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Forgivness was such a small word, nevertheless, it was describing an action that seemed almost too difficult to Taehyung.

There was a weird feeling in his stomach when he decided to follow Yoongi to his appartment, a little room with a messy bed and a small sofa in a corner and that red piano infront of the window, it all looked messy.

Taeyhung sat down on Yoongi's sofa as Yoongi handed him a glass of water and got himself a chair which he placed across Taehyung.

It was 3 am and Yoongi's eyes seemed to obey every single detail on Taehyung while he gulped down the whole glass.

,,I don't understand why you want to help me."

he mumbled and let down the glass of water.

,,Because you're like my mirror Taehyung. one that's staring back at me."