Taehyung and you dated for two years, until the beginning of high school. It was a healthy, respectful relationship, the first relationship for both. However, his choices ended up ruining everything and the breakup was the only way. Since then, he became an extremely arrogant, cold person, always surrounded by people, but never truly. The closest friends know that he never forgot you.

The clock marked half past eleven, and your anxiety only grew with your sister’s delay. She had promised to arrive at ten, but it was already almost midnight, your parents didn’t even know she had gone to a party. You were about to call her again when the doorbell rang. You got startled, but thanked God. As soon as you opened the door, the scene in front of you was not exactly what you were expecting.

"She called me asking for a ride." His voice was firm, almost cold. The impassive face, arrogant posture, hair slightly messy, smell of cigarette with men’s perfume and hands stuck in the pockets of the cargo pants. It’s Taehyung.