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Eight months.

It had been eight months since Yoongi sold all of their property and moved them out of the city into a more secluded town. It wasn't meant to be like that. Yoongi was almost convinced into letting them both continue with their lives together in his old apartment, but things took a drastic turn for the worse when he found Taehyung's letter amongst the little of Eunhye's possessions.

He had gone completely berserk upon reading the carefully written words on the piece of paper, his sudden lurch of anger causing him to punch a hole in the wall right next to where she had been standing. She was petrified, a full-blown argument erupting when she locked herself in the guest bedroom, not wanting to deal with his foul accusations and the lividity of his anger.

It was beyond terrifying.

His paranoia only grew the more time went by, restricting her movements and finally deciding to keep her locked in the apartment altogether. She wasn't allowed anywhere without him, and to say it was stifling was a grave understatement.

Eunhye knew he would have overreacted if he knew of the letter's existence which was the sole reason she decided to keep it a secret. She had meant to dispose of it, but with Yoongi latching onto her like a desperate puppy the first few weeks after their release from State Psychiatric Hospital, the act seemed almost impossible to get done discreetly.

Soon after, the thought of the letter completely slipped her mind, the only thing lingering in her thoughts being Min Yoongi himself.

She had her doubts concerning their future together but was surprised when Yoongi seemed almost like himself. He somehow managed to secure a permanent position at a nearby security firm and was providing well for them both despite his already secure financial status.

He was sweet and endearing, affectionate almost, to a degree that alarmed her, yet consoled and soothed her worries at the same time. Things were going so well . . . until the day he chanced upon the letter.

Eunhye remembered the day like it was yesterday. She had never seen Yoongi so angry before and it scared her to no end. It didn't take him long to discard all their possessions and make a run for it; bringing the two of them to as remote a town as he could find.

Needless to say, Yoongi had never been the same since.

The kind, sweet and endearing Yoongi was gone. He was cold, ruthless, and more like Suga—someone Eunhye had not had the reason to think of for a long time. He was gone most hours of the day, and although he claimed to be at work, Eunhye knew better.

There was no way a job at the factory repairing broken computer parts would land him the numerous lacerations and bruises she often found scattered across his body.

The moment now finds Eunhye sitting by the window, watching the flickering street lights below as she awaited his arrival. It was a little past three in the morning yet he was nowhere to be seen.

It was only when the minute hand ticked close to four, did she hear the distinct sounds of the front door unlocking. She rushed forward, worry causing her to stumble over her two feet in a hurry to check on his wellbeing.

"Yoongi," she breathed in an exhale when she caught sight of his battered form in the doorway.

He seemed surprised for a fraction of a second, clearly not expecting her to still be awake waiting for him. But the shock subsided into annoyance as he slammed the front door shut and pushed past her, already moving to unlace his boots.

"Yoongi?" she called out to him a second time.

His hands paused in their act of pulling off his boots and a heavy silence hung between them. After a minute, he sighed.

"Go to sleep," he ordered brusquely, not wanting to deal with having a conversation.

Eunhye dared herself to reach out a shaking hand to tug on the sleeve of his jacket. The action was dappled with fear and shrouded with the meek innocence that was always so immensely beguiling to him. He inhaled sharply.

"Yoongs . . ." she whispered the nickname. "You're hurt."

"Tell me something I don't know," he responded gruffly, shrugging her hand off as he trudged further into the house.

Eunhye was left trailing after him, not entirely confident to leave him alone with his wounds unattended. He had been coming home day after day with numerous injuries and not once had he permitted her to tend to them. In fact, it almost seemed as though he no longer wanted anything to do with her.

Since leaving their old lives behind, he barely spoke to her, kept their interactions to a bare minimum, and was straight up avoiding her. She was kept largely in the dark concerning his business outside the walls of the apartment, she had no idea what he was up to and it was immensely worrying for her.

What was he doing that was so bad it had him coming home with unexplained bruises? What was so bad that he refused to let her know?

In all honesty, she wasn't irked by the fact he was keeping secrets from her. Rather, it did not sit easily with her the way he was able to blatantly ignore her and act as though his actions did not affect her in any way. He was acting almost as if she was redundant in his life and oddly enough, the notion pained her.

Yoongi retreated into the confines of their shared bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside as he rummaged for something else to wear. Eunhye stood just within the room, awkwardly shifting her weight between her feet as she thought of something to say to him. She inched closer to him, wincing slightly when she noticed the darkening bruises splotched along his back.

She lifted her hand, her fingers hesitantly touching the worse of the lot, earning a sharp hiss from Yoongi as he whirled around, gripping onto her wrist hard enough to elicit a flinch from her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"Yoongi, why won't you let me help you? You're hurt. You've been hurt for days on end now and I just–"

"Leave me alone, Eunhye," he cut her off abruptly. "I can deal with my own problems. If I needed your help, I would have asked."

He released her hand with a harsh shove and turned away from her, but not before he caught the hints of unshed tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"If you don't love me anymore, just tell me and I can go. You don't have to hang onto me or think you're responsible for me in any way. I can take care of myself. I can find a job and I'll leave you. I won't bother you anymore," she heaved, tears of frustration escaping her. "I can't live like this anymore, Yoongi. Worrying for you day after day, not knowing what's going on. You don't even talk to me, and I have to see you hurt every single day, I–"

Eunhye barely got her next words out before Yoongi turned and crashed his lips against hers in a rough and dominating kiss. He gripped the sides of her face, forcing his tongue into her mouth and backing her all the way into the wall. He pushed against her, his chest warm against her own as she melted into his embrace—desperate for any kind of interaction from him.

At this point in their relationship, she was hardly embarrassed being around Yoongi in any intimate way or form. After all, they had done things far more embarrassing than mere kissing.

Yoongi pulled away from the kiss, leaving both of them in a panting mess as he stared at her with eyes darkened by lust. He grazed his thumb over her cheeks as they stayed that way for a few extended seconds.

"Don't ever say something like that again," he said, his voice dropping an octave in a silent threat. "You are not leaving me. You are never leaving me. Not if I have a say in it."

"Then why do you keep ignoring me!" Eunhye asked, her words coming out much harsher than she intended. "I don't care about moving here, about . . . About all this."

She waved her hand dismissively at their surroundings.

"I know you're just paranoid about him. I understand, Yoongs. I just . . . What are you doing? Why do you keep getting hurt? Why are you lying to me—telling me you're still working at that factory? I know it's not true, Yoongi. Do you really not trust me?"

Eunhye lowered her gaze, her voice going soft before she said, "I worry about you, Yoongi. Every single day. I hate seeing you like this. I hate that we're like this. I'm trying every day to make this work, but you just . . . You don't care, and it hurts."

A heavy silence hung in the air between them before Yoongi sighed. He shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for an unexpected hug. He kissed her lightly on the top of her head.

He held her close for a few minutes without saying a thing until at least he released her, leaning to look her in the eye.

"Go out tomorrow," he said. "Have a walk around town. Do something."

"You're letting me out? Without you?" Eunhye asked.

"Don't give me a reason to change my mind, Eun," Yoongi said, the stern tone already seeping back into his voice.

He patted her cheek without another word and left her standing there as he made his way to the bathroom.

Although grateful at being given the opportunity to explore the town on her own tomorrow, it did not escape her the fact that Yoongi had smoothly avoided her questions and once again, left her in the dark about the state of their relationship.