungkook's number.

Tae: "Dude, what the fuck did you do? I told you to leave her alone!"

Jungkook: "I know, man. I'm an idiot. Is she okay?"

Tae: "How do you expect her to be okay after you guys showed up at her door like that?"

Jungkook: "Jin hyung is getting married, and I promised him she would be there."

Tae: "She won't be there."

Jungkook: "I think she'll regret it afterward, and I don't want that for her."

Tae: "Trust me, she doesn't want anything to do with you guys anymore."

Jungkook: "I thought the same, but after yesterday, I'm certain she still cares."

Tae: "What do you mean?"

Jungkook: "She was crying. That means she still cares about us."

Tae: "That just means it still hurts. Forget it, please. Leave her alone."

Jungkook: "Okay, I will. By the way, come to my gallery today. I want to show you the gift I made for Hyung's marriage."

Tae: "I'll come after work today."

Jungkook: "See you."

The tangled memories of our past continued to haunt us, threatening to tear us apart even further.

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