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"Tae, I'm being serious," she playfully bumped her shoulder into his, giggling a little at his childishness.

"So, am I," Taehyung smirked, amused. "We are soulmates."

To hear that phrase come from her best friend, it filled her with glee. At this point, she was more than glad that she got to spend the day with him and him only. Because, in actuality, Taehyung was all that mattered. No one was there for her like he was, especially today. And, because of his efforts, his actions and his words have stood out to her more than anything else.

Then, it was while thinking of Taehyung that her heart began to break and crumble all at once. To shock her even further, it wasn't even the reminder of Jimin breaking up with her earlier. If she was being honest, she found that her feelings towards him was only a natural attraction that had the ability to grow into more, but it thankfully didn't.

The evening had grown much older and night had already began to fall, but as she exited the building with Taehyung by her side, she studied him thoroughly. She concluded she had done that too often the entire day, but she couldn't get over his sweet, considerate behavior towards her. It made her feel differently internally; all warm, mushy, and giddy.

But, that was only half of her.

The atmosphere was dim, and with the bit of light that the setting sun had to offer, looking at him caused her heart to feel like it was thrown inside a shredder. Guilt and utmost regret was eating at her insides. Unable to keep quiet anymore, she spoke up:

"Taehyung, I'm sorry."

His eyebrows scrunched, ultimately confused at the reasoning behind her random apology.

"What? Why are you apologizing?"

She sighed. "For not coming with you to the exhibit last time. I know I canceled because of Jimin, and now that I think about it, I feel dumb for doing so."

"You feel dumb for canceling and going on a date with him, because he was going to break up with you anyways?" He restated to understand. Her lips parted, as if she was going to say something, but then she closed her mouth. He figured his wording was insensitive, so he tried to recover: "Sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that, or to remind you of--"

"No, it's okay, I'm not upset over him anymore," she smiled in reassurance, and he was grateful to hear such a thing. The two stopped at the crosswalk and waited for the signal to change. "But, yeah, I've realized that I should've gone with you. It was fucked up of me to cancel something that we always did together--" a strong gust of wind hit her cheeks, causing her to shiver and her teeth to chatter incessantly, but nonetheless, she continued, "--just to go and hang out with some other guy that I only knew for two weeks."

Without a second to waste, Taehyung stepped forward and embraced her small body. Her hold tightened around his waist as another gust of wind blew by them. Though, it was no match for the maximum warmth that their bodies had created. He buried his face into her hair and whispered:

"You liked him, and at the time, he didn't seem like an asshole, hm?" he hummed, awaiting her eventual response. She gently shook her head against his chest, closing her eyes, immersed in the moment. The rumble in his chest and the sound of his voice was all that she was tuned into. "Exactly, so there's no need to apologize for having feelings. You're here now, and that's all that matters."

She pulled away a little to gaze into his eyes, a small, appreciative smile on her face. Again, his caring words touched her heart, but this time, it left an imprint. "I still regret it, but most of all, I'm glad that I'm with you today."

"Seul, I'll always be with you, no matter what. You don't need to worry about things like that, you know?" Seeing as she was still shivering, he grabbed ahold of her hands and formed them into little fists. As expected, they were as cold as ice. To create friction and induce warmth, he rubbed the palms of his hands against them. Hoping it'd work a little bit, he craned his neck downwardly and blew into their hands. "Your hands are so cold, why didn't you bring your gloves?"