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Although her only focus was to get into the art college, study fashion diligently and become one of the most sought out designers of Korea, she got more than that - she got Yoongi. 

Being an easy-going person has always helped Inhye in gaining the most of the attention in the room, in befriending whoever she wanted to. But most of them wanted something in return from her - most of the time financial benefits. 

Yoongi was different. 

He was definitely not one of them - not the privileged, silver-spoon-in-mouth kind of person like she herself was, however, he walked with an aura and air of not giving two fucks to whoever comes his way. 

He lived within himself, had almost no friends - apart from Park Jimin of the dance department and was (is) insanely talented for his age. 

Inhye wanted to be his friend since the very first day she witnessed him playing that piano like how Achilles played his lyre. 

The urge of being Patroclus to Yoongi’s Achilles lighted a forest fire in Inhye’s chest. 

She started looking for every possible chance to be someone to him, she started to hangout in places he would in his break, but unlike everyone else, Yoongi was blissfully unaware of her entire existence - it was both a blessing and a curse. 

And then the opportunity came - wrapped in a rainy day, in the cover of lending Yoongi an umbrella. 

That day is still one of the clearest days to be stored in Inhye’s memories. 

Friendship became easy after that. Although Yoongi purposefully stayed away from her, she knew it was not because he disliked her but how different they were from each other. Yoongi most likely thought whatever Inhye did for him was because she pitied him, while in truth, Inhye just wanted to do something for him, just to be close to someone as brave, as cool, as unapologetically himself. 

All Inhye ever wanted to be was Yoongi’s bestest friend - nothing more, nothing less.

It was tough to see Yoongi working odd jobs to support himself while she should be in a studio making music. 

The constant rejection from different labels and music agencies turned Yoongi cranky, depressed - there were visible bags under his eyes and everything about this barely-living Yoongi killed Inhye from inside. 

She walked up to one of his high school friends, working as a sound engineer at a rising record-level and asked for Pdogg’s number as a payback of all the favors she did for him back in their school days. 

Pitching for Yoongi’s recruitment wasn’t a tough milestone to achieve once she got in touch with Pdogg. Her only fear was how Yoongi was going to take this unprompted attempt to get him a job. 

However, when Yoongi got teary when he heard the news, Inhye realized she had never been happier in the entirety of her life, not even when her father finally agreed for her to pursue fashion. 

Being beside Yoongi and watching him rise to international fame in upcoming years was easy. However, trying to stay immune to his obvious and growing affection towards her - was rather tough. 

Inhye had no doubt about the fact that Yoongi was going to be an amazing partner, but she was afraid. Despite being friends for years, there was no confirmation that they would work out as a couple too. 

And Yoongi was quite literally all Inhye had. Losing him would finish her as a human being. Losing him would burn Inhye alive and she never ever wanted to face the same. 

Inhye prayed for Yoongi to think similarly. So, when almost a decade passed without any kind of confession from Yoongi’s side, she thought there was nothing to worry about. 

She thought it was over. And again - it was both a blessing and a curse. 

—

The confession came abruptly. 

It also came, again, wrapped up in a rainy day, with the cover of Yoongi at her door. 

Inhye was just handed out one of the biggest opportunities of her career and she was extremely excited to share the news with Yoongi. But before she could, he said those forbidden words to her. 

He confessed that he was certainly in love with her. 

Inhye’s heart swelled in her chest - with reciprocation or fear, she doesn’t know till date. 

Turning Yoongi down was a herculean task - she wasn’t only hurting him but also a part of herself. She knew there was no going back when Yoongi ran out of her door, equipped with her rejection and tears in his eyes. 

She felt like a criminal but she couldn’t lie to Yoongi, couldn’t give him false hope. Not when she didn’t even know if she would ever be able to like him as more than just a friend. 

The first ever news she heard after touching down abroad was of Yoongi's accident. She was ready to catch the first flight back home, to be by his side - to do everything that was needed to help him cure. 

But Yoongi’s manager assured her that he was in good care, that she didn’t need to come back - that it was for better if she didn't show up in the hospital to combat potential rumours and negative publicity that the accident had brought Yoongi’s way. 

She stayed where she was - thousands of miles away and relied on the updates she got from Yoongi’s manager. 

It was fine - everything was fine - until it wasn’t. 

Once Inhye was out of Yoongi’s enchanting presence, she started to feel differently. She missed him, but not like the other times, not just his presence. She started craving his touches, his voice, his eyes on her, only on her. 

A year passed by with work and missing Yoongi - wanting to reach out to him but failing to do so without feeling guilty. 

Inhye never stopped blaming herself for his accident. 

It was only when she heard that Yoongi had a girlfriend, and they are dating for a year now - she lost it. 

It was jealousy that ate her up. 

Yoongi had multiple girlfriends throughout the span of a decade but not even one lasted for more than three months. And now this girlfriend, who also happened to be one of the doctors to treat him while he was bed-ridden after his accident, was with him for more than a year. 

The news didn’t sit well with Inhye - for what cause though, she hardly had any idea about. 

Declining the promotion she worked hard for, she landed in Korea and ran straight to Yoongi. He didn’t welcome her the way she thought he would. Not even when she confessed having feelings for him. 

Something had changed already. You changed him. And that was not something Inhye could allow so easily.

She started being constantly around him - always loitering around his condo, at his studio, inviting him to her apartment, asking him to cook for her. 

Her constant presence melted Yoongi just the way she had wanted. And then she met you. It was one of those days when Inhye planned to spend most of her waking hours at Yoongi’s residence. You came knocking down her plan. But when she saw you, she knew why Yoongi had been with you for so long. 

You were kind, beautiful and head over heels for Yoongi. 

She was jealous of you - not because you were Yoongi’s girlfriend but because you were able to feel for Yoongi in a way she never could. 

You deserved Yoongi’s love more than she did, she knew that but it was tough to give up what she just started to claim. 

She didn’t want to give Yoongi up for a second time in life. 

“Let’s take things slow. I don’t want to rush and fuck this up. We need to mend our friendship before anything else.” Yoongi had said, placing a hand on the top of hers. There was a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes, didn’t show his gums. 

Inhye smiled back, nodded in agreement but deep down she knew Yoongi's heart was somewhere else. If she wasn't wrong, then it was with you.  

After his break up with you, each day brought a new kind of low in her and Yoongi’s relationship. Yoongi got more and more distracted, he started to become more and more reluctant towards her presence. 

Inhye knew it was wrong to expect complete devotion from him since the breakup hadn’t even been a month but what they had was now less than a friendship. 

It hurt Inhye. It hurt her so much that she wanted to scream at him, that she wanted to point out that he had fallen out of love with her and fallen in love with you. 

But that would only increase the complications. So she stayed put, pretending to be fine, pretending to be happier than ever. 

“Did you know we were clicked together in Santorini?” Yoongi had asked her one day, eyes big with desperation. 

“I didn’t” Inhye lied. She in fact did. She was the one to confirm Yoongi’s presence to the paparazzi who clicked him with her. 

“They are spreading rumours now. Calling us a couple and stuff.” he carded a hand through his dark hair, raising different questions in Inhye’s mind. 

“What’s wrong with that? Aren’t we a couple? Or close to being one?” she had asked. 

“Maybe.” There was no trace of a smile on Yoongi’s face. 

There were only a handful of times when Inhye imagined how it would feel to kiss Yoongi on the lips. Whatever she imagined, it didn’t feel like this. 

Yoongi was completely stiff under her lips. It was as if she was kissing a block of ice or a metal bar kept under the winter sky. He tried to respond but failed. His lips trembled as if she was violently assaulting him with her affection. And then came the push. 

Her eyes widened, disbelief raided her senses, “Yoongi, what-”

“I need to use the washroom” he dashed away in record speed. 

And when he came back, dread was all that was visible on his face. 

“Inhye-ah, I don’t think I am ready.” Yoongi said the obvious, it didn’t shock Inhye, it hurt her regardless.  

“Ready for what?” she asked, faking confusion. 

“The relationship.” he sighed. 

“What? What are you even talking about? Didn’t you break up with Y/N to be with me? I thought you were ready enough then?” she let her voice raise a bit, so that it doesn’t tremble.  

“I am not so sure anymore. I need to… I need to figure certain things out, Inhye.”  

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” 

Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut, “I don’t- I don’t know” 

His apparent foolishness angered Inhye, “You better figure it out, Yoongi. Life is not going to wait for you.” She stood up to walk out, leaving Yoongi with his confusion and his questions. 

She cried all the way back to her home that night. 

A month of radio silence from Yoongi is not unusual, but this time it’s charged with unresolved tension. Inhye tried to let Yoongi go, to let him choose his way. However, she needs a conclusion too. 

And the need for a closure is what brings her here, at Yoongi’s door. 

She thinks of punching the door code, but it feels extremely invasive this time - a clear proof of how things changed between them. 

So she opts for the door-bell. However, that rings and rings, signifying Yoongi’s absence. But according to his manager, he wasn’t at the studio either. 

Just when Inhye decides to leave for the day, the elevator opens at the end of the corridor, Yoongi walks out with droopy shoulders and a clouded face - it looks as if he might start crying right away. 

He doesn’t even see her standing right there. 

“Yoongi” She calls, Yoongi looks up, meeting her eyes. 

“Inhye-ah” he takes a few steps towards her. His eyes are red, as if he had been crying for hours, “she has a boyfriend.” he mumbles. 

Inhye frowns, “what?”

“Y/N has a boyfriend. I- I lost her, Inhye. I lost her.” Yoongi breaks down, his shoulders shake violently as loud sobs make their way out of his lungs. 

Inhye rushes to hold him close, “Yoongi! Please calm down.” she rubs soothing circles on his back. 

“I lost her, I fucking lost her.” he cries and cries and cries. And right then Inhye realizes two things. 

One, Yoongi loves you much more than he loved her, much more than he ever realized himself. 

Two, she should have never come back to Korea. 

Also three, she needs to see you personally and apologize.

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