(Yoongi's POV)

"Did you speak with the producers?" I ask.

"Good news Yoongi. They liked the sample a lot. They want you to write the lyrics by tomorrow afternoon. Sounds good?" He smiles, glancing at me reassuringly.

"Yeah. Should be easy enough." I chuckle, taking a seat in front of the old man before me. He stands up, circling around his desk before slapping a meaty hand on my shoulder.

"Write from your heart. It's about time fans saw who you really are." He grins, eyes squinting slightly. I nod, gulping hard out of anxiety.

"I have faith in you Yoongi. I'll meet you tomorrow evening." With that, PD him exits the room, leaving me alone in his plain looking office.

~~~

With a sharp breath of air, I take out my notepad, placing it in front of me with a heart heavy with regret. Staring sadly at the stupid book in front of me, I rip a piece of paper from its metal rings, tossing it into the nearby bin.

What am I supposed to do now? 

I don't even feel guilty.

The memories begin to appear. So familiar yet so far away... 

My slender fingers fall onto the dusty keys, forcing an ugly whimper from the ancient piano. A sad grin pops onto my face, a chill running down my spine as the memories of her haunted me.  

Her plump crimson coloured lips, against mine, frozen. The heat of her of hot breath against mine, fanning across my lips. Her small figure, sinking into mine, fingers gently tugging my sleeve in desperation. 

I laugh out loud, throwing my pen against the room and crumpling another blank paper which stared at me mockingly. A sigh escapes my lips as I run a hand through my bleached hair. 

"Heh," An irritated smile pulls across my lips. "this is harder than I thought." I mumble, staring down once again at the blank piece of paper. 

Her eyelashes fluttering open nervously as she stared at me, cheeks dyed a brilliant rouge as my lips parted from hers. She glances down at my hand which refused to leave her chin. My mind dizzy from her touch, like that of a virgin lips' first taste of wine. My senses, delayed due to her intoxicating scent. Like a fool, I stare at her quietly. 
"Don't get he wrong idea. I just wanted to help." 

I laugh sarcastically at the stupid which clinged to me. 

"I just wanted to help" my ass. Ha...

I sigh. What on earth happened to me? 

Since when did I become this way? 

Puzzled, my brows knit in confusion, gaze turning to the only source that helped me with my problems; the piano. A soft smile tugs my lips as I clutch my fist, knuckles turning ashen white. 

I did it because I wanted to... 

I kissed Y/N because.... 

Because... 

I feel my face grow red with intense heat. 

Because I love her... 

Suddenly, the ideas came quickly and I found myself writing quicker than I ever had before. The words and memories twisting together creating this epic tale which unfolded on my paper minute by minute. 

A kind smile on my face as I stare down at the girl slumped over in tears, covering her face in attempt to hide the ugly sobs that pierced my ears. I offer and hand, along with my umbrella, smiling kindly at her in pity. 

Her head resting on my shoulder in the dark of the dimly lit theater, soft yet deep breaths of slumber releasing from her lips. A small smile crawling up my face as the warmth from her touch spreads throughout my chest. 

The beautiful smile on her face as she shouted my name in the sea of fans without a care in the world. "Hwaiting Suga!!!" 

The sighs of frustration escaping your lips as you vent about the boy who I envied so much. Yet what could I expected? You didn't know my feelings. I wore a fake smile, nodding, giving you advice. My heart aching terribly as I saw the ways your eyes twinkled when taking about him.

My shaky breaths of pain fills the room, as I place my pencil down, Y/N's laughter sounding my ears.

You're so much better with me. 

I wish you could see that Y/N... 

Tears blur my vision as I stare at the ceiling aimlessly, a pit of regret in my stomach. 

Perhaps things could've been different if we had met sooner...

Y/N. 

~~~ 

A smile of relief plays across my lips as I hold up the newly written lyrics in the air proudly. My heart pounding happily even at the mere thought of this great confession. 

"I'm happy." I sigh, mind turning to the girl I longed to run to and embrace for the rest of eternity. 

Nothing more than the thought of confessing my longly suppressed feelings seemed more pleasing. I'm now getting the much needed weight of my chest that was long overdue and now I had the opportunity shining in front of me. 

Holding the CD before me, my fingers tap the desk slowly. "What should I call this song?" The thought cause a grin to tickle my lips. 

First Love 

(Y/N'S POV) 

"Jungkook! Let's eat breakfast." You summon the boy to the kitchen. Smelling the aroma of your delicious home cooking, was enough to snap Jungkook out of his grogginess and carry himself to you with his limbs. 

You smile when seeing the boy with messy hair enter the kitchen. "Morning babe." He waves sleepily, planting a kiss on your cheek afterwards. Giggling, you hand him a plate before shooing him away into the living room to eat.

Jungkook sinks into the couch, turning on the TV to watch some news. You decide to start washing dishes, before joining Jungkook to eat.

Just as you were about to turn on the tap, you hear a crash from the living room. Immediately, you rush over to Jungkook only to find him staring at the TV screen blankly, dish shattered on the floor.

"Jungkook you're so clumsy jeez..." You bend down to pick up the fragments of porcelain but stop when Jungkook remains silent. Too silent...

"Jungkook...?" Your eyes trail from his face to the TV screen. You're mouth hangs open as you stare at Jungkook wide eyed. Finally returning back to reality, he does the same.

"It has been rumored that Jungkook and his girlfriend Y/N are in a fake relationship. An anonymous tip has revealed that the relationship "was strictly contract from the beginning". Pictures of the original contract signed by the star and his girlfriend surfaced on the internet last night, sending fans into a fury. Guess Korea's Power couple was all a stunt in the first place. We'll be back with more at 2!" Speaks the woman on the TV screen.

"No..." You whimper.

Jungkook looks at your, an apologetic look in his eyes. "Y/N I'm so sorry... I don't even know how-"

"Why...?" You cry, clutching onto Jungkook in fear, burying your head into his chest to find even an ounce of security in his arms. "It's going to be okay... I promise." Jungkook coos, messaging your back gently to comfort you as you practically wept in his arms. 

"The universe must hate us." You croak.

Jungkook sighs. Just as he was about to open his lips there's a knock at the door. You glance at Jungkook nervously. He stumbles to the door only to be met with a very angry PD nim.

"Where is she?" He barks.

"You mean Y/N?" Jungkook asks, gesturing to your slumped over figure behind him. PD nim's jaw clenches upon seeing you. 

"Get out." He growls. 

Your intimidated gaze meets his angry one, making the hair on your neck stand up. You clutch your purse, dragging your feet slowly, nearly making it out of the apartment before Jungkook's hand wraps around your wrist firmly. 

"She's not going anywhere." He snarled, wrapping a protective arm around your wrist. You stare at him wide eyed. 

"Are you crazy?" 

"Just listen to me." He demands harshly through gritted teeth. Reluctantly, you obey, staying by Jungkook's side despite the old man glaring at you angrily. 

"Jungkook what are you doing!? She's ruining your career." PD nim shouts, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

Jungkook flinches at his boss' words, jaw tightening involuntarily. "Throw her out." PD nim repeats, patience running thinner each passing second. 

Jungkook glances at you uneasily, inhaling a sharp breath of air. "I don't want to..."

PD nim rolls his eyes. "I don't care what you want. She needs to go." He grabs your arm roughly, pulling you towards him. Jungkook grabs hold of your other wrist. 

"Sorry PD nim," Jungkook pulls you towards his muscular frame with one big thrust. Your body twirls naturally beside him, waist gluing to his. "No can do." Jungkook says, looking his boss dead in the eyes. 

PD nim sighs, knowing that it was too late to change Jungkook's mind. "Fine. But I can't guarantee that she won't leave you after this. Are you really going to choose her over your fans?" 

"Yes." Jungkook nods firmly. 

PD nim shakes his head in disbelief at the maknae's words. "I thought you were smarter than this." 

Jungkook scoffs. "I never go back on my word." 

Without another word, PD nim softly closes the door behind himself, disappointed with the outcome despite knowing he'd tried his best. 

You glance at Jungkook wide eyed, as PD nim's footsteps fade into the distance. "Why chose me over your fans Jungkook? You can't be serious!" You sigh, hand meeting your forehead in frustration. "If you're going to be dumb and chose me over your fans, we should break-up. Do you want that!?" 

Jungkook's body tenses upon hearing the words flow out of your mouth. Taking a step forward, he approaches your frame, slowly... Dangerously slow. 

His intense gaze meets yours, arm slamming into the wall behind you, rejecting you escape. "What?" You mumble, avoiding eye contact. 

Jungkook's expression still remains serious, as his dark orbs devour your figure whole. You gulp hard, nervous gaze meeting his as his once straight arm, bends, closing the gap between you.

"Jung-!"

His lips brush against yours softly, cutting you off. You stare at him bewildered, his hot breath fanning over your lips shakily. His chocolate orbs didn't have the same flare as usual, instead they seemed... Desperate.

His hand caresses your cheek gently, confusing you even more. A hurt sigh escapes his lips. "Please... Don't ever say that." Without warning, his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his figure.

You allow a small whimper from your lips. A whiff of his cologne filling your nostrils. Jungkook squeezes you reassuringly. "You'll get through this." He whispers, gaze falling to the floor as he pulls away.

"We'll get through this."

(Yoongi's POV)

"F#ck." I curse, beads of sweet dripping down my face as I jab the in front of me aggressively. I scoff, enjoying the scene of the heavy black sac swaying side to side.

A sigh is released from my lips. "Who the hell did this?" I laugh, laying down on the cold cement of the gym floor. A chill running down my spine as a certain uneasiness fills my stomach.

What if...?

No way...

But... Jimin did say there was a rat before. Could it be...?

I shake my head in denial, along with the thought that was beginning to formulate in my mind. I sit up, staring at my pitiful looking figure in the mirror.

Are you a man? Pull yourself together.

Suddenly my phone rings, snapping me out of my daze. "Hello?"

"Yah!"

I roll my eyes upon hearing the man's annoying voice. "Yes Jin hyung?" I drag.

"Did you wear my shirt?" He interrogates.

What the heck?

I look down at myself, chuckling a little as I notice that I was in fact wearing his shirt at the moment. "No. Why?" I lie casually.

"Aish... Taehyung must've stole it. That punk-! I'm gonna kill him later." He sighs. "Anyways, Yoongi-yah, can you do me a favour?" I raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. It's unusual for Jin to ask for something.

"Uh... Sure."

"Great!" I can practically see Jin's smile from the other end of the line. "Can you go out and get me a new pair of glasses? My old ones broke."

I sigh. "Are you serious?"

"Do I sound like I'm joking?" He laughs.

"Aish... You're so annoying." I rake my hair back with my free hand. 

"I know."

"Okay, I'll drop them off at your place later then." I reply.

"Hmm. Thanks!" Jin beams. With a final hum, I hang up and make my way out of the gym. Walking down the filled with people street, I find myself staring at my feet.

Sh#t! I forgot to bring my mask! Hopefully no one will recognize me!

I cover my face with my hand, quickening my pace so I could get this task done as quickly as possible to reduce the chance of anyone finding my identify.

Aish... Sometimes I can be really stupid.

(Kim Bitna's POV)

I observe the photo of my older sister on my phone, a twinge of jealousy arising in my system.

She has it all.

Looks, talent, love....

Why can't I be more like her?

I sigh, looking at girl that considered me through her rounded glasses in the mirror. Long black hair, droopy charcoal eyes, chapped lips and a terrible fashion sense.  A girl which I was forced to see everyday yet detested.

Plain.

Basic.

Dumb.

A sad smile forms on my face. What everyone had said is true.

I was plain.

I was basic.

And I am dumb.

I'm everything my sister isn't.

"Having any trouble miss?" The employee's voice startles me, bringing me back into reality. I force a fake smile onto my face. "No no! Everything's going fine! Thank you for your concern."

Just as the employee was about to walk away, I call out to them. "Uh sorry! C-could I get these please?" I tap the circular glass on my face gently.

The kind older woman smiles, the wrinkles around the edges of her eyes folding. "Of course dear. Just come check out at the till-"

"Watch out!" A voice yells. Turning my head, my eyes widen as a boy rushes towards me at full speed coming closer by the second. Without, enough time to react, my body falls to the floor from impact.

"Urgh..." I groan, dizzy, as I stare at the ceiling which was spinning round and round in circles. A wet sensation trickles from my nose. I hold my hand up to the wetness, a slight sigh escaping my lips as I observe the blood on my fingers.

"Yah! Do you not have a conscious!? You just hit this poor woman and didn't even apologize! Get out of my store you idiot!" The shop owner yells chasing the culprit out of the store.

I sit up, trying to make out any of the chaos that was happening around me.

My glasses!

Shoot!

Through my blurry vision, my hands pat the floor around me in attempt to find the glasses that I desperately needed. Just as I was about to give up, and walk around the shop blindly, a hand wraps around my wrist.

"Miss are you alright?" The man's voice soothes, concerned. It was hard to make out anything more than his vibrant mint hair as chocolate coloured eyes.

"Green..." I mumble, pointing to the man hair.

"You mean this?" He laughs ridiculously, pointing to his hair. My heart rate increases dramatically as I felt heat begin to crawl up my cheeks.

"Jokes aside, are you okay? Looked like that boy took the wind out of you back there." He gives me a worried glance.

Trying to make my awkward gaze meet his, I nod. "Y-yeah I'm fine. Thank you." I put forth my most convincing smile.

With a soft chuckle, he flashes me a gummy smile, offering a hand for to help me up. Hesitantly, my hand touches his. With a swift moment, he whisks me to my feet forcing my eyes wide open to the point where they almost were the size of golf balls.

The sighs when looking at my face, a small pout forming on his lips. "Here." He says handing me a tissue.

"T-thanks." I stutter, awkwardly taking the white fabric from him. I hold the tissue to my nose applying pressure on my nostril as I tilt my head upwards.

"Sh#t." The man curses, looking at his phone. "I have to go..." He mumbles under his breath, quickly making his way towards the exit.

I chase after him. "Sir wait! What's-!"

The door closes with the chime of a bell as the boy with mint hair leaves the shop.

"Your name...?"

(Minhee's POV)

"THAT LITTLE-!" I slam my fist against his bedroom door angrily, demanding him to grant me entrance.

The boy with messy hair stumbles to the door, confused to see me.

"M-Minhee?" He blurts. 

"You f#cking idiot!" My hand meets his cheek with a loud smack. He scoffs, thrashing his head back in laughter like a lunatic.

His expression suddenly turns serious as he looks at me dead in the eyes. "I did what you wanted."

"I said I wanted Jungkook! Not that I wanted you to take down your own band mate! Are you thinking straight!? You're ruining your career!" I screech, tears streaming down my face.

He smirks, perching against the door frame arrogantly. "That's not what you said months ago."

I arch an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Looks like someone's going back on their word." I flinch upon hearing his statement, an amused twinkle forming in his eyes as he stares at me. "But I must warn you," his hand falls on my shoulder, a sardonic grin crawling up his face. "crossing me certainly isn't a wise decision."

I gulp hard, pushing his arm off me immediately. "Y-you!"

He laughs. "Did you really think this was all about you? Surely you're smarter than that right?" He inches closer to my frame, trapping my in the corner of the hallway.

It was if, I had become much smaller and he had grown, looking down at me mockingly. I stumble back, spine hitting the wall behind me.

He shakes his head, a few tsk noises coming from his lips. "Love really does make people blind. Ha... Such a shame." His fingers fly to his mouth. "I just never expected you of all people to be affected too."

"You bastard!" I growl. "This isn't the end!"

"Oh but it is." He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger.

"I will expose you!" I shout.

"No you won't." He chuckles.

"What makes you so sure asshole?" I smirk, pulling out my phone revealing the recording of our conversation.

However, this didn't seem to faze him one bit. Instead he smiled like usual. Like he did for the cameras. The same way he'd fool everyone. The same way... He'd fooled me.

"Because family sticks together."

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