The bass of the music is felt all throughout your body, but you don’t care. You keep moving your body to the beat however you see fit. You let the music take over, waving your hips from one side to the other whilst your eyes are closed. When you open them up again, your sweaty reflection is staring back at you from the mirror-covered wall in front of you. Your hair is a mess, your face is red from exertion, but you don’t even notice all that, too focused on the way the music makes you feel, expressing it with your body movements.

Dancing has been your life ever since you can remember, taking ballet classes when you were a mere toddler to taking jazz and breakdance classes throughout middle and high school. You never saw it as something which you could dedicate your life to. You always saw it as a hobby, a past time activity, afraid that turning it into a job would take the fun out of it. Also, it’s not as if you were good enough to be a professional dancer, you just enjoyed finding out new ways to move your body to the music.

When the song ends, you are brought out of your concentration. Letting out a sigh, you walk over to the back of the studio where you put down your stuff earlier this evening. Taking a sip of your blue water bottle, you walk over to the sound system. You scroll through your favourite dance playlist on your phone attached to the system with a cable, trying to decide which song to dance to next.

After catching your breath, you press play on one of your favourite songs before putting aside your water. It’s a song with an R&B vibe, which you absolutely love, being able to get lost in the percussion and melodies completely. You walk towards the middle of the room, getting ready to clear your head once again.

The beat is thumping, causing a smile to appear on your face. You’re thankful of the advantages your workplace offers. You’d never used a sound system quite like this before you came to work here. Well, work… It technically wasn’t a real job. It was more of an internship or traineeship to prepare you for a real job. You had never expected to end up working at the finance department of one of Korea’s biggest entertainment companies though. But you weren’t complaining, it was the opportunity of a life time. And that’s exactly why you didn’t want to get caught using one of the dance practice studios without permission.

You’ve been sneaking into one of the empty dance studios for about two weeks now. It proved to be quite easy, a lot of them being vacant late at night, or sometimes in the early mornings. But you weren’t going to risk getting caught, your job being on the line. That’s why you always made sure that at least the adjoining studio rooms were vacant as well.

Like many of the other nights you sneaked back into the building, there was no one to be seen in the entire hallway of this floor. But little did you know that you weren’t going to be alone for long.

A few minutes away, Jaebum had been growing restless. He didn’t know what was wrong, all he knew was that he had a schedule with the rest of the guys early in the morning and that he had to fall asleep soon, if he wanted to get some sleep. But he just couldn’t relax, too many thoughts going through his head. He needed to get out of the dorms to do something else, to clear his mind. So logically, he grabbed his bag, told the guys he’d be back later and was on his way to one of his favourite practice rooms in the company building to blow off some steam.

But his plan turns out harder to be able put into practice when he arrives at the JYP Entertainment building and he hears music coming from ‘his’ room. He rushes to the door, curious to see who just had to have a late night practice session in the space he considered to be GOT7’s practice room. Glancing through the small window in the door, he freezes, his hand resting on the door handle.

That’s when he sees you, your back towards him, still in the middle of your dance routine. Something about the way you move, lights a spark inside of him. You’re so entranced that when he’s able to steal a glance of your face through the mirror he cannot help but smile. Your dancing is infectious. The passion you show when dancing reminds him of why he started all of this, his bad mood disappearing into thin air.

He cannot take his eyes off of you, so he decides to just keep staring at you for a couple more minutes. You’re moving so gracefully, your moves are controlled, and just when he expects you to keep going at the same pace, you mix it up by throwing in some quick footwork. All of it makes him wonder why he hasn’t noticed you before. To think of it, your face doesn’t seem familiar at all. He wasn’t aware of JYP hiring any new trainees lately…

You’re almost at the end of your dance routine when you get pulled out of your concentration by the hairs in your neck standing up. The feeling catches you off guard, but right when you start thinking about why you’re feeling like being watched, you take a step to your left, but your lower leg doesn’t cooperate with where your foot was supposed to be and you almost twist your ankle. Knowing you have week ankles, you let yourself fall, not wanting to risk tearing any ligaments in your ankle, like when you injured it a couple of years back. You crash against the floor a little more harshly than expected, pain reverberating through your right hip. But your pain is soon forgotten when you’re pulled from your thoughts by a male voice.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?”

You flick your head up, your gaze meeting two concerned eyes staring back at you. The male bending over your figure is obviously as shocked as you are about his sudden interruption as he hesitatingly straightens back up. “Sorry, I was just…” he says while pointing back to the door he just came through. His gaze moves from the door back to you. “I… Are you okay?”

You let your eyes go over the man in front of you. His dark brown hair is hidden behind a snapback, leaving you with a clear view of his beautiful dark brown orbs. He nervously rubs the back of his neck. Everything about him seems a little awkward, but he still manages to let the corners of his mouth curl up in a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” you nod slightly, when he offers you his hand. You grab it, getting up from the floor with some difficulty with the throbbing pain in your hip. “Thanks.”

You’re hesitant to say anything else, afraid of getting scolded by the man you recognise as one of the idols working at JYPE. Not wanting to get into any more trouble, you limp over to the back of the room to grab your stuff in order to leave the room as quickly as possible.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You turn back to him slightly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just fell, nothing serious,” you ensure him.

“I know, I saw…” he blurts out, making you cock up an eyebrow, curious as to how long he had been standing behind that door. “You’re a really good dancer,” he continues when he notices the knowing look you’re giving him.

You smile at the floor, unable to hide your joy as one of the better dancers of JYPE compliments your skills. “Thanks.” You move your gaze upwards. “What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at the dorms?”

Jaebum cocks his head, looking confused. So, you knew who he was?

“What?” you ask when he doesn’t answer.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, before moving closer. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came here to clear my head.”

“I guess I’ll get out of your way then,” you say before continuing to collect your things, but Jaebum stops you. “Wait.” You turn around once again, facing him. Jaebum’s curiosity gets the better of him. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you here before.”

You lower your gaze, contemplating whether or not to tell him about your nightly escapades to these practice rooms. “That’s because,” you sigh, your gaze moving upwards again, meeting his. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

Jaebum looks at you confused. “What do you mean? Did you sneak in here?”

You forcefully shake your head, not wanting him to get the wrong impression. It’s not like you’re an obsessed fan, sneaking into the buildings of random entertainment companies. “No, no, I work here!” You wave your hands in front of your face. “I’m just not supposed to be here.” You point at the floor. You continue, Jaebum’s face still showing signs of bewilderment.

“I work at the finance department,” you confess, squeezing your eyes shut, suddenly embarrassed by your day job, which you find, upon revealing, will always burst the bubble of anything that people could find remotely interesting about you.

When you open your eyes again, Jaebum looks at you, bewildered, the smile tugging around his lips hinting at his amusement. “JYP’s finance department?”

You nod. “But please don’t tell anyone I was here,” you beg, a pleading look in your eyes. “Please, I can’t lose my job.” You bend down, your gaze moving to your shoes. But before you can say anything else, you’re interrupted by a genuine laugh.

When you look up, you find Jaebum beaming at you. “It’s fine,” he chuckles. “Who am I to tell on you. I don’t mind you being here if you’re not bothering anyone.”

At those words, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your frown makes way for a hesitant smile. “Thank you! Thank you so much.”

Jaebum walks past you and sits down on the black leather couch. You follow his movements with your eyes, unable to tear them away from his lean, white t-shirt-clad figure, the veins on his arms prominent when he pulls his lower leg towards him, placing it down on his other knee. You’re pulled out of your reveries when he calls out once again.

“So… How long have you been dancing?”

You swallow the lump that’s developed in your throat as you bring yourself to walk over and sit down next to him. “Since I was about five years old,” you smirk, reminiscing the times when your mom walked you to your ballet classes every single week.

Jaebum looks a little shocked. “Five? Really?”

“What?” you interject. “Did it look like I have less experience than that?” you ask him jokingly.

“No, no! It does!” he exclaims, laughing. “I was just surprised! I mean, when someone has been dancing for that long, you wouldn’t necessarily find them working at the finance department.”

You look at him, an indignant look in your eyes. “Are you really making fun of my job, pretty boy?! Let me tell you, not everyone can be an idol!”

Jaebum lets out a laugh at your fake outburst, and smiles at you before holding out his right hand. “Im Jaebum.”

“Y/N.”

You ended up talking with Jaebum for a couple of hours on end, immediately hitting it off. You talked about how you ended up at JYP, how he ended up at JYP. About music, his members and, ultimately, the reason he came to the building tonight. He told you about how the last comeback had just ended and the next one is coming up soon, and about how he struggles managing pleasing both the manager and keeping the rest of the group motivated through tiring dance and vocal practices.

“Normally I just come here to dance, to clear my head,” Jaebum says, his eyes focused on the mirror on the other end of the room.

“But?” you coax, a playful tone in your voice.

He turns his head towards you, a smile appearing on his lips. “But I guess this helps too.”

A comfortable silence appears between the two of you. “You know, I can’t remember when I had the time to talk to any of my family members in between all our schedules,” Jaebum starts. “And talking to the members isn’t always an option.”

“Sometimes you just need to do that,” you agree. “To vent about nothing. Or everything. And it doesn’t even matter to who, just as long as there’s someone listening.”

Jaebum turns his head, locking his eyes into yours, a soft smile on his face. It tells you he’s silently agreeing with you. In turn you let out a sigh running your hands over your face.

“I guess I should be going,” you announce while standing up. “I don’t have as bad as a schedule as you, but I need to work tomorrow morning too,” you joke.

“Sure,” Jaebum laughs. “Good night!” he calls out behind you when you walk towards the door, slinging your bag over your shoulder, causing you to smirk.

“Good night, Jaebum.”

You end up walking home tonight in order to clear your head of the newly found thoughts roaming around your brain after talking with Jaebum. The night air is cool to the touch, a pleasant chill causing bumps to arise along your skin.

Jaebum was nice, nicer than you would’ve expected him to be. As soon as you saw him bending over you, asking you were all right, you were both intrigued and scared. Scared you were found out and that he would tell you to get lost. But he was different. He had this certain thing about him, even though he wasn’t dressed up like he would normally be within his line of work. You get why he does what he does, his aura told you enough.

After arriving at home, you take a nice and hot shower before crawling into your bed. You’re trying to get comfortable in the dark when, all of a sudden, something crosses your mind: to set an alarm for tomorrow morning. You feel around the little nightstand next to your bed blindly, but your phone is nowhere to be found. And that’s when it hits you. Your phone is still plugged into the sound system in the practice room! 

You mentally curse yourself for being so irresponsible with your things before pressing some buttons on your old digital alarm clock, changing the red numbers to a six and two zeroes. At least you’ll have some time to sneak into the practice studio to grab your phone before arriving at your own desk.

The following morning you tried to go back to the practice room from last night, but unfortunately for you, a group of trainees had walked in there minutes before you, already having started their dance practice. You reluctantly went up to your desk on the ninth floor. You would just have to survive the rest of the day without your phone, hoping it’ll still be there once you return to retrieve it later today.

Work has been tedious since this morning, especially without your phone, causing you to stare at the spreadsheet on your computer screen for over twenty minutes at a time without moving the cursor. Until an unexpected knock on the partition of your office cubicle pulls you from your depressing thoughts.

“Hey…”

You quickly look up to find one of your co-workers standing next to you, acknowledging her presence. “Hey, Chaeyeon. What’s up?”

“Um…” Chaeyeon seems hesitant. “So… there’s someone looking for you.”

At her words, your heart skips a beat. Who? What for? All possible scenarios go through your head. Are you about to be reprimanded for your secret escapades to the practice rooms downstairs? Did someone find your phone down there? Was Jaebum the one that told on you? Will you be able to keep your job?

You cough, clearing your throat. “O-oh… Uh, and w-who would that be?”

The brunette next to you shakes her head, a smile appearing around her lips. Her eyes contain a curious spark, and something about the way she evades your question makes you even more nervous. “I told him to wait in the hallway,” she says with a wink before walking back to her own post.

You reluctantly get up and make your way through the open plan office, to the adjoining hallway where Chaeyeon told you your visitor was waiting for you. You’re wondering who it is. It surely isn’t one of your supervisors. They would’ve just walked right up to your desk if they wanted to speak to you about something. But your questions are answered soon enough as you turn the corner, and you see a familiar silhouette standing in the hallway.

“Jaebum?” you call out to the tall figure as you walk up to him. He turns his head towards you when he hears your voice. “What are you doing here?” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down. You look around, afraid of attracting the unwanted attention of others.

A mischievous smile tugs around Jaebum’s lips. “What? I can’t pay my favourite intruder a little visit?” he jokes, using his hand to ruffle your hair.

“Don’t say that! I could get into trouble,” you whisper. “O-or am I already in trouble? Is that why you’re here?” A wave of slight panic takes over, but is quickly eliminated by the handsome male’s reassuring smile.

“No, you’re not. I came here to give you something, actually,” he explains before fishing a familiar device out of his pocket.

“My phone?”

At your surprise, Jaebum’s smile seems to grow even bigger. “I wanted to give it back sooner, but I didn’t really know how to contact you,” he jokes, earning a chuckle from you. “You really didn’t give me much to work with, you know!”

“I know,” you smirk. “I was hoping to keep a little bit of a low profile. You know, in case you did decide to rat me out.”

Jaebum feigns offence, unable to keep a slight smirk from appearing on his face. “Did you really have that little faith in me?!”

You shake your head at his antics, before apologising. “Okay, okay. Let me buy you a coffee some time, to make it up to you.”

The brunette’s face lights up at your unexpected proposal. “I’ll keep you to that!” he says with a wink, before turning around and making his way back to the elevator. “I’ll call you!” he calls out before the steel doors move in front of him, until he’s no longer in your field of vision.

You too turn around to go back to your own job. Walking back to your desk, you look at your phone, mulling over Jaebum’s last remark. Could he…?

Opening the contacts menu once you get back in your office cubicle, you cannot help but let out a snort, turning heads of some co-workers, when seeing the new addition to your contact list.

Your Point of View

Sometimes you must accept the fact that some people can only be in your heart, not in your life.

It took 2 years.... to get over him.

You would be lying if you were to sit here and say you were completely over Jaebum. This man was your first love and an unforgettable one at that.

Although you still had love for him, you didn’t think about him as often as before.

There has been one memory however that still haunts you to this day. The memory that closed the chapter of you and him. It was a dreadful and horrifying memory that lingered longer than it should. Memories like this belong to be thrown away and disposed of by one mind, but nope there it was.

Jaebum’s birthday.

Jaebum and you have been together for two years. And honestly, at least on your end, it was the best two years of your life. The love you two both shared was indescribable. Anytime the two of you were around one another, it felt like you two would gravitate towards one another, it was as if there was a force between the two of you that no one could control. You two intertwined so effortlessly and you felt like you found your soulmate. . . At least you thought.

This man if he was described on paper would have been considered perfect. He was exactly what you have been looking for. A man who paid attention to the smallest details that revolved around you, supportive, caring, nurturing, flexible, always willing to compromise, and best of all romantic.

However, the longer you two continued with your relationship, both of your work schedules started to interfere with one another. It became harder and harder to spend time with one another.

When Jaebum’s birthday approached, you remember him telling you that he managed to get the day completely off. With this in mind, you couldn't help but plan a birthday surprise. Jaebum has always gone above and beyond for you, and you wanted to do the same for him. It was your time to show your appreciation for everything he has done coming into your life.

You were excited to spend the day with him. You had a whole day planned. You wanted to cook Jaebum a homemade breakfast of his choice, spend time in bed with a cuddle session and pointless conversation, and then take him out for go-karting because a little competition doesn’t hurt anyone. Then to end the night you had reservations to his favorite restaurant knowing it was hard to get a reservation to begin with.

Ever since you two have officially started to be in a relationship, you two always spend each other's birthday together. You didn’t expect anything to change.

You lay in bed and stared at your clock waiting for it to strike 12. You stared at the clock intensely until at last, it went from 11:59 pm to 12:00 am in seconds.

It wasn’t long until you grabbed a hold of your phone and immediately called your boyfriend.

After a few rings, you suddenly hear his voice.

“Hey beautiful,” Jaebum answers, causing your heart to beat out of your chest.

“Happy birthday!” You blurted out excitedly and you could hear him chuckle to himself.

“Someone stayed up to say happy birthday I see,” Jaebum knew that you were the type of person to sleep early. But when it came to his birthday you always made sure to sacrifice sleep for a bit just to say happy birthday. It was the least thing you could do since you couldn’t be there personally to wish him a happy birthday.

“It’s a sacrifice I'm willing to make. And you know how much I love my sleep,” you responded as your lips quirked into a smile. “Plus, as you, I have to make sure I'm the first one to wish you a happy birthday.”

You could hear Jaebum chuckling on the other side of the phone.

“Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Jaebum says in his husky sleepy voice.

Regardless of how long Jaebum and you have been together, Jaebum always managed to make you smile. He always made you long for his presence. It was safe to say you were in love with him.

“My love, today your plan will consist of both you and me. How does that sound?’ You chirped through the phone expecting him to look forward to the plans however you hear pure silence.

A silence crept between them until Jaebum finally spoke again.

“Actually. . . Babe I hate to do this, but we are going to have to rain check,” Jaebum hesitantly says, and you couldn’t help but suddenly feel a way of disappointment.

You weren’t expecting this kind of response or reaction. You were taken off guard and unsure how to feel about the situation. All you could say through the phone is “Oh. . .”

Jaebum could sense the disappointment coming on your end and tried to instantly explain himself.

“I had no intention of making any plans for my birthday except spending the day with you. . . However, my family called me up and asked if it was possible I could spend my birthday with them. I couldn’t say no an-” Jaebum began to ramble feeling guilty for canceling on you.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. Like you said we can reschedule,” you said through the phone trying your hardest to avoid showing how bummed out you truly were.

There was no way you were going to prevent Jaebum from spending time with his family. It would be childish of you to argue with him for making plans elsewhere. How was he possibly going to know you had planned his birthday out for him?

To avoid feeling bummed out you just reminded yourself that you had other opportunities to surprise him in the near future, or at least you thought.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” Jaebum says, trying to cheer you up.

This year was going to be the first year you didn’t spend time with him on his birthday. . .

After the two of you hung up, you placed your phone on your nightstand and closed your eyes.

However, before you could drift off to sleep you suddenly began to think. The more you started to get lost in your thoughts the more you realized things weren’t necessarily adding up.

You opened your eyes and sat up from your bed.

Things felt off and you couldn’t seem to wrap your fingers on what seemed to be the problem. Were you missing something?

Anytime Jaebum spent time with his family, normally he would tag you along. He always made sure to bring you over to any family functions or any family visits he decided to make. For the most part, you knew most of his family members and even exchanged contact information with most. You were pretty sure if they were planning on doing something for Jaebum’s birthday they would have invited you. . .

You couldn’t help but wonder why the sudden change. Did they not like you? Or was Jaebum lying to you?

Questions were floating in your head.

To be fair you weren’t normally the clingy type. You always gave Jaebum space if he wanted to spend time with his friends or family. However, anytime he had the opportunity to see his loved ones he always asked you to tag along. Since the moment the both of you started to date, it was always like this. . .

So, you couldn’t help but feel weird about this sudden change.

Maybe Jaebum had a good reason for not tagging you along this time. . . Maybe you were just overthinking this whole situation and making it a bigger problem than it needs to be.

It’s no big deal.

At this point, you were beyond tired. It was way past your bedtime, and you felt like your mind was just playing mind tricks on you. You were starting to create negative scenarios in your head, so you decided to send yourself to sleep before you made yourself panic for no reason.

- 

Waking up in the morning felt harder than usual. Knowing that you had nothing planned for the day made you feel lethargic and lazy. You requested the day off hoping to spend the day with Jaebum, but it only backfired. It’s been almost a month since the last time you last saw Jaebum. You were hoping today was the day you both reunited after being away from one another but guess not.

Bright side, although you didn’t have the opportunity to spend time with Jaebum, you had the day off. You could do anything you wanted, and no one could tell you a thing about it.

You reached over your nightstand and grabbed a hold of your phone.

Before you turned on the screen you were hoping to see a text from Jaebum but as soon as you did nothing. The only things you saw were Instagram notifications from your last recent post, a few text messages from your best friend, and other notifications from other social media platforms.

You dropped your phone on your bed and sighed.

You thought after going to sleep you would stop wondering about Jaebum and his family plans. . . But nope they kept creeping in.

Suddenly for some reason, you had this gut feeling telling you that something was up. Uncertainty clouded your thoughts, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of doubt.

You grabbed a hold of your phone and without thinking rationally, you looked through your contacts and called Jaebum’s mom.

As you brought your phone to your ear you would hear the phone ring. But as you would hear it ring, you suddenly start to feel strange for doing this. What are you doing? Why are you calling his mom? Shouldn’t you trust him?

You were about to remove the phone from your ear when she suddenly answered.

“Y/N! It’s so good to hear from you. I was just about to call you,” you were surprised but relieved to hear this.

Okay so maybe she was planning on inviting you after all. All the negative thoughts that were playing in your head were suddenly disappearing.

“Great minds think alike,” you responded as you both laughed on the phone.

“Listen, I was thinking since Jaebum told me he was going to spend his birthday with you, how about you bring him over and we all do something here.”  his mother says, and at that moment you felt your heart drop.

What did she say?

Did you mishear that?

“Sorry, can you repeat that?” You wanted to make sure you heard correctly. There was no way you heard that right.

“I called Jaebum last night telling him to come over with you and we celebrate his birthday as a family. However, he was telling me you had a whole day planned out for him and so I thought why not call you up and see what we can do,” as you heard Jaebum’s mother speak you felt speechless.

You were frozen, unable to say a word.

What was happening?

Jaebum tells you that he had plans with his family and then tells his family that he had plans with you. . . If he wasn’t with his family or you, what was he doing?

“Y/N?”

You snapped back into reality and realized you were still on the phone with his mom...

You wanted to tell her that he was lying, and you had no idea what he was up to, but you didn’t want to cause a commotion. Plus, you weren’t sure what was happening.  ... You wanted to get the facts straight before you made any kind of assumption. So instead, you decided to play along.

“Yeah! I’ll see what I can do. See you later,” you two exchanged goodbyes and you both hung up the phone.

Just when you thought your thoughts couldn’t get any worse, they did.

Could he be. . . No, but he couldn’t.

Jaebum has never given you the impression that he was seeing someone else or even cheating on you. He has never done any sneaky behavior that has ever made you question his motivation. He’s never made you doubt his loyalty or honesty. . .

You were trying your hardest to find excuses for his actions. Maybe he wanted one day to himself and there is nothing wrong with that. Maybe he's been so tired at work that he just wanted to go MIA from everyone...

But if that was the case, why would he have the need to lie to you?

You clicked on Jaebum's number and were getting ready to send him a text, but you stopped yourself.

Normally you had full trust in Jaebum but that instantly changed when you caught him lying to you. Instead of shooting him a text, how about a surprise visit?

There was nothing else you could do except see for yourself the reason he chose to lie to you, to begin with.

You got yourself showered and dressed up. Even though you were unsure of what you were about to witness, you grabbed a hold of Jaebum's gift and headed out the door.

It was hard to leave the situation alone. The uncomfortable feeling you had creeping in your chest felt like something was wrong. Either you were exaggerating or something was being kept a secret from you. . . Either way, you wanted to find out yourself.

It was time to face the truth.

-

The moment you arrived at his home, you looked over at his parking space in front of his house and instantly noticed his car. This hinted he was home. You grabbed a hold of your starring wheels and squeezed it trying to calm all the nerves you had building up.

The fact that you had no idea what to expect was eating you alive. You could feel your heart race, your mind filled with a million thoughts, the palms on your hands being sweat and your nerves all over the place.

You took a deep breath, grabbed a hold of Jaebum’s gift, and got out of the car.

As you approached his house, you looked around and tried to see if anything was alarming. It was hard to tell since there were cars all around parked on the streets.

You walked to the front door and were about to ring the doorbell, but you stopped yourself. If you wanted to catch Jaebum in the action of whatever he was doing, you needed to make sure he didn’t know you were here.

You remembered where Jaebum left a spare key and looked at the plant that was next to his door. You shoved your hand into the pot and there you found his spare key. He had a spare key in case of an emergency or if he ever got locked out of his own home.

As you inserted the key, you tried your best to avoid making any possible noises. Slowly opening the door, you removed your shoes at the doorway and left them to the side getting ready to tip-toe into the house.

You walked in and slowly but gently closed the door behind you. As soon as you closed the door you looked down the narrow hall and instantly noticed that the coast was clear. You started to tip-toe around the house slowly creeping into each room wondering if you would spot Jaebum but nothing. You went into the living room, and it looked untouched. You walked into the kitchen and couldn’t help but notice two wine glasses and an open wine bottle on the kitchen counter.

Two wine glasses. . . An open bottle? And no sign of Jaebum. . .

But with you knew he had a guest over... You could feel the speed of your heart race pick up. This did not look good.

As you continued to walk through his house, you suddenly heard a noise, and you instantly froze.

What was that?

You didn’t bother moving. Instead, you stood still hoping to hear the noise again.

And yet you did...

This time it sounds like Jaebum was groaning. . .

You could already feel yourself forming tears, but you tried your best to avoid thinking about the worst-case scenario. Maybe he is stretching.

You heard another noise and realized it was coming from his bedroom.

As quietly as you could you started to approach his bedroom door holding your breath to avoid making noise and tip toed as quietly as you could.

Standing outside his door the noises became more visible and at this point you felt your heart in your stomach. There was no other clearer explanation for these noises coming from his bedroom.

There was only one clear explanation and that was Jaebum was cheating on you. . .

You knew exactly what he was up to, but you still couldn’t seem to believe it, so you had to see it for yourself.

Feeling the water works getting ready to come out. You grabbed a hold of the doorknob and took a deep breath.

Time for the truth.

Listen to Bust Your Windows - Jazmine Sullivan while reading this

Opening that door was probably one of the worst decisions you made. But you knew you had to do it to face the truth. You kept making excuses for him left and right trying your hardest to avoid making him look like the bad guy. But look what that did. . . Nothing but made you look like a complete fool.

As you opened the door, everything happened so fast. You dropped Jaebum’s gift that you were holding onto the ground and completely froze.

Jaebum took one look back and you watched as his eyes filled with panic. He removed his from her and grabbed a hold of the blanket to cover the fact that he was completely naked on top of a whole other woman.

The woman lifted herself with her elbows and looked at Jaebum and then at you. As she watched Jaebum’s reaction, she put two and two together and realized that you were Jaebum’s girlfriend. As soon as it clicked in her head, she reached over for the blanket and tried to cover her naked body.

When you were standing in front of Jaebum’s bedroom door you knew Jaebum was up to no good.  ... However, you weren’t expecting to feel this kind of pain you were feeling watching them in front of your very eyes.

It felt like someone got a hold of a knife and just stabbed you with no hesitation or warning. You felt your tears flowing down your face and you felt unable to talk with the amount of anger and hurt you were feeling at that very moment.

Jaebum got off the bed and tried to approach you, but you backed up.

You knew you had to say something.

“So, this is how you feel?” You said looking right into his eyes letting him know how betrayed you truly were.

Without thinking twice, you didn’t give him the chance to talk. You ran off wanting to leave the premises at all cause. It felt impossible to breathe, you felt like the situation was sucking up any oxygen you had left.

Your heart was torn.

As you were running, all you could think about was the betrayal and all the lies has told you. All the I love you and want to spend my life with you was a lie to begin with.

He never cared about me. . . And at the end of all of this, you were the one to look like a joke out of all of this.

You tried to run fast but it was hard when you could feel yourself crying uncontrollably weighing you down.

“Y/N!” You could hear Jaebum call out your name, but you continued to ignore it and kept running.

Two years meant nothing. The worst feeling is feeling unwanted by the person you want the most. This was one of the hardest pills to swallow. No matter how good you are to somebody, and you show how much you love them, they can turn their back on you and there is nothing you can do about it.

As you reached your car, you stopped at the door and just started to cry.

Betrayal is the worst kind of hurt. He was the last person you ever expected to feel this kind of pain from, people always manage to surprise you.

What hurts the most about all of this is the fact that Jaebum knew exactly what he was doing.

As you were holding onto the car door handle, you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around you.

Jaebum was behind you...

Although you were upset you were angrier than anything. It didn’t take long until you threw Jaebum’s arm off you and you turned around.

He had no right putting his hands on you.

When you looked at him, you noticed tears forming in his eyes.

You were feeling so many mixed emotions. You wanted to scream at him and show him the pain he has caused you. You wanted to hurt him with your words and make him regret hurting you the way he did. Make him feel the same pain you were feeling.  ... But then the other side of you low-key wanted to grab a hold of him, hug him, and work something out. . . But realistically you knew that wasn’t possible.

There was nothing to work out. . . What he did was nothing to forget about.

“Y/N... Baby,” he tried to reach over for your hand, but you quickly pulled away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat with your bloodshot eyes casting an aura of inhumanity. You could feel your hands balling into fists feeling a wave of rage.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out and started to sob. As if you were the one who hurt him.

The audacity.

“That’s all you have to say?” His sorry meant nothing to you. It felt insincere and meaningless.

“I fucked up. . . I didn’t me-” You instantly caught him off before you started with his lame excuses.

“Let me take a guess, it didn’t mean a thing? That’s fucking bullshit!” You shouted as suddenly you caught yourself shoving him.

“You knew exactly what you were doing the moment you invited her over. You chose to spend your birthday with someone else instead of me. . . And that just tells me everything I need to know,” you stopped yourself from saying anything else and could feel yourself ready to bawl out crying yet again. . .

But you didn’t want to cry... At least not in front of Jaebum.

You felt your throat burning from holding back your tears. You felt like you were ready to explode out of your skin from restraining back so many emotions.

You looked at Jaebum in his eyes and asked him “Did I mean anything to you?”

You gave him a second to respond and as you noticed he was going to open his mouth you decided to cut him off.

Regardless of what he tells you, you didn’t believe a thing he was going to say. It was going to be a bunch of bullshit he makes up because he was afraid of being alone. . . It wasn’t because he loved you.

“Save it. . .. I don’t care anymore,” you tried to turn around and go into your car, but Jaebum reached over again.

You grabbed his hand and removed it once again.

“What part of don’t touch me don’t you understand? You lost the privilege the moment you decided to stab me in the back.” You spat coldly as Jaebum just stared at you.

At that moment he realized he had officially lost you.

You opened the car door, took one last look at him. . . Look him directly in the eyes, and said “You’re dead to me.”

And with that, you started your car and drove off not looking back.

- 

The moment you left Jaebum’s house it wasn’t long until you cut him off completely. You made sure to delete his number along with his family members and remove him from all social media platforms. He would try to contact you in any way he could whether it was phone calls from his phone number or his friend's number, but you would ignore them and avoid answering random numbers. He would try to email you, but you would just trash an email sent in your direction. He even tried to make surprise visits showing up at your apartment complex, but you just avoided him at all cause. At some point, he even tried to involve his family to try to talk it out, but you had to tell them if they could respectfully leave the situation alone.

It didn’t seem like Jaebum told them the whole truth, and you didn’t want to be the one to tell them.

Eventually at some point when he picked up the hint you weren’t going to respond or ever talk to him again. . . He stopped.

Two years passed and you haven’t spoken to him since.

To be honest, you were hoping you could avoid him completely, however, it was hard to do so when you eventually learned to find out he was part of a big famous Korean group called GOT7. You weren’t planning on giving them attention, but it was hard to avoid being curious. You heard a few songs and enjoyed them, but you chose not to listen to it. You chose not to support the group since you promised yourself that you wanted nothing to do with Jaebum.

With the two years of recovering from that heartache, you learned to cope with the fact that everything happens for a reason and had to relearn to allow others into your life. Today was going to be the first time in two years that you decided to try out dating again.

You work at a coffee shop part-time and while working there you come across a cute guy named Dean. He always showed interest in you every time he paid and visit and always made it be known that he wanted to take you out. . . To be honest you were hesitant, and this has to do with your past.

But you didn’t want to let the past have this kind of control over your dating life.

Eventually, you caught yourself warming up to the idea of potentially going on a date with him and well before you knew it you realized he was attractive, easy to talk to and you both had a lot in common. . .

Next thing you know he asked you on a date and you agreed and here we are.  ... on your date.

For a first date, Dean thought it was a fun idea to go to a bowling alley rather than dinner. He thought it was a good idea to take some nerve off of the pressure of it being a first date. Honestly, you were pretty excited and were ready to see how this dating was going to go.

You two both by the bowling alley competing with one another making it a friendly competition to ease the fact that this was a date. He was aware that’s been two years since you’ve put yourself out there again and he respected that.

He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and having a good time.

You two were bowling it up and enjoying each other’s company. At times when you had the chance you would try your hardest to distract Dean from bowling. You would slowly creep up on him tap his shoulder or tell him not to miss to make him avoid getting strikes. As he would see your competitive side, he would do the same.

“Could have warned a girl that I was dealing with a professional over here,” you told Dean as he sat down and knocked all the pins in one go.

“What can I say, I’m a humble man,” he says smiling knowing he was ahead of the game.

It was your turn. You got up and grabbed a bowling ball that wasn’t too heavy. Just a good amount of weight for you.

You walked over to the bowling alley and were getting ready to make your move, but you stopped yourself. You only had two more turns and that was the end of the first round. The only way you could catch up is if you get a strike...

Dean noticed you hesitating.

“Would you like some assistance?” He asked you. You were about to decline but you realized this was a date. . .

You knew another reason why Dean was offered to help you was to make some kind of move. So, you looked over at him and smiled.

“That would be nice.”

He walked over to you, carefully wrapped his arms around you, and helped you hold the bowling ball correctly. He then began to instruct you on the way to sun your arm and how to release the bowling ball. As you both did it together as a unit, you watched as the bowling ball made its way down the alley, and next thing you knew there you made your very first strike.

You didn’t hesitate to turn around and pull him into a hug. This was your first strike, and this was thanks to him.

“I knew you could do it,” Dean says as he embraces you.

You two pulled away and you couldn’t help but smile.

The two of you continued to bowl, jamming to the music that was being played and singing along. Even though you were competing with one another, you started to cheer each other on when one person would knock all the pins or when they made a good number of knockdowns.

After a while, Dean excuses himself to the bathroom and you are in the bowling alley alone waiting for your date to return.

You made your score and started to look around. The bowling alley was starting to get filled up with people.

You look down for one second and suddenly you hear someone call out your name.

As you lifted your head... Suddenly you see a familiar pair of eyes.

“Y/N?”

Jaebum. . .

~