(ship requested by fatlunaolb)

(Concept: Taehyung and Sana had been dating for over a year until they broke up. Eventually, they start to think they've made a huge mistake)

(Taehyung POV)

I really thought we had it going for us. Some of her things were still left in my home. Our photos together were left in my phone. All the gifts she gave me stayed where they were.

Was this really the end?

The argument that ruined us played over and over again in my mind. What would have happened if I never said those words..? Would we still be together? Would she still be here?

I loved her. Maybe I still do. Maybe I regret what I said, but she's gone. We haven't spoke to each other in a month.

We had so much. Were we really going to be ruined over one disagreement? We were both upset and we were probably just heated in the moment. Maybe that's why I regret it. I didn't mean any of it. The look on her face when I said we should break up...I wish I could take it all back.

I had been meaning to call her about the things she left at my place. I used that as an excuse to hear her voice again.

To my surprise, she actually picked up.

"Yes?" She answers.

"Hey...um, I was wondering if you wanted your stuff back. You left a few things at my place..." It was so awkward. We've known each other for so long and then just like that, it felt like we were strangers.

"You can keep it." She says, "If you don't want to keep it, you can just throw it out. Thanks though." She hangs up without another word.

I sigh and walk over to her stuff. I had gathered all of her things and put them in a box. A different memory played through my mind for each item I touched. They held no more meaning to her. I had to let go.

But I can't.

I had been struggling to get rid of that box for days. I finally said "screw it" and gave into my gut.

I went over to Sana's place. She wasn't home when I got there, so I waited for her to come back.

She saw me sitting by her door, stopping in her tracks.

"What are you doing here..?" She asks.

I stand up with the box in my hands, "I couldn't bring myself to get rid of your stuff."

She takes the box from me, noticing something different about her things.

I had placed a sticky note on each item, labeling them with the significance they had.

The matching sunglasses we bought at the beach

The bracelet I gave you for our five month anniversary

The notebook you wrote all our plans in

The hat you wore on our last date

The necklace you were wearing when I kissed you for the first time

She studied each object, turning them around in her hand.

"Why would you do this..?" She mutters under her breath.

"Because I don't want to leave you."

She looks up at me.

"I'm so sorry, Sana. I said some things I shouldn't have and I'm sorry. You mean more to me than anything else in the world." I spoke from my heart.

"I never wanted to leave you."

"Then why-"

"Because you hurt me." She says.

I took a step back.

"You sounded like a different person when you said those things. But it was you, the person I loved the most-"

"That wasn't me." I cut in, "I acted irrationally in the moment, I was frustrated, we both were. I never wanted it to come to this."

I didn't realize, while I was speaking, she put the box down and started crying.

I walk up to her and hug her, gently placing a hand on her hair. She buried her face in my chest, letting it all out.

"I'm sorry..." She says.

"I'm the one who should be sorry." I hold her out in front of me, "I was being stupid. I shouldn't have said any of those things."

She hugs me again, "Let's just...go home...together."

We were already standing in front of her apartment, so she must be talking about my place, the place we spent the most time together and made the most memories.

She out everything that was in that box back in their little spots where they belonged.

I promised to be a better man and we came to terms. We had to.

Like I said, I couldn't just leave her, not after all we've been through.

After being without her for that month made me realize I shouldn't take anything for granted. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, all of the time.

Every kiss meant something more. All her words had a different meaning to me now.

My feelings for her never changed, but my perception of those feelings shifted so much.