Prologue
look at you, my pretty little angel. they way you smile, laugh, kiss, touch, everything you do is a drug, an addiction. the way he wrap around his arm around your perfectly small waist, the way he makes you smile. that’s suppose to be me, making you feel they way he makes you feel.
when you looked at me, gives me love and affection, the way you gave me a small smile, gives me butterflies, and the way you hugged me, makes my life complete.
here is me right now, crazily stalking you. you made me into this monster, a crazy person who can’t get away from you.
why you do this to me? i feel extremely hurt, that you only noticed me once. at that party, the one i step up with one of my friends, jimin. park jimin, your boyfriend, your fiance, soon to be love of your life. your everything.
that wasn’t me. why you gotta hurt me like that? everything i do for you, you think it was jimin, but its from me.
but it’s okay, you’re jimin’s fiancee. and i respect that.
right now i’m at the edge of the roof, on the skyscraper. looking up at the stars, the stars you tried to count all, that’s how much i love you. from 0 to infinity.
why can’t you notice me one more time? just one more and i’ll be so happy.
as taehyung walked down the street, looking for the market. buying you something to eat and drink. he grabbed kimchi fried rice and sprite. as he purchased the items, he went to your apartment.
as he reach to jimin’s and your’s apartment, he rang the door bell. he ran down the hall, hiding.
he sees you, grabbing the bag, seeing the smile plastered to your face. as you read the note, seeing you having red tints on your cheeks, he saw you mouthed something. but he thought it was from jimin, your boyfriend, your fiance. your everything.
as you looked around, you saw nobody. you thought i was from jimin, but no- its from taehyung. you smiled, having flustered cheeks.
you grabbed a paper from your house, writing down something. you left it on the side of your door. as you closed it, you heard steps, your heart beats. hearing taehyung’s voice mumbled. it was wrong liking your fiance’s best friend, but it was okay. you weren’t having second thoughts.
you walked to the kitchen, cooking the fried rice, putting the sprite in the fridge. you heard the door open. seeing jimin. he looked stressed from work. he had this huge factory, designing puma.
you kissed him welcome home, continue cooking. "i'm so excited to get married, i can imagine our small little family" he hugged me from behind.
but were you happy? being jimin’s fiancee?
