It was one of those no-days.

I was agitated in the morning, I felt a heavy sadness on me.

Fortunately, it had been a full day of work, so I could keep my mind busy and not think for a while.

I was in my office and my distraction from my mood had come to an end; I had done all the tasks assigned to me. 

Damn my great professionalism in this situation!

Furthermore, the weather did not contribute to improving the situation. 

It was a rainy day, the classic summer storm, which served to refresh the earth from the summer heat.

I went to get my denim jacket and took the chair, positioning it towards the window, to let myself be lulled by the sound of the rain.

I did not notice that my face began to get wet with tears, I was too immersed in the playful dance of the drops on the window.

I sniffed, but the tears did not want to stop. 

I hated feeling so vulnerable, but at the same time I was not ashamed of my emotions; I felt strong even if I was extremely breakable in that situation.

- Everything good? - a deep voice made me wince.

I turned my gaze to my interlocutor.

Two slightly worried eyes were peering at me carefully.

I did not say a word, I was not in the mood.

There was a minute when we looked at each other intensively, albeit without a word.

He gave me one last look and he left.

I sighed heavily and I looked back at the storm, creating a parallel dance between the drops and my tears, that had begun to flow again.

I bit my lip in frustration and sighed again.

The ceramic noise that touched the table brought me back to reality.

I looked down at the source of the noise, remaining pleasantly surprised.

It was a ceramic plate decorated finely, at whose center there was a donut full of custard.

- It's a small way to cheer you up. And to apologize - the boy looked at me intensely.

Normally I would have left the dessert there, seen the past with my "colleagues", but today I wanted to cuddle myself, and this delicacy was my favorite sin of throat.

I took it and started to eat it slowly, feeling a slightly salty taste, due to the tears that had reached my mouth.

- Taehyung, thank you - I mentioned shyly.

As soon as I finished eating, the boy got up and with a firm step came towards me, hugging me in a strong and comforting hug.

Needless to say, I started sobbing again.

I felt his grip tighten and his hand gently stroke my hair.

- We're not like you met us that night. We behaved like a peasant and I still apologize. I hope you will give us the opportunity to remedy. -

I did not answer.

Taehyung understood and continued to hug me for a time that I could not quantify.

Right now, despite all their mistakes with me, it was all I needed.