Chapter 7

In a small apartment in seoul, a petite women with a tense face paced dazedly in her living room as the Greek God level handsome male keeping her company was sprawled on her couch, watch her with pace  as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world. He finally spoke up, stopping her pacing before it burn tracks into the floor.

"Eun byeol, stop worrying will you. Its not going to be a disaster, No one will know. And besides its our staff on the tour with us so if we are found out we just have to make sure our staff doesn't leak it. I trust my staff, and I know we won't be able to hide from my manager and members for long anyway. " He went up and held her hand sitting her down and reassuring her. She held his hand tightly as her furrowed brows lossened up.

"I know, I know, I trust our staff too. I'm just worried what the fans will think if the eventually find out. You know i don't want to be a bad influence on your career." She sighed with worry as she looked down not keeting his eyes. He grabbed her chin and their eyes met. His firm eyes that looked as if it could burn through her soul made her unable to think anything else.

"My fans will understand ok, I love you and I'm not about to let the risk of a scandal or losing some fans separate us ok. Even our death couldn't separate us, what will they be able to do." His words warmed her heart and knowing that her worries about this matter were much smaller then then his belief in their relationship finally eased her tension.

"Your right." She smiled at him, looking up at his warmly smiling eyes. He smirked with that Cheshire cat look again.

"Like always." He replied with his 21st century confident which she was starting to get used to now. Never being the one to back down in their relationship she put on the same chesire cat smirk and teased him back.

"Like the time you thought Ah-ro had a crush on you." She looked at him, one eyebrow raised. Dawning a fake innocent expression. Like a curious toddler asking her mother about the wonders of the world.

"Oh its getting late, shouldn't you be getting ready for our date?" He got up, nervously scratching the back of his neck. An old habit of his whenever he was nervous or embarrassed. 

"Mhm, that's what I thought." She smiled, chuckling softly. She got up and did a victory bow to him. "Eun byeol 1, Taehyung 0." Rolling her eyes at her victory dance je ushered her into the bedroom.

"Just go and get dressed already."

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Taehyung waited for her to get ready for the date. Waking around her small apartment he realized their was a door he had not noticed before. Curious to what was in the room he entered inside. The door creaked open revealing numerous paintings and photos inside that awed taehyung. The beauty of the paintings took left him utterly speechless. Focusing on each and every painting signed by byeol he noticed something was familiar about them. He was somehow feeling nostalgic while looking at them. Then he realized these weren't just paintings these were memories. Memories she had of us, of our life in Silla. The cherry blossom path they walked down on their first date. The roof of her house they sat on and stargazed. The silla market we were so familiar with,the hwarang school, the flower field where he confessed his love to her. The last one was of a giant tree, it was on a cliff looking over the sea. He had went their only once, it was with the hwarang brothers on a school training trip. He had told byeol that they would go their together someday. Maybe have a country house their when they got old and live there till they died peacefully. He never got to accomplish that wish.

"I wonder how she painted this if she only regained her memories recently?"

"Taehyung?"

"In here!"

"What are you doing?"

"These paintings—"

"They're memories, I know. I hadn't realized it until after I regained my meories completely but I had always been painting them. Always been painting you. Even if my brain had forgotten you...my heart and soul always remembered you."

"Well I am kind of unforgettable." His smirk teasing be but his gentle eyes filled with love and a hint of guilt couldn't deceive me.

"Oh shut up." I told him with the same teasing smirk on my face. Once again we both skimmed over the subject of his decision. Once again just holding eachother and trying their best to forget the numerous painful moments and regrets that their past lives left on their souls. For both of them they didn't need to talk about what happened or what they went through, it was enough to be together now. They were content with their second chance.

"Saranghae."(I love you)

He said to her stepping closer and taking her in arms, his child laying on the crown of her chest. Realizing again how perfectly she fit into his arms everytime and longing for this feeling for so long, he pulled her closer and smelled her sweet cherry blossom fragrance. The one he loved on her.

"Nado."(me too) She smiled in his arms, letting his scent and hers mix together.