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"I don't know. We should just ask him when he came," another voice said.

"Yeah, you're right."

'That damn bitch,' I thought about my ex and became annoyed. I opened the door and walked to my seat. I sat down and everyone started crowding around me. I glared at all of them since I know they were about to ask me about my “girlfriend”. But they didn't care about the glare I gave them. They still standing around my table and ask me so many questions. They were like a moth drawn to a flame. They're the moths and I'm the flame.

'Weirdo.'

"Yoongi, I heard you got a new girlfriend. Is that true?" One of my classmates asked. I looked at him boringly like how a cat stare at someone that doesn't care about the person.

"Yeah, it's true," I lied with a poker face. Well, it's not really a lie since it's true I got a new girlfriend. Fake girlfriend though. I bet my eyes looked like a dead fish to them because I answered they're question with zero effort. Then suddenly one of them asked about something that made me quirked an eyebrow.

"Is she beautiful like Gayeon?"

"Of course, she is. She's even more beautiful than Gayeon," I answered, trying to look as bored as I can like before. But something made me a little bit uncomfortable when I answered that question, but I brushed it off.

"Eh, if you said it like that then it means you're lying. I mean, you looked like you answered that without thinking at all. Does that mean she's ugly? I mean Gayeon is the queen of this school. No one beats her. She's perfect. If she's not as beautiful as Gayeon, why would you date her?" my friend, Hanwoo asked as he laughed. The others laughed with him as well.

I got annoyed by what he said about Y/N. I don’t know why I got annoyed though. I mean she's not my real girlfriend so why should I care, right? Or maybe I got so engrossed in my roles as her boyfriend?

"What did you say just now? Like I said, she's more beautiful than Gayeon. Gayeon may be a queen in this school, but my girlfriend is an angel. Don't talk bad about her ever again or you gonna regret it," I said as I slam my desk while glaring at Hanwoo and the people who laugh at Y/N and went to the roof.

'I don't understand myself. Why I'm mad because of what he said? Why I got annoyed because of that? I don't have any feelings for her right? What is this feeling? There is no way I have such a thing for her. God damn it,' I thought, feeling confused at my own feelings. I decided to just skip class. I don't care about school anyway.

I was about to sleep but when I closed my eyes, I saw Y/N. She was smiling at me with that beautiful smile of her. Her hair got blew by the wind, her skin got illuminated by the sun, her beautiful eyes that glisten under the sun. She's beautiful. I immediately opened my eyes and shook my head.

'What the fuck? Did I just think about that girl? Damn, I must be crazy.'

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Author's POV

It's lunch time now and you were supposed to meet with Yoongi on the rooftop. You went to the roof with your lunch box. When you opened the door to the roof, you saw Yoongi was sleeping peacefully.

'Why is he sleeping here? Isn't it cold here? But he looks cute with his mouth open a little like that,' you sat down next to him while giggling quietly.

"Yoongi, wake up. Aren't you cold?" you tried to wake him up by shaking him softly. He groaned and opened his eyes.

"What?" he said with a raspy voice. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when you heard that raspy voice of his.

"Why are you sleeping here? And how can you sleep when you just wait for a while?" you asked him with a tilt of your head.

"I skipped class," he said in a monotone voice.

'So, he skipped class? That makes sense why he was sleeping here but still isn't it cold? I'm worried now,' this thought crossed your mind when Yoongi told you that he was sleeping on the rooftop.

"But Yoongi, you shouldn't sleep here even if you skip class, you know? What if you catch a cold?"

"Aish, you're like my mom. Okay, I won't do it again," he said while scratching his head.

"That's good to know. You know I'm just worried about you, right?" you said as you looked at him with puppy eyes. Yoongi looked at you and blushed but then he turned his face away, so you won't notice.

"I know so stop looking at me like that. You look weird and it made me feel awkward," he said while trying to cover half of his face with his hand. You just chuckled.

"Okay then. I'm sorry for making weird expression," you laughed. You knew he's not serious cause he said it with a soft tone not a cold tone.

You opened your lunch box and began eating. You offered some to Yoongi since you assumed he doesn't have any food with him. Yoongi just nodded and you feed him. Yoongi was surprised and blush a little, but he still ate the food.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" you asked as you munched on your food and feed Yoongi from time to time.

"You know about the fake girlfriend thing? Yeah, I want to talk about that," Yoongi said. You made an "O" with your mouth.

"Since we're going to act like we're dating because we need to prove Gayeon that she's wrong about me not moving on yet from her. But can you? Acting as my girlfriend, I mean," Yoongi asked as he raised an eyebrow. You looked at him and nodded.

"I think I can do that. I might be nervous though, but I don't think it's that hard especially I already have feeling for you, so I don't need to pretend to love you. The question is can you? You usually acted cold toward me making it seems like you don't like me at all," you said making him feel more guilty. Even though that’s not what you’re trying to do.

"About that, I'm sorry for treating you like trash all this time. I shouldn't have done that to you. You don't deserve that so once again I'm sorry. I hope you accept my apology," he apologized sincerely. He looked at you with guilt in his eyes, so you knew that he's being sincere. But still you were taken aback by his apology that your eyes went wide. Then you nodded your head and smiled.

"Apology accepted. I hope we can get to know each other better from now on. Let's be friends from now on," you grinned at him, and he smiled.

"Me too. I hope I can get to know you better now and I tried not to be cold toward you anymore."

Then you continue eating your food. You feed more food into Yoongi's mouth until it’s full. You looked at him and think that he's cute like a cute hamster with his mouth full like that. Yoongi looked at you with questioning look on his face.

"Nothing," you said trying to hold back your laughter, but you immediately laughed because you can’t hold it.

'You're so cute, Yoongi. But I won't tell you about it,' you thought, smiling at him.

Yoongi's POV

She's laughing and smiling at me, and I don't know why my heart skip a beat when I saw her smile.

'Oi heart, don't skip a beat because of her. She's just a friend, just a friend so stops beating so fast, idiot heart. I don't have any feeling towards her. Yup, I don't have any feeling toward her,' I thought to myself. But I guess my heart won't listen to me since it kept beating faster and faster whenever she's around me and I never knew since when my heart became like this around her.

'Then why you got mad at Hanwoo when he said that Y/N is ugly?' My heart said to me.

'It's because no one allowed to talk bad about her except me,' I said.

'Sure sure, keep denying that the fact you actually have feelings for her, idiot,' my heart said.

'Argh... Stop it! I don't have any feelings for her. She's just a friend. Period,' I said and unconsciously ruffled my hair in frustration.

"Yoongi, are you okay?" She suddenly said and I froze in place. I realized what I did and scratch my head in embarrassment but trying not to show it in front of her.

"What? Why are you asking?" I asked her as if I didn't know what she mean, even though that's a lie. She looked at me with a confused expression.

"Um, you ruffled your hair like you are frustrated. Are you okay?" She said as she tilted her head.

'Shit, this is because of you, heart. I blame you.'

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I smiled, trying to play it off.

"Oh okay. Just tell me if something bothering you, okay? I might be your fake girlfriend, but you can still talk to me," she said proudly. 'Cute.' I thought. Wait what? Did I just have that thought just now? You're crazy, Min Yoongi.

Author's POV

You still feel a bit confused because of Yoongi's behaviour but you just brushed it off. Suddenly someone came to the roof. You and Yoongi looked at who just came to the roof. When you and Yoongi saw who it was, you two sighed and Yoongi looked annoyed as hell.

"Aww the new couple is having a date on the roof. Am I bothering you two?" Gayeon said with that bitchy voice of her. Yoongi felt even more annoyed than before. He felt like he wants to punch Gayeon on the face for some unknown reason.

"Yes, you're bothering us so go away," Yoongi said to Gayeon with a cold tone.

"Don't be so cold, Yoongi. I've been trying to find you two," Gayeon said with that fake bitch voice. You even rolled your eyes when you heard Gayeon’s bitchy voice.

"Why you search for us? Do you need anything?" you asked, trying to be polite even though you just wanted to pull Gayeon’s hair.

"Oh no no, darling. I just want to invite you two to my birthday party tonight. Can you two come?" Gayeon asked.

"Um... I don't know. What time is it?" you asked.

"It's 7 o'clock," Gayeon said. You looked at Yoongi and Yoongi looked at you.

"Do you want to go?" you asked Yoongi.

"Sure, why not?" Yoongi said without thinking about it seriously. You just nodded your head and then looked at Gayeon. You told Gayeon that you will come to her birthday party. You didn’t want to go but since Yoongi said he wants to go so you think that it's best to go as well.

"Okay then, 7 o'clock and wear something nice. See you later," Gayeon said and then she left you and Yoongi alone again.

"I thought you would say no," you said.

"It's a good opportunity to show you off as my girlfriend. So, everyone knows I'm not lying about me having a girlfriend," Yoongi said as he shrugged his shoulders. Then he took the last bite of your lunch.

"Oh right. You have a good point there."

"I'll pick you up at 6," he said giving you your lunch box and a kiss on your forehead. You could feel your cheeks heating up from his action. Your heart beats so fast like a racing car.

"Bye, Y/N," he smirked when he saw you blushing. Then he went back to his class.

Yoongi had always looked at you like you're his only lifeline. He knows you are exactly that but he'd never tell that out loud for you to hear. You are what keeps him afloat every day in his tiring life and he's beyond grateful for your presence. And right now taking in the soft scent of your shampoo was what he needs the most.

His chin is tucked into the scarf to protect his face from the prickling cold. His nose is taking on a shade of red as it freezes on his face. Yoongi waits patiently at the doorstep, keeping his ears alert and listens to the shuffle of your feet. He can already imagine you wearing your fluffy mismatched sailor moon socks with his hoodie over your body. And when you open the door with the gentlest smile on your lips, he smirks internally to guessing your outfit right. At least part of it, because in addition to pajama set and his hoodie, there is a blanket wrapped around your form. You are scrunching the opening in your fist as you pull him into the warmth of your shared home.

He feels you watch him as he takes off his snow covered shoes and jacket and leave it at the rack buy the entrance. And the second after, he's pouncing onto you to draw you into his arms. You laugh gleefully, freeing your arms from where it's trapped between the two of you. You open the blanket, taking him in and closing it around his back. You stand there for a good few seconds, arms around his neck and nose in his hair and swaddled up in an embrace.

"You good?" You ask, head tilting to the side innocently as you pull away. Yoongi swears his heart stops for the millionth time since he's met you.

"Dayeon-ie isn't the good girl we think she is." He laughs, hands tightly wrapping around your waist.

Dayeon was Namjoon and Seokjin's daughter who they had adopted 3 years ago when she was 4 months old. After multiple visits to the adoption centre, they had grown attached to her and decided that she was the one they had been missing their whole lives.

"She gave you too much trouble?" You ask, endeared by the soft expression that has taken over his face.

"A little. She kept hiding the manuals and nails for the furniture all over the place." He laughs, eyes unfocussed as he recalls the events of his day.

Yoongi was an interior designer by profession. And his friends (who were also yours) who hadn't had the slightest idea about putting together the furniture for their little one's bedroom, asked Yoongi for his help.

“Well, go freshen up before our dinner goes cold.” you usher, fully pulling away from the embrace.

After he lazily drags himself to your bathroom and comes back dressed warmly, you are already waiting for him at the dining table with your laptop placed there with your netflix account open.

“What should we watch today?” you ask, the pointer hovering over Despicable Me. He smiles, pointing at the little icon of the movie he’s sure you are dying to rewatch. You think you’re cheeky. Casually dropping in and talking about some scenes from the movie and often doodling Minions on the papers lying around the house. But he knows you like the back of his hand.

Yoongi still doesn’t understand why you won’t just tell him when you want to watch something. Maybe you don’t want to force him into watching something he doesn’t like. But he always picked up on the hints and indulged you.

Dinner goes by quick, filled with your smiles and giggles. He's happy even if your attention is on Gru and his minions. He loves how much you love animations and respect it makers. He seen you make animations of your own for your art blog. Seen you take tons of time to make a small animation for a commission. It was what made him gain that immense respect he has for animators. From watching you work as hard as you do for a 10 second clip.

Soon enough the two of you are making your way into the bedroom and cuddling under thicker sheets. You face Yoongi, his arm loosely draped over your body while one of yours entangles in his hair and the other boops his little nose. He scrunches it when the urge to kiss him there washes over you.

"Dayeon's face just won't leave my brain." He whispers into the stillness of your apartment. You look at him with your large doe eyes.

"She's all grown up now." He says, his lips lilting up in a soft smile before continuing. "She apparently forced the guys to let her pierce her ears so she could wear the earrings Jungkook gifted her for her birthday."

"Her hair has grown out too. Walks around with her ponytails swaying at each step." He's laughing at the memory of her running to him with the manual she had hidden with a pout. And when he'd kissed her plump cheek, she had run away to hide behind Namjoon's leg and giggled at him.

Your heart melts at what he says and you pull him in by his neck to attach your mouths. You slide your lips over his, kissing him like you were deprived of his essence since forever. With a whisper of 'I love you so much' you pull away.

"How many kids do you want, my love?" You ask.

"Seven." He replies without missing a beat as if he had prepared for it. Your eyes bulge out in something that is a mix between surprise and horror.

"Seven?! Do guys really think it's that easy to give birth?"

"You don't have to give birth to them all. We can adopt after whenever you decide to stop. There's so many kids who wish for a home." Your heart swells in your chest at what he had just said.

"Ahh Min Yoongi. How could anyone not fall in love with you?" You dramatically sigh, clutching the fabric at your chest and falling deeper onto the pillow.

"How many does my sweetheart want?" He asks with the honey sweet gummy smile engrained on his face.

"Three. Two girls and a boy."

You have always imagined yourself in your future that way. The two of you and your three kids in a house somewhere between the city and the countryside. Maybe a cat too because you love the animal too much.

Yoongi gently takes you hand in his, thumb caressing the ring on your finger. The same ring he put there a month ago when got on one knee at your favourite restaurant and asked you if you would marry him. He smiles in the way he usually does when he feels like he loves you so much he doesn't know how to contain it all. The blush that creeps up your cheeks and heats up both of your faces doesn't go unnoticed.

All through college, with only one company to work for in mind, it seemed appropriate to remark that Jiha's career was her life. The woman's dedication to her work, however, was both concerning and admirable. It wasn't a rare occasion to see her camping out in her office far later than business hours to finish such meticulous work that even Jimin didn't expect her to do. Hell, the woman had spent way too long securing her position at the company to even think about friends, let alone boyfriends.

Ah, boyfriends.

Needless to say, Jiha was far from even knowing what having a man felt like. If anything, her bed probably laughed at how frequently her back was slumped over her work desk. It’s not like she had a man to do that.

With her head constantly facing textbooks and whiteboards all through highschool and college, much like Jimin, her time to be pushed out into the real world came painfully soon. With a double degree in hand, her head turned only towards the prestigious company Jimin was soon to lead, off she set, her hard work landing her a senior position almost instantly. But while her extensive calibre gave her a hefty bank account and nice home, who did she have to share those luxuries with?

If the woman had to admit, nothing in her life screamed scandalous: her social media was a display of how perfect her company was, her closet consisted of work clothes and fancy suits, and for crying out loud, where was the romance? While she held a stable job and an even more stable income, when had the woman ever stepped foot into a nightclub? She couldn't even remember the last time she had been on a date, because there was no first time. She had always been single.

Yet, not even a few seconds passed as the woman had received a notification claiming that miny.xxngi had liked her most recent photo posted, as well as sent a text through her direct messages.

YOONGI h͏e͏y ͏b͏e͏a͏u͏t͏i͏f͏u͏l.

She raised an eyebrow upwards comically, the mother of confusion hitting her hard as she stared blankly at her screen. Beautiful? Did she even know this man?

Tapping the man's profile picture, her eyes widened. Surely, he had to be a catfish. Disney prince men like this don’t come by every day. Scrolling through his feed only left her all the more intrigued, his various shades of dyed hair over the last couple of months combined with the occasional appearance of his arm tattoos drawing her in all the more. And clearly, she wasn’t the only one who thought he was drop-dead gorgeous. Various men and women from all backgrounds didn’t shy away from letting him know just how they felt about his hands, adorned in only the hottest silver rings and black, chipped nail polish. Those veiny hands that would look good doing just about anything.

She had to let out a squeal. Who wouldn’t?

He thought she was beautiful? His recent post sporting jet-black hair with nothing but a pair of dark silk boxers had her breaking out in an undeniable cold sweat, the deep v-line at the end of his torso only allowing anyone to just imagine.

For crying out loud, the man's abs were on full display.

“God, I am not your strongest soldier,” she muttered, admittedly swooning a little too hard at the pixelated Greek god on her screen.

Deciding to reply to the man's text, she swiped back to her direct messages, tapping on his unusual username before typing out a short but simple message.

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JIHA who are you?

YOONGI min yoongi, and yourself, sweetheart?

JIHA have we met before?

YOONGI no, but I'd love to, sweet cheeks.

YOONGI you still there?

JIHA i'm here.

YOONGI i was starting to think you had fallen asleep, sweet.

JIHA me? oh no, i don't usually fall asleep until much later.

YOONGI doing what, princess ;) ?

JIHA nothing you'd ever be a part of.

YOONGI how cute. i always preferred my women a little on the feisty side.

JIHA who said i was interested in you anyway?

YOONGI your fast replies and desperate texts beg to differ.

[jiji has read your message at 22:21]

YOONGI i was only joking, babe.

JIHA you're such a flirt, yoongi, ew.

YOONGI glad you remember my name, you'll be screaming it soon.

YOONGI and can you even blame me? 

JIHA pervert.

YOONGI oh, i'm just SO hurt.

JIHA you're the biggest jerk i've ever met, wtf.

YOONGI glad you're well-acquainted with my size, sweetheart.

JIHA what an original sex joke, yoongi...

YOONGI joke? please, baby, it's a joke you're not in bed with me by now.

JIHA dude!

YOONGI nice practice, keep up the screaming for me?

JIHA goodnight.

JIHA for the love of all that's good and safe in the world.

YOONGI go to sleep now before i keep you up.

JIHA wow, you care?

The click-clacking of footsteps was heard as a man retreated down the airport lounge. The sphere of confidence that enveloped his form rustled the wind.

People took a minute of their time to admire this superior man. Their eyes sparkled in admiration, their jaw wide open in awe, drooling over his guise. He never spared a minute to the others gawking at him being engrossed in a call.

"I am back. You've heard that right," he says as he chuckles. Low muffles were heard from the other side as the smile never left the man's face.

"Your sister, huh? Why haven't I learned about her before?"

"You never asked," he mocks the caller.

"Fine, fine. Stop whining," he says faking a sigh and continues, "I'll see what I can do."

The man walks to the exit of the airport. Just as he could walk out a girl storms in, and bumps into him. Known for his sudden bursts of anger, he was ready to unleash it. But as soon as he saw the girl, no words made their way out.

Her apology was left unheard, with the man dazzled by her beauty. His eyes never fluttered once, lost in hers. The moment was dramatic and slow. Somehow his heart thumped soulfully as it had never before. This was a new, uncommon feeling for him.

Everything inside him went haywire. The phone call was forgotten, and the girl was long gone.

He sees his driver holding his name placard and passes his suitcase to him.

The others at the airport sigh in grief to have to see the handsome man leave the airport. But their poor hearts were satisfied with the scene at the same time.

"I'll talk to you later, Kook. Let me know how the partnership with the Hwangs' go."

The call abruptly ends with the man now sitting in the car.

"To the Kim Corp please," he says as the driver nods with a tiny bow.

Her image, her silhouette never dared to leave his mind. The impression was created. It was now, her place to fill.

The girl at the airport.

She ran and ran to her heart's mind. To find her place of solace and integrity. Her wait never ended. The promise seemed fleeting like her convictions. He never came back to her, her brother. The only blood relative that worshipped her like a swan.

She became a colourless swan with her grace hidden, shattering her for yearning love. She was a new bud desiring to bloom, to seek her freedom.

"Jungkook, when are you coming back?" she mutters in her lower register as she sighs.

Ever since the day she heard that her brother left Seoul, she visited the nearest airport in hopes of seeing him again.

And the hope never diminished for it's already been four years since he had left. She was waiting and enduring for the one who could support and care for her once again.

Her phone rings as she picks the call and immediately the caller yells at her.

"I'll be home soon, mothe-" the call ended even before the girl could reply.

She was used to this. Being treated like a human without feelings. Tossed around everywhere barely even considering her and the life she was supposed to be living.

Here she was, taking a cab home when her family was one of the richest in the country.

Unfortunately for the girl, she had to become a part of an uncultured, worthless family. She tried her best to become one with them but to no avail.

She could never become one of them.

'Was that the reason her brother left home?' she had always wondered.

Jeon Jungkook left, Jeon Jiyeon remained.

Jeon Jiyeon was used for the Jeon Family's benefits. She did everything to help them, but that wasn't enough. It could never be enough.

As she steps foot into the mansion-like house, many luxurious cars welcomed her sight. Before she could walk into the main hall of the house, a hand pulls her roughly as she inhaled in pain. Without any comments, Jiyeon was thrown into a room.

"Get dressed and come down fast. It's important," said another girl.

Jiyeon huffed and got up. She found a beautiful pink gown in the room. Never had she worn such a beautiful dress and thereby she was hesitant to even be charmed by it.

Her plight was the same as Snow White. The very Snow White who had accepted the poisoned apple. Everything about the pink dress made her feel glum. She was nervous.

Deciding to throw her thoughts aside, she wore the dress. There was something planned by her family and she was chosen as the bait.

A knock was heard and before she could reply, two women walked in with a bag.

An answer was given, which dissipated the curiosity on Jiyeon's face.

"Please have a seat, Miss Jeon. We are here to get you dolled up."

Jiyeon was surprisingly calm as she let the women do whatever they had come for.

The whole time, the girl just stared at her reflection in the mirror with her eyes clouded with thoughts.

Every time she dressed up was for her family, never for herself. 'How beautiful,' she thinks. 'If only I had the power to make choices,' she wondered.

"I guess makeup does make people less ugly," says the very girl who pushed her into the room a while back. "You may all leave," she continues as the two women bowed and left the room.

"What's it this time Jiyoung?"

It took so much in Jiyeon to talk to Jiyoung, her elder sister. The main reason being, her sister's hatred towards her. Jiyoung was favoured by the Jeon Family so naturally, the other was shunned. So much for being siblings.

"Oh, there's something good waiting for you. I'll not be a spoilsport this once and let you see for yourself," says Jiyoung as she walks out of the room.

'I can do this. I've been through worse. This wouldn't be that bad, would it?'

The luxurious cars didn't give her the greatest of the vibes. Jiyoung being cryptic and scheming made chills crawl down her spine.

Jiyeon tries to calm herself, her chest heaving hurriedly as she stealthily walks to the main hall.

"Oh, honey! You are here. Come on fast, the guests are waiting."

Her eyes widen in surprise as her mother hugs her. As long as her memories serve her right, she doesn't remember the last time her mother hugged her, let even spoke to her kindly.

And it all became normal after her mother's next few words were said.

"You better behave and agree to everything that will happen from here on forth. You have no say in it, understand?"

She takes her hand and pulls her towards the others sitting in the hall. Jiyeon knew who they were.

"My daughter! Come here, come here," called her father as she walked up to him.

Jiyeon, being clueless looks around and takes in the surrounding.

'What were they doing in here?' Jiyeon was as confused as she could be and the environment felt bizarre.

"It's your engagement party!"