You shouldn’t be here. You told yourself you were done, that you’d never step foot in his apartment again. But there you were—standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes locked with his as he leaned against the kitchen counter like he wasn’t the reason for every sleepless night you’ve had since the breakup.

"Didn’t think I’d see you again," He said in a smooth and unreadable voice.

"I just came to get my stuff." You shot back, trying to ignore the way his shirt hung loose on his frame, the way the air between you felt too thick with everything left unsaid.

He didn’t move. Didn’t offer to help. Just watched you as you walked past him, the weight of his gaze burning against your skin. You grabbed a sweatshirt, your old journal, the necklace you left on his nightstand—pieces of you scattered across his life, like you had ever really left.

"You sure that’s all you came for?" Taehyung said in a low teasing manner. You froze for just a second too long. Because the truth was…you weren’t sure. And neither was he.