(Y/N'S POV)

Dear Y/N...

Hi, It's me...

It's been awhile hasn't it?

Well actually, I don't really know long it's been. Has much happened? Is it even you who's reading this letter right now?

Gosh... The tears really won't stop. I can't believe I'm doing this...

Are you happy with him?

Are you still together?

Please tell me you are... I hope I'm not too late.

Look, I haven't been completely honest with you... Well, I never really was - but that's besides the point. The thing is, I know you probably hate me, and for that, I don't blame you. I did a lot of bad things that would merit this kind of opinion towards me.

I still don't like you, but... I don't hate you.

The words that I said before, the things that I did, was merely all a façade.

Even so, the whole reason for even leaving this letter... Is because I think I owe you an explanation and warning.

The truth is Y/N... I was blinded, and just like you, I had been played with. The whole time, I thought I was doing this all for myself and Jungkook's already dead relationship, but really... And without even knowing it until now, I became the servant of a higher power.

Y/N, of all the bad things that happened to the both of you, I take responsibility for my part. And for that I'm deeply, very, sorry. It was my fault for the paparazzi getting your photos. It was my fault for causing you heartbreak. It was my fault for saying the wicked things to you.

It was fault for even giving him the idea to break you and Jungkook apart... And for that I'm sorry...

Wow... That was lot to get off my chest.

Is this how it feels to be the villain?

Ha... It sucks.

Look, I'm not here to make friends with you, or to trick you. I think it's about time I set things straight. Y/N you have to be careful around this person, he's a manipulative, two-faced liar. He said the whole time that he was helping me, but really he was only out to cause distruction.

This person is Hoseok.

Yes, Y/N... I mean my brother.... The same person who is supposed to protect me -- protect us.

He's dangerous.

I know to this day it still looks as if I did all those things myself, but reality is, he controlled me. Forced me to stay even when I wanted to give up and leave you two be. He blackmailed me, threatened to hurt you.

I was scared Y/N... I didn't know what to do.

So I continued working under him. Serving him, like dog to man. I continued watching the two of you become so... unhappy... But then, something unexpected happened - a light glowing in a dark path. You and Jungkook... Fought through it, step by step. Problem by problem.

And that's when I realized it Y/N. I realized that what I had was fake.

And that what you and him have is real.

Don't think I didn't see the way he stared at you when he was with me. He always loved you Y/N... Even from the start.

Which is why Y/N, and as much as it bothered me from the beginning... I was always routing for you, because I knew, that what I had was an imaginary lust I had placed onto myself from the beginning. The day I left Jungkook without a word, was the day that I moved on. Like an idiot, it took me so many years to realize, but I'm glad I see it now.

I'm glad that I see that better picture. And because I see it, I want you to be better than me. Please Y/N... If you want to save anything that you have, please...

Confront my brother.

Take him down. Punch him out. Give him an earful. Do whatever it takes, so long it means saving your relationship. Life isn't forever, and love is the same.

Please... Don't make the same mistake as me.

Farewell,

Jung Minhee XXX-XXX-XXX

The letter slipping from your grasp, a sob lets loose from yours throat as your shoulders shake, form curling into a pitiful ball.

Why?

What did I do to deserve all this?

You glance at the photo within the frame of your nightstand, a wicked grin curling up your lips. It was only as if yesterday things had been fine, not even remotely close to the crisis your were in now. The couple in the photo smiled happily together, clearly smitten with each other. It was almost discouraging, seeing the way he'd looked at you once.

But then suddenly, everything had changed, just like the seasons. What had once been summer, now turned into a chilly winter. The flowers and fruits had all withered. Any ounce of love in his eyes, had been erased, rendering his stare emotionless.

Why had it all changed?

Where did everything go wrong?

"Don't call my name..."

"You don't go around kissing other men WHEN YOU'RE DATING ME!!"

S-stop." You whisper huskily, hand wrapping around the other arm of the chair in attempt to escape as Jungkook inches closer and closer to your petite frame. He gives you a sarcastic smirk as the photographer shoots away. "Stop what?" He wonders outloud. You felt as if you had been backed into a corner by confrontation. "Stop making me want you back you jerk..." Without another word, you place your lips on his, gently sucking away at his bottom lips.

He turns to face you, gritting his teeth in anger while tears streamed down his face. "I don't need to believe anything you say Y/N. And believe me when I say this... I wish I could."

Did he really mean nothing he said?

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"They remind me of you." He admits, lips parting slightly as he stared at your beauty under the cold undertones of the moonlight. "You shined so brightly in front of me; stunningly beautiful and pure. You're always there when I need you. Yet sometimes...You seemed distant... and I wanted to be closer. But all I did was push you away and try to hide you... just like the clouds." His gaze lands on you once more. "You Y/N, are just like the stars."

Pulling you into an embrace, he gently pecks your lips before he whispering the following words in return. "I love you too."

Had he never.... Love you?

A pain spread throughout your chest. The blossoming rose within you now growing thorns, trapping everything within - all the pain, all the hurt, all the anger. You scoff, eyes glistening with tears as your fingers curled around the yellowed paper.

Would you have even believed yourself if you knew this would all happen?

"I'm so stupid." A muffled whimper forces your lips to tremble, head falling to your knees in defeat as you slumped against the bedside, wanting to disappear.

You had managed to convince yourself that everything had been fake - yet you couldn't deny your feelings.

The feelings that your gaze held when met with his.

The same feeling that spread throughout your chest as your lips carved into his.

The feeling when your hands touched, his scent controlling your senses.

The feeling.... Of his arms sheltering you from the world...

His smile... That bunny smile... The same smile which you wanted to guard selfishly and keep for yourself.

The ripping sensation tugging your chest, as you waved goodbye to the star which was now fading from your galaxy.

Jungkook was your everything.

"What did you do to me you idiot?" You whisper, tear falling from your cheek, wetting the floor with a single pathetic drop. And then another tumbled, followed by another and another - until they poured without pause, streaking your cheeks.

How had everything come to this?

How was it possible that you were hurting both boys at the same time?

Your mind turns to Yoongi, only further amplifying your pain.

He inhales a sharp breath of air, "Just once - I wanted you to be mine. Just once - I wanted to kiss you. Just once..." his dark, melancholic orbs meet yours, his lips parting slightly as a pained expression became apparent on his face. "I wish you could love me..."

"Y-Yoongi-"

"Don't you understand that I love you...? Don't you know how much it hurt, watching you in pain from the sidelines!?" He snaps.

Only you now, you had understood Yoongi's words - the pain he'd felt the whole time as he restrained himself from doing anything as Jungkook had whisked you away from his grasp right before him.

Had this kind of love always been this painful?

Is this what it felt like to give up on the best thing in the world?

How did he let you go?

A smile twitches your lips in annoyance, the sound of the front door opening -- still no greeting from the boy as you tracked his footsteps throughout the house.

Collecting yourself, you wipe any trace of sadness from your expression, draining it to replicate the same sickly look he'd been giving you for the past two weeks.

You weren't going to let him go.

No, you couldn't let him.

You refused to let him leave you like this, and so you were going to keep him, even if it meant becoming clingy.

Stomping into the kitchen, you perch against the doorframe, blocking the only escape route for the boy. Jungkook's eyes widen upon seeing your disheveled figure, hair messy and his clothes on your body; all of it only reminding him of the things that he was frightened of; a breakup. He gulps hard, averting his gaze. "W-what do you want?"

You take a step closer, intimidating him. "We need to talk."

"What's there to talk about Y/N?" He sighs, fingers raking through his curled, brown hair. "Everything is fine."

"We're not fine Jungkook." You spit through gritted teeth, clenched fist shaking no matter how hard you tried to control it.

"You're overreacting. There is no prob-"

"Just listen to me for once, would you Jeon Jungkook!" You screech, anger crashing down like a raging storm. For the first time, his gaze meets yours, a noticeable glint of pain in his eyes. "What is wrong with you!? You haven't spoken to me in weeks!"

He remains silent, throat becoming dry as his sad eyes continued to observe you; feelings of remorse arising within him.

"Am I even your girlfriend? Do you treat people you love like this? We were fine, then without a word, you left me alone. Jungkook..."

"What happened to us?" Your voice broke, coming out soft. You hated being vulnerable, but even worse than that, you hated it when he ignored you. "Did I..." You gasp for air as he pulled you into an embrace. "Did I do something wrong?"

You punch his chest, earning a soft grunt from him in return. "Do you not love me anymore?"

"No, no..." He could no longer control himself, finally breaking down into sobs realizing his wrong doing. His hand strokes you head, fingers threading through your strands of hair with an intense feeling of pity and yearning. "I'm so sorry..." He coos, arms twisting around your small frame, caressing the weeping girl in his arms as if he was never going to let go of her ever again.

"It's all my fault. I was the idiot." He confesses, voice faltering as your arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

"I thought you saw it..." He mumbles, teary-eyes meeting yours. "I was scared... I was so stupid Y/N... I'm so sorry... I love you, so please... Never say that you did anything wrong."

His hand lands on your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "I love you too, idiot." You whimper, forgetting about everything when his lips crashing onto yours, like that of a wave hitting the coast. Hand flying behind your neck, he presses himself against your body, lips moving in sync with yours in this wild goose-chase that had finally ended.

Many sleepless nights of his absent touch had haunted you -- given your nightmares of a world -- A vision of a reality without him in it.

Your eyes flutter open, his hot breath fanning over your lips as you pulled away, breaking the kiss.

A shiver dances down your spine. He had become the only cure to the illness he had caused in your heart, and you needed time to process your feelings.

"Please come back to me..." His husky voice breathes, lips reconnecting to yours desperately.

He had never longed for someone this much, and neither had you.

And despite all the happiness...

And all the pain...

You knew, that from the way his lips molded perfectly into yours, filling each other's gaps; that you had belonged together.

Responding to his desperate kisses, you kiss him back, a tango of tongues in the ballrooms of each other's mouths. A fiesta of love filling your mind with his every touch, rendering your senses impaired. Having his share with your lips, he retreats, trailing down your jawline and neck; leaving small love bites to claim you as his.

He'd struggled with the thought of another man's marks on you and it frustrated him like crazy. Him, and him only, had the right to leave this kinds of tattoos on your body. It was a privilege you'd given him.

"Jungkook..." You gasp, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck, forcing a whimper from you in response.

He backs away, grinning as he folds a strand of hair behind your ear gently. "Without you..." He scoops your hand into his, fingers lacing with yours as his chocolate orbs stared into yours lovingly. "We can't be us..."

"I know..." You pout, a crimson painting your face.

"Us..." He says in a breathy whisper, eyes never leaving yours for a second. "I want us... To become more..." His hand snakes around your waist, claiming dominance. "I want to love you... I want to hold you..." He pauses, face growing red in embarrassment. "I want to be your one and only..."

You smile, hands landing on his chest, "You can be..." You mumble, voice husky. "Just... Don't leave me." Your fingers curl around the buttons of his dress shirt, loosening it, one by one. He smirks, eyes staring into yours, asking for permission.

Understanding this, your lips brush against his, giving him his answer. His fingers wrapping around your wrist, imprisoning you as he lead the way; his tongue tracing outer walls of your mouth in deep fit of lust. His hands, touching you in all the right places in that oh-so-bad way you liked. Playfully, his tongue sweeps your bottom lip.

He was so happy to have you back.

Yet his tormenting had already begun.

Panting, he throws himself against you, slamming the both of you into the wall as the passionate make-out session continued. His hands creep up your waist, slipping under your shirt, his touch sending a rush through your body -- an exhilarating one.

His senses had been awakened, an intense craving for your touch washing over him.

He was aroused.

And so were you.

The hormones had gotten to the both of you, and neither of you had given a fuck. You wanted him bad... So so bad.

"J-j-jungkook what if someone sees us?"

He chuckles. "Don't you know talking about my hyungs is such a turn off?" He stares at you knowingly, lips pressing against your forehead. "Now... Where were we...?"

Just as he was about to connect his lips to yours again, the letter that you had shoved into your pockets earlier, tumbles -- falling to the ground quietly.

Jungkook's brows knit in confusion.

"What's this?"

(Yoongi's POV)

My lips twitch in annoyance as I stared at the ceiling, my mind telling me to move on, but my heart forcing me to stay... To still like her.

Sipping the steaming coffee in my hands, I let out a sigh. The coffee was bitter -- just like me.

Why can't I stop thinking about this?

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

What did she mean I'm a 'nice guy'.

Since when was I ever... Nice?

Selfishly I had always wanted her to myself, and multiple times I tried to steal her from Jungkook. And yet, after everything, she still... says I'm nice?

"I'm not a nice guy Y/N... I never was. Besides..." I trail, eyes falling to her plump lips, a toxic amount of jealousy trapped in every inch of my body. I take a step forward, "Am I still nice..." my hand resting on her cheek. "If I want to steal you from him?" I breaks down, weeping in the comfort of her arms, head resting against her shoulder.

"You'll forget about me." The long held back tears slip from her eyes. "You'll find someone better than me." She wipes my tears with her thumbs, my lips trembling in unbearable pain. Why was she doing this? "You'll get over me."

I won't ever get over her...

No matter how hard I try, there will always be a hole in my heart that can only be filled by her. It's impossible for me to move on. She chose Jungkook over me, used me for support by worst of all...

She stole my heart.

If I had met her sooner - no, if I had acted sooner... Would there could've been the possibility of an us?

I rest my head on the table in defeat.

Who are you kidding?

I will never mean anything more to her than just a nice guy.

But...

I hope that our time together -- The few moments we had... I hope she can appreciate those. Because I had tried my best, even if it wasn't good enough...

And that's what really counts.

(Bitna's POV)

What was I expecting?

Him to magically remember the one time we met? I was so stupid. I should've expected that he would treat other girls the same way.

I should've known that I wasn't anything special.

But why...?

Why had he fallen in love with her?

My brows crease, lips forming a pout, creating a frown. The earthy aroma of freshly ground coffee enveloping me as I push the cafe door open. "He never would've like someone like me anyways..." I mumble to myself.

Maybe this is for the best...

After ordering my beverage, I opt for a seat in the quiet corner of the shop, a dash of green catching my eyes.

I knew that hair colour too well.

My mouth fell dry, heart rate accelerating as I continued to observe him from afar. Is this how he felt with Y/N...?

It's so painful...

Fist clenching, I gather the courage to speak - the courage to be different.

"Yoongi!" I call from the back, earning a brief wide eyed look from him in response. I offer a kind smile, waving. He returns the gesture, with a weak smile.

He looks terrible.

His hair, a mop of green, flyaway strands in abundance and noticeable bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep. He stumbles over, taking a seat across from me.

I purse my lips, unsure of what to say.

Great going Bitna!

"Didn't think I'd see you again," He chuckles, "How's it been?"

"It's been alright." I nod, forcing a smile to my face despite the awkward atmosphere. "You?"

His expression grows pained, but then he covers it with a smirk. He runs a hand through his hair, parting his bangs slightly. "Not the best." He admits.

"How's Y/N?"

His eyes glisten with sadness upon hearing her name.

Wrong question. I internally smack myself.

He downs some more coffee, gaze falling to the floor. "Can we not talk about her...?" He mutters, guilt swallowing me whole, as I observed his sad posture. I look away, an awkward chuckle escaping my lips. "Ah. I'm sorry." I squeak.

Silence.

"Did something happen?" I cup my mouth, I myself surprised with the question I had asked, right after he said not to talk about her.

He flinches, dark orbs staring into mine, sending a pleading look. I continued, digging deeper into the things that weren't my business, yet at the same time, had a dying desire to know about.

It was if from the look he'd given me and his messy appearance, my intuition had been right. I sensed it. I knew it. "Did... You confess?"

He clears his throat, eyes widening from being caught off guard. "Yes... I did." His voice comes out in a whisper.

I offer him a smile, placing my hand over his in reassurance. "Rejected?"

I can't help but shiver as our skin comes into contact. His delicate touch, throwing me off. His hands are so... Cold.

He nods, hand slipping away from mine to take a sip of coffee. "Hard." He grins, for the first time showing a genuine smile, melting my heart.

His smile is so precious.

I can't help but smile myself. "Rejection isn't the end of the world." I remind him, "It just gives you the opportunity to find something better."

He shakes his head, gaze fixing itself on the rainy scenery outside. "I don't think there is anything better out there."

"Yoongi..." I speak, voice soft and gaze tender. "I'll tell you a story," he turns to me, lips parted in anticipation. I gulp hard, the worries pooling my mind as I struggled to find the right words. "There was a girl, who was extremely insecure and always compared herself to her perfect sister. She had always been considered a disappointment. And people always looked down on her. It brought down her self-esteem, and she even thought that holding a knife to her wrist would be the only way out. That was... Until she met him." I pause, eyeing him carefully.

"One day while shopping for a new pair of glasses, she meets a boy in a glasses shop... His hair... A vibrant green." I reach for his hair, fingertips grazing one of his mint locks. "Much like yours." Retreating my shaky fingers, I continue. "He was a kind man, helping her up from the ground and even offering a Kleenex for her bloody nose."

I giggle at the childish memory, it somehow giving me feel a sense of comfort. "The thing is, after their first encounter, the girl had somehow... Fallen for the man. But of course she knew she wasn't going to see him again. So she sulked, cried, regretted never asking for his name. But the universe has a funny way of doing things, and so, they met again. But again, she didn't get his name. However in a complete coincidence, they meet again, this time... Through a common friend."

By now, the colour in Yoongi's face had drained completely, but I didn't care and continued with my story. "The girl learned his name, the things he liked, the things he hated. She saw his smile, heard his laugh... But she also learned that he liked another woman."

"B-Bitna I-I-"

"Yoongi... That girl... is me. And that boy..." I muster any piece of courage within me to face him, eyes refusing to leave his. "Is you."

"I'm so sorry but I-"

"I know, you don't like me now.... But I'm patient. I'll wait for you..." I interrupt, eyes watering because I really did not want to hear the words he'd say next.

"I like you Yoongi. I always have." I confess, my voice strong, without falter. "And I know you're hurt and confused right now... But, I think that together we can learn how love and heal each other. So please Yoongi... If you want to restart..." I extend my hand, a sincere and pained smile on my face.

"Take my hand."

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