Jin and I talk through the rest of the night in each others arms. We really connected and opened up to each other, and I feel closer to him because of that.

"I'm gonna miss you, you know." He mumbles sleepily. I smile and chuckle at his sweet words.

"I'll miss you too." I respond, nuzzling my face into his chest.

"Oh, I think Taehyung has a girlfriend. I met her today." I suddenly say. He breathes steadily in my ear, drifting off to sleep.

"Hmm?" He hums, half awake. 

"She's a little strange though. She hinted she knew that I was seeing someone." I mumble, and he moves in his sleep. 

"Oh?" He responds.

"Yeah. She seems nice other than that though. And she's really pretty. He likes her a lot." I chuckle. I'm basically talking to myself at this point, rambling as I recall the sweet expression on Tae's face.

"Her name was Hwasa. She's a little older than Tae but-" He suddenly cuts me off by shooting up. I fall from his arms and stare up at him in surprise.

"What did you just say?" He looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes wide and full of shock.

"Wh-What?" I stutter.

"What was her name?" 

"Hwasa." I repeat. He lets out a breath and drops his head into his hands, falling backwards into the bed.

"Fuck." He mutters, sighing. 

"What is it? What's wrong?" I ask, worried.

He removes his hands from his face and looks at me, his expression laced with concern.

"What does she look like?" He asks.

"Uh, she has long black hair. A round face, small eyes and pouty lips. She has a mole on her cheek." I say. He flutters his eyes closed and purses his lips angrily.

"What is it?" I repeat, grabbing his arm.

"Nothing. I thought it was someone I know. I was mistaken." He says, releasing a breath. He relaxes and turns on his side, facing me, closing his eyes.

A memory suddenly pops in my head, and I gulp loudly, opening my mouth hesitantly to ask him a question.

"Jin?" I call him shakily.

"Hmm?" He hums.

"Who's 'N' in your phone?" I ask. He suddenly opens his eyes and glares at me, propping up on his elbow.

"You went in my phone?" He asks, his voice loud and intimidating.

"No. I just saw unread texts from someone named 'N' on your lock screen. I didn't read them or open it. I promise." I defend myself, shaking my head.

"It's no one, Willow." He retorts grumpily, laying his head back down on the pillow.

Well it's obviously someone...

I decide it's best not to argue, not wanting to ruin the evening we had together. I lay my head down on the pillow, keeping my space and not touching him. I stare at his face as he sleeps, and I feel a sudden pang of hurt.

What if he's sleeping with someone else besides me? I mean, it's possible. We never defined our relationship. I don't even think we're together, or monogamous, or committed to each other only.

I turn over with my back facing him, trying to remove the negative thoughts in my head. This is why I didn't want to allow myself to fall too deep. Our relationship is complicated, and I don't even know what it is.

"There's nobody else." He says, as if reading my mind. 

I look over my shoulder, and his eyes are open, looking back at me. He sighs and lifts his arm, wrapping it around my waist and pulling me into him.  He hugs me tightly from behind, and buries his face in my neck, letting out a breath.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't. I'm not seeing or sleeping with anyone else, and I don't plan to." He whispers, moving my hair off my neck, and planting a soft kiss on my skin.

"Those texts are from my ex. She reached out to me that night asking for me back, but I ignored it. I never responded." He sighs.

"And the 'N' stands for 'Nutjob'. She's psychotic and I want nothing to do with her." He admits, caressing my arm.

I let out a small laugh, and turn over in his arms. He smiles back and kisses my lips sweetly, his thumb grazing over my hair. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your privacy." I say, pulling back and running my fingers through his hair.

"It's alright. Let's just enjoy our last night together, hm?" He says, pecking my forehead.

I nod my head and snuggle into him, his warmth enveloping me, and I drift off to sleep in his arms.

**

"Have you got everything?" Jin asks, looking around the bedroom.

"Yeah." I respond, grabbing my bag from the unmade bed and walking out the bedroom, with Jin following closely behind.

We get in the car and he drives towards the usual spot where he drops me off and picks me up. It's quiet in the car, only the subtle noise from the radio playing a song.

I hear Jin humming along quietly, and I turn my head, watching him. His eyes are fixated on the road, concentrated. I drown out the sound of the music and instead focus on his humming, and he sounds beautiful. 

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel with the beat, and begins to sing along, barely above the music, but I can still hear it. My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat at the sound.

"You can sing?" I suddenly blurt out, smiling.

He turns his head to me, and immediately stops singing. He clears his throat and shifts in the seat, looking back at the road.

He ignores me, and I scoff, rolling my eyes playfully. I turn the music down slightly and face him again.

"Sing." I encourage him, and he glares at me. 

"No." He refuses nervously.

"Come on, you sounded beautiful." I say, putting on a dramatic, whiny voice.

"No." He repeats, knitting his brows. 

I huff and and let it go, knowing he won't break. I turn the volume back up and look out the passenger side window, watching the buildings and cars zoom by.

After a few minutes, he pulls up outside the convenience store, pulling the handbreak up. I turn to face him and let out a sigh, knowing this'll be the last time I see him before I leave.

"I'll see you next week." He smiles, checking outside the window before leaning in closer to me, and pecking my lips.

I smile and nod my head, grabbing the handle.

"Oh-" He blurts out, stopping me in my tracks. I stare at him, and he leans in a little closer.

"I'd advise you take a pill. Just to be on the safe side." He mutters. 

"Oh... Yeah, I will." I say, knowing who I can ask. 

He nods his head and leans back into his own seat, resting his hands on the steering wheel. I pull the handle and step out of the car, waving to him before I walk down the street to my house.

I walk through the front door and head straight for the stairs, changing into a fresh set of clothes and fixing my face, before walking out of my room and back down the stairs, grabbing my bag.

"I'll be back later, dad!" I yell, walking back out of the house.

I pull my phone out of my pocket of my shorts and text Josie.

Willow: I'll be 20 minutes. On my way.

Josie and I agreed to meet for a girls day out at the mall, a little downtime before I leave. And I get on the bus, making my way there.

I pull up in my driveway and walk in the house, sitting down on the couch and immediately pulling my phone out and dialling her number.

It rings a few times, and I tap my foot impatiently, anger brewing inside me.

"Hello?" I hear her voice on the other end, and I see red.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I yell, unable to hold back my temper. She giggles mockingly, sighing contently.

"Hello to you too, daddy." She coos, not phased by my tone of voice.

"Are you really doing this? You're that much a psycho bitch that you need to stalk me and the people I'm associated with?" I spit.

"Oh, did I hit a nerve? You must really like this new girl, hm?" She laughs.

"If you want to come after me, then come after me. But you leave her alone." I threaten her, yelling angrily.

"Hm, I'll think about it. But I do have something I'd like to discuss with you. How about I pop over right now?" She purrs, giggling.

"I don't want you near me. Just tell me now."

"But I need to show you something, otherwise you won't believe me." She whines childishly. 

"Just fucking spit it out." I snap.

"But... I really need to show you. I promise, no funny business." She says, her tone serious.

I sigh and drop my head, the phone pressed hard against my ear.

"You have five minutes. After that you're leaving." I mutter.

"Yay!" She laughs joyfully.

"I'll be right over." She says, her tone sultry, and hangs up.

I drop the phone from my ear and run my hands down my face, leaning back into the couch. 

I know I'm going to regret this, but whatever happens, I have to make sure Willow stays out of it.