Yoongi and I exchanged incomprehensible glances, watching the clingy couple.

"So, she knew about me?" I asked in absolute dement. Top 10 anime betrayals.

"Um... What? Baby, you knew Jerry?" She tilted her head in confusion.

*Throws flower petals at Minho* Best brother ever.

"Yeah. She is my sister," he said. His hand reached the back of his neck as he gave her a crooked smile. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened dramatically. I fucking love dramatic people.

I leaned slightly closer to her ear, singing, "Travel with me. Don't you wanna run away~"

She leaned back and looked over me but just laughed later.

"What a pleasant surprise. Though I would probably kill him later but it's such wonderful news. My favourite author will be my sis in law!"

"Yeah babe," he leaned slightly to peck her cheek but she pinched his lips together making him look like Donald Duck.

"No kisses for you, for at least a week!" She reprimanded making me and Yoongi giggle.

"Ouch, that's harsh," Yoongi let out. There were a lot of people just watching us.

Some glances are fine, like that of admiration. But some are just like eye fucking my man as if he was their pizza, I wish I could pluck out their eyeballs and boil them in menstrual blood. Gross. Well, that's what they are.

"Gimme a minute guys, lemme talk to my duck first," she said, pulling him by his lips. I stan her.

I looked up at Yoongi with an amazed countenance and he had a similar one.

Well, this wasn't bad at all.

"So, let's go Miss Jarvis?" He asked.

"Yes Mr Min," I smiled.

But before we could, Suho approached us. His hands were jammed in his pant pockets and he gave us a very disgusting look.

"You got a nice one, Jee," he complimented.

"I know. Thanks," I replied, maintaining my smile.

"So, man!" He gently slapped Yoongi's stomach with the back of his hand as if he was elder.

"Suho! Respect!" I almost snapped but Yoongi held my hand, signalling the people watching us.

"Do you like my girl? I mean, she has a nice body. How is she?" He smirked.

Um... Thanks? That's not false. It's a fact.

I felt Yoongi's grip tighten on my hand, his jaw clenching. Please, Yoon, calm down.

"She's not your girl," he grunted through gritted teeth. Fuck. No. Yoongi, patience.

I saw a victory smirk dancing on Suho's face.

"Well um.. she is. I was her first. Right baby? She feels really good. I bet you're addicted and obsessed," he said.

Hah! You wish? I'll cut off your chilli pepper and put it in the museum for the smallest things that exist!

Yoongi knows that he is lying. I fucking lost my virginity to him! But still, his lips parted to speak something that I know would be ruled by the anger playing in his throat.

Before he could, I added, "Oh yeah."

Yoongi looked towards me, bewildered.

Don't worry, my love, I know this bastard since I was a kid.

"I cannot believe that time. You're so bad at it, really. You bleat like a sheep when you're near your high and you are not really appealing to the eye. Your form reminds me of Babidi from Dragonball. It's like you couldn't really please me with-"

"Shut the fuck up, Jee!" He snarled, his fists clenched by his side.

"Why? I remember the night, I mean it was such a horror-"

"Shut the fuck up, we never did it-" he stopped, his breathing caught in his throat.

I smirked and Yoongi stifled a laugh, "Well for an educated person, you really lack intellect. I hope you find your missing brain."

"He'll find it in prison," a voice came from behind.

We looked back at Woobin, in all glory, tall and buff in his uniform. I glanced at Yoongi but he looked equally fazed as me.

"Mr Lee Suho, we have a warrant against you for forgery and misinformation. You need to accompany us," he said and gestured for one of his subordinates to handcuff Suho.

I was not expecting this. The entire room was filled with murmurings. MiHi came behind him and walked towards us.

"Well, he could have got away with a fine but I cannot just let him go when he made my woman cry," Woobin passed making MiHi grin toothily.

"He made you cry? What? When? How?" I questioned.

"Before coming to you, I actually went to Suho. In hope that maybe he cancels the wedding. But he played a jerk and spilt some chapters I wasn't very comfortable with. So... You know," she muttered.

Yeah, I know how sensitive she is to certain topics. Everyone is.

"Well, he is a trashcan. What can we even expect?" Yoongi passed.

"But he really is!" I exclaimed.

"We know," Woobin said.

"I can prove it, really," I said on encountering their perplexed expressions. I moved ahead.

"Just watch," I said and escalated towards Suho who was standing out of the police van. I deliberately stepped on his toe with my heels causing his mouth to open wide to gasp just like a trashcan.

"I'm so sorry Mr Lee, it was totally unintentional," I said and ran back to my gang. They were laughing uncontrollable.

I am Yoongi's girlfriend of course.

"You're leaving now?" Woobin asked and Yoongi nodded.

"Okay then, meet you guys later," MiHi smiled.

"It was good wasn't it?" Yoongi asked and I nodded.

We walked hand in hand, contentment lingering in my chest. A sort of satisfaction, the way his fingers perfectly intertwine with mine. As a lonely wandering cloud, I finally found my place. I don't know what part of me is here and what part of me has died somewhere, I felt calm like after a catastrophe.

Or maybe not.

My vision landed on my parents, approaching me. My body trembled like a distracted herd when they meet the lion. A shiver, like that of cognizance, travelled down my spine. It's good that we were out of the public's eye now, at the private parking.

Examining my deteriorating condition, he tightened his grip on my hand but that didn't help. It felt like a vain dream... Vanished and we don't know-how.

"Jee," my mother called. Her voice was as if a clarion call and I immediately lost my grip on Yoongi's hands but he held them. Fuck, I hate myself.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs Park," Yoongi bowed and she smiled. Fake. Pretence. A mask.

"Nice to meet you too Mr Min," she responded. My father stood at her side and as usual, no words, no greetings. He looks more like the bodyguard of my mother.

"It was a very disappointing news young lady, as I hope you must be aware of," she remarked making me gulp slightly.

"We trusted you Jee and this is how you pay back to us? If you wanted to work, we did offer you the post of managing director in our firm."

But I didn't want that. I didn't want to be fettered in a job that trammels me.

She inhaled deeply, very deep, I could hear her inhaling.

"We'll talk about this at home. I hope I made this clear."

You don't make clear, you order. I am not your butler!

Yoongi thumb caressed my hand. I love him, I love him a lot. A lot. I closed my eyes shut, a wild fear lashing throughout my body. I could not name it, fear of what?

Fear of my parents? No.

Fear of my life? No.

Fear of love? No.

Then what was it that was holding me so firm that it had paralyzed my brain?

"Did I make this clear?" She repeated.

"Y-Yes," I fumbled and felt Yoongi's grip loosening from my hand. I looked up at him but he looked away. He sighed once and jammed his hands in his pant pockets.

Without any word, he turned his back on me. I saw him leaving me, I watched him walk away. Each step he took felt like he was stepping on my own self.

Please don't leave me Yoongi. Please. I request you. Please Stop. Don't vanish like the figments of a dream. You said you weren't a dream.

My breathing went heavy and I could feel nothing but blind terror. Yoongi please, I know I don't deserve you but don't walk away. But he did and I was stranded all over again, already feeling the chains all over my body, trapping my soul.

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