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"Who?"

"YOUNG SORA, daughter of owners of Young Realty. The most gorgeous woman alive," Jungkook preaches to his uninterested friends lounging about on the couch, both trying to swivel their heads around the exasperated man as they play a video game. Jungkook sighs in frustration and walks toward the PS4, taking one last look at his distracted friends before pushing the power button.

"WHAT THE FUCK JK!" Hoseok springs up from his seat dramatically.

Jimin scowls before tossing the controller to the side and sinking back into the leather couch. "Are you happy now?"

"Yes," Jungkook dodges Hoseok's attempt to swing at him, "you guys have to listen to meeeuhhh."

"Listen to this!" Hoseok swings again, this time barely grazing Jungkook's shoulder as the younger jumps over the couch in defense.

"Stop, stop, stop," he holds his hands out in defense while a fuming Hoseok rolls his eyes, "I just wanted your attention!"

"What is so damn important, fetus!" Hoseok sinks into the couch as a signal of defeat. Tentatively, Jungkook returns to his position in front of the T.V. and shoots both men a nervous grin, to which they both return with a scoff.

"Well," he claps enthusiastically, "as I was saying, I have been in love with Young Sora since she took my virginity when I was 17. Which is why-"

"WAIT," Hoseok interrupts, "you lost your virginity when you were 17?!"

Both men howl in laughter and Jungkook pouts while his cheeks flush a bright shade of pink, "sh-shut up! Let me-"

"I'm gay and I even lost it before you!" Jimin pipes, removing his glasses to wipe away imaginary tears.

"SHUT IT!" Jungkook yells, "just listen. Her parents-"

The sound of the apartment door flying open causes all three to whirl their heads around. Taehyung hastily pokes his head inside with a face of pure disgust.

"Fuck guys, does your neighbor have a dog?" He yells from his spot just outside the doorframe.

"Yeah, why?" Jimin yells back.

"I think I just stepped in shit." He scrapes his shoe against the small fence and Hoseok springs up once again.

"That's it, I'm gonna complain." He walks over to the refrigerator door where the landlord's phone number is conveniently written and begins to dial the number, ready to channel his stifled anger into the complaints about the new neighbor's untrained labradoodle.

"JUST TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF AND GET INSIDE," Jungkook screams, fed up with the interruptions, "AND HOSEOK SIT DOWN THIS INSTANT OR I SWEAR TO GOD-"

"JK chill," Taehyung strides inside and plops down next to Jimin, happily waving his now bare feet around.

Jungkook exhales, "okay," he claps, "let's do this again. Young Sora, the love of my life who I thought I had lost forever when she moved away for college, has returned and if her parents haven't changed I know for a fact they will be hosting their extravagant mother's day party soon."

"The fuck does that have to do with us?" Hoseok asks.

"This party is elegant shmelegant, you know the whole expensive ass china teacups and six spoons next to your plate type of thing and-"

"Get to the point, JK," Jimin monotonously says.

"I need you guys to come with me. You know, butter me up and make me look good for Sora's parents. I would ask just Taehyung since he's the only reason I met her, but he's probably going to bring Y/N and he'll be a complete outcast to their family if he does-"

"Actually, I wasn't even planning on going this year," Taehyung says and Jungkook visibly deflates.

"Come on man, I was just kidding about the whole outcast thing," he pleads, "you gotta come, Mrs. Young loves you."

"Why would Tae be outcasted for bringing Y/N?" Hoseok arches a brow.

"Cause she's not rich. Plus Tae's dad already has him fixed to marry some other girl," Jungkook casually says.

"What the fuck, Taehyung? This sounds like the plot of some bad fanfiction," Jimin turns wide eyed to a flustered Taehyung.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. He's already told his dad the truth anyways, right Taehyung?" All three now turn their heads to Taehyung who stares out the window. "You have told him, right?" Jungkook runs a hand through his coffee hair.

As much pleasure it would give Taehyung to witness his father have a heart attack at the news that he has found you and will present you to the snobby people he has lived his entire life around, a part of him did not wish to put you in any uncomfortable position, especially so soon.

"I...may have mentioned it," he mutters and Jungkook drags his cheeks down in frustration.

"I wonder if I can get new friends by mother's day."

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"I need new friends," your father announces as he stares up at the ceiling while you fluff his pillow.

"Is that what you're thinking about, old man," you smile and he rolls over to face you.

"Mhmm." You watch his eyes crinkle into half-moons of deep brown, "I mean like friends my age."

"Hmmm," you begin to gather his empty dishes and set them on the tray, "don't know too many 80 year olds who like to play video games as much as you do."

He gasps before lightly hitting your shoulder. "I'm nowhere near 80. In fact, 47 has never looked so good."

You balance the tray in your arms as you stand up, "tell that to the bald spot on your head."

You exit his room, giggling as you hear him hastily reach for the hand mirror on his nightstand. After rinsing the dirty dishes, you decide to take advantage of your free day and rummage through the fridge to make a list of groceries needed. Living with a teenage boy and a constantly hungry adult male made for constant grocery runs.

"Daddy, I'm going to the store. Wanna come," you shout from the living room.

"NO, I'm watching Money Heist," he yells back.

"You've watched it three times already," you laugh.

"I can't help that I am in love with Nairobi," he pretends to whimper and you shake your head before opening the door.

"Shit," you stumble back when you almost crash into the broad chest of Namjoon, arm raised in a position to knock on the door.

"Sorry, I was just about to knock." You look up to meet his smiling face as he sports a simple black beanie and you cannot fight to return the smile back.

"It's alright, I was just about to go to the store. Wanna come?"

"S-sure. I'll drive."

You both walk over to his gigantic truck and you sigh at the thought of the amount of physical exertion it will require to hoist yourself up into the vehicle. "Namjoon, can we just take my car?"

"What, why?" He cracks the passenger door open and you eye the daunting steps in horror. His eyes bounce from yours to the steps and he chuckles. "Come on, Y/N. It's not that bad."

"I told you not to get this thing," you grumble, balancing one leg on the bottom step as you prepare for takeoff. Suddenly you feel a pair of large hands grip your waist and easily push you up onto the leather seats. Before you can even shoot the man a look, the door slams and you see Namjoon jogging around the hood of the truck, snickering like a toddler. The lingering heat of where his fingers met your skin for some reason makes you think of Taehyung, and you feel a bit uneasy.

It's just Namjoon.

Upon your arrival to the grocery store, you had already formulated a well constructed plan with the man to ensure you both leave the store as quickly as possible. While you pick out the produce, he is on the other side of the store gathering your essential cold products like milk, eggs, and a tub of rocky road ice cream, which isn't specifically on the list but he knows it's crucial to your survival. He insists that you two meet in the middle of the snack aisle afterwards since he cockily pointed out that you had written the wrong ones on your list and then proceeded to tease that he knew your own family more than you did.

Which is why you are now scrutinizing every bag of potato chips in sight as you search for the barbecue ones you know for a fact Juni loves. The sound of items being dropped into your shopping cart catches your attention and you feel Namjoon ruffling your hair before snatching a bag of lime flavored chips off the shelf and tossing it into the cart.

"I'm not paying for your snacks," you huff, mimicking his snatching and tossing in the barbecue chips.

"These aren't for me, they're for Juni."

"Yeah whatever," you begin to put the lime flavored chips back on the shelf, "Juni has liked barbecue chips since he could talk and he goes through like 3 family sized bags a week. I know my brother."

Slowly pushing the cart further down the aisle you smile victoriously at the lack of retort from your friend.

"Juni, what are your favorite chips?" You whirl around just to be met with the sight of Namjoon holding his phone to his ear. He meets your eyes and smirks, "hold on." He presses the speakerphone button and leans it towards you, "say that again, Jun."

"Lime chips."

You tilt your head back and groan, your annoyance further fueled by the sound of Namjoon's smug laugh.

"Okay fine," you push the cart towards him and before the corner can hit his groin, he catches it. "Do me then."

He blinks at you and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he gulps. The realization of what you just said finally hits you and you laugh. "You know what I mean."

His nervous expression fades back into a smile as he begins to stroll down the aisle with you in close pursuit.

"Hmm let's see," he stops in front of the candy section and he scans over the various sweets. You purse your lips in an effort to suppress your smile as you know there is hardly any candy you like except...

"Watermelon SourPatches and KitKats."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you walk off and  plant yourself right in front of the cracker section, awaiting Namjoon's assessment. He taps his chin and hums apprehensively, "Too easy." Grabbing a box of Cheez-Its and rainbow Goldfish, he turns to you, dimples on full display.

"Okay," you throw your hands up in the air in defeat, "you know us better than I do. You proved your point."

"I know. Who do you think shopped for you guys when you were still a kid." He ruffles your hair again and you slap his hand away.

"I wasn't a kid. I was 15. An adolescent woman."

He rolls his eyes, a hint of adoration in them if you bothered to look closely enough.

"Hey, I forgot to ask. Why'd you come over earlier?" He stops the cart as you both begin to wait in line.

"Oh um..." Suddenly remembering his brother's stupid speech, he rubs the back of his neck before meeting your eyes. "I owe you an apology."

You scrunch your nose. "An apology? For what?"

"I didn't know you hadn't labeled your relationship with that guy yet and it wasn't my place to tell you how he presented himself. I know it led to some miscommunications between you two," he begins to load the items onto the conveyor belt. "So, I'm sorry."

"Ah Namjoon," you pat his back, "you're a good guy. But don't worry about it, you didn't know. Plus Taehyung and I are fine."

Somehow the good news manages to make Namjoon's heart sink to his stomach and he frowns a bit as he loads the last items on. "That's really great, Y/N." You fail to catch the bitterness laced in his tone as you reach into your wallet for your card.

"I like him a lot. He's really funny and we just click, you know."

Your words are like salt being poured on his wounded pride. Jin was right. You wouldn't wait around for him forever.

But Taehyung wouldn't last forever either, right? Sooner or later something was bound to come up, and he would be there to provide you with the comfort you'd need. The thought eases his raging mind at least for the time being.

Swiping your card, you politely smile at the old woman at the register as Namjoon begins to bag the items.

She hands you your receipt with a sweet grin. "You two make such a beautiful couple, it's so refreshing to see young love."

Namjoon's eyes widen as a bag slips out of his grasp, causing a bag of lemons to spill all over the floor. You giggle as you watch him feverishly chase after them before turning back to the woman. "He's just my very clumsy friend."

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Taehyung wishes he could relish in the comfort of his friends instead of walking down the eerily familiar hallway. Without bothering to knock, he barges into the office. With a phone held up to his ear, his father stares at his son's urgent expression and sighs.

"I'll call you back." The phone clicks and his deep eyes glaze over Taehyung's anxious demeanor. His eyes bounce around the room, in any attempt to avert his father's piercing ones. He begins to search for anything to distract both him and his father, and settles on centering a glass vase set up on a table nearby.

"What do you want?" The blunt question startles him, making him jump. He sends a small smile before immediately wiping it off his face when his father's eyebrows jump.

He rarely smiles around his father.

"Sit down."

Taehyung scurries to the seat in front of his father's desk.

Mr. Kim exhales in aggravation. "You're here willingly, so either you're out of money or you've finally decided to embrace my glorious company."

"Neither. I came to talk to you about something."

"Talk then." Mr. Kim scowls, the sound itself enough to make Taehyung gulp.

"The annual Young Mother's Day celebration is coming up, right?" He licks his lips, pausing momentarily to glance at his father's fingers impatiently drumming the desk. "I assume, we're going as usual?"

"What is this about, Taehyung?"

"I asume the Parks will be attending as well," he lifts his head to stare directly into his father's eyes. "I assume Jia will be there."

A malicious smile grows on Mr. Kim's lips as he leans forward. "I'm glad you're thinking about Park Jia. I've been thinking it's about time we begin to talk about your marriage-"

"I'm not marrying Park Jia." Taehyung interrupts. Mr. Kim's lips form a straight line, his eyes drilling holes into his son making the hairs on his neck stand up. "I told you this when you first proposed the idea to me 4 years ago. I won't do it-"

"You thought that was a proposal?" He scoffs, abruptly standing from his seat and knocking down a few trinkets on his desk in the process. He strolls over to large window replacing one of the walls in his office and scans the gorgeous view of a bustling Seoul. "That's just it with you isn't it? You assume everything I demand from you is optional?"

"It's my choice-"

"Nothing is your choice. Not as long as I support you. You will propose to Jia at the celebration and you will marry her by the following month." His voice is stern and never wavers. Taehyung feels as if flames are engulfing his throat from the anger as he bites his lip in an effort to not completely lose his mind in front of the man. The man who has tried to control each and every aspect of his life since he was 6 years old.

"I will not marry Jia," he says through gritted teeth. "I simply came to tell you that I will be bringing someone else to the party. Someone I have been seeing."

Mr. Kim whirls his head around and stares at his son in disbelief. Suddenly he breaks out into a laugh. An evil laugh. The type of laugh that could make a baby cry, and Taehyung was not too far from doing so.

"Bring her." His lips smile but his eyes sparkle with wickedness. "I'm sure we'd all love to meet her."

At that, Taehyung storms off to the door. Just as he is reaching for the door knob Mr. Kim speaks. "Taehyung." He turns and is met with the same sinister grin he remembers from the night he walked into the kitchen upon hearing the slamming of a door as his mother left just to be met with it plastered on his father's face as he sat at the table. And he utters the same words to him as he did that night.

"I love you."

Taehyung slams the door.

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Namjoon slams on the breaks and you choke on a goldfish as your seatbelt strangles you.

"Jesus Namjoon," you cough, "thanks for trying to murder me."

"Sorry," he squints at the blurry windshield, "this rain really came out of nowhere."

"Thats no excuse for almost running a red light," you smack his chest.

"Aish, brat," he shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. Your eyes glaze the raindrops feverishly splatting on the windshield as you pull into your driveway.

As you click your seatbelt off you turn to Namjoon, "wait here. I'll get an umbrella and then we'll start putting the groceries inside."

He nods and you zip up your jacket, bracing yourself for the merciless weather that awaits. You sprint up the stairs of your porch and begin to unlock your door when you hear a weak voice call out to you.

"Y/N?"

Taehyung sits on the bench, his face buried in his hands. When he looks up, your lips part at the sight of his shaggy hair and bloodshot eyes. His foot taps relentlessly, visibly shaking with anger. He looks awful.

"Tae?" You manage to breathe out, cautiously approaching him despite every bone in your body telling you not to.

"What are you doing with him?"

The wood creaks and you turn to be met with Namjoon carrying a couple bags of groceries in his arms, wearing the same cautious expression you are. You look back and now Taehyung's eyes resemble those of a dragon and you swear you can see smoke coming from his nose.

"We just went to the grocery store together," you narrow your eyes as he stands up. His form towers over yours, intimidatingly so, yet you refuse to cower in his presence.

Namjoon sees how he subtly tries to size you up and he can't fight the scoff that leaves his lips. Even through the booming sound of raindrops slapping cement, Taehyung does not fail to catch the sound and now he directs his heart wrenching gaze on him.

"The fuck are you doing hanging around here all the time. Don't you have your own family to deal with?" Taehyung spits.

"Worry about yourself. And just so you know, real men don't try to size up their own girlfriends," Namjoon sets the bags on the floor as Taehyung approaches him.

You try to wiggle in between the two now chest to chest, but it just reminds Taehyung that you are still there. "So, maybe I should get this clown's number since when I need you and you don't answer it's because you're with him, right?"

"What?" You scoff and dig into your back pocket for your phone. It fails to turn on and you shake your head, "it was just dead. I'm sorry I didn't get your calls."

"Yeah whatever. I don't know why I thought I could ever believe someone like you. You're all the same."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"I can't believe I thought you were different, but you're just like any every other girl I've fucked."

Your heart feels as if it has been yanked out of your chest. You've never seen him look at you in such disgust and dismissal. You feel so small under his gaze. And then he does it.

He turns his back to you.

And the scene is just too familiar to go unnoticed.

"Please leave." You say without a hint of empathy.

"What?" He turns back to you, searching your eyes for any hint of the sparkle he remembers adoring whenever you looked at him. There is nothing there, though, and he can almost hear his heart crack. "Fine."

And with that, he shoves Namjoon out of the way before walking back down the steps. His fists are shoved into the pockets of his jacket as he allows the rain to drench his ebony hair. You both watch until his silhouette fades into the natural grey tint casted upon by the sky. A small voice in the back of your mind urges you to run after him and talk everything out and maybe even kiss in the rain in some cliche Hollywood romance movie gesture. But you know why you don't.

Because it is that same voice that warned you about the cold person he could be as you witnessed the night you officially met him.

As you told him.

He isn't boyfriend material.