FALLING IN LOVE IS NO JOKE.

Trust me, I've had first hand experience at it.

It's like a natural high, that can be triggered by a serendipitous love encounter or over a period of bonding between two people.

I'll admit, all that love felt between the two lovers are all fun and games until a third person decides to join the equation, suddenly acting as a catalyst in making things a bit frisky.

And by frisky I mean, heating things up with someone else that you're not in a relationship with.

In other words, cheating.

Yes, I've had my heart painfully torn out of my chest cavity because my first supposed love decided to cheat on me.

Wait, my bad.

I think the better description would be, it was all smoke and mirrors until I found out that he was cheating on me.

He used me to make some other girl jealous and apparently it had worked wonders since I took the bait hook, line and sinker.

And for mochi's sake I feel like total pabo because I was genuinely smitten and I thought the feeling was mutual but apparently, it was not.

In earnest, love is like having a morbid interest but in contrast to that, wouldn't it be wonderful if love was perfect as love itself and not just a disturbing illusion depicting a devil in a black dress?

I shake those thoughts away, which had suddenly erupted in my mind after he, who I once called boyfriend showed up and without a care, he decides to take a seat on the now empty chair that's on the opposite side of the table of which I'm currently occupying.

Once he's seated, he goes on to stare at me with that stupidly beautiful blue eyes of his, with no shame whatsoever and obviously this causes me a perpetual amount of discomfort so I go on to speak.

"That seat's already occupied, Minho." I strongly state yet I keep my gaze fixed on my notebooks and loose pages that's scattered across the table. "There's plenty of other free tables around, choose your pick."

I sense those thin pink lips of his form a small smirk, and I feel his stares continue to bore into me.

"But this is the only table that I find the most interesting." He flirts.

"Then you must really love school and the shit ton of baggage it comes with." I spit and with my peripheral vision, my eyes darts over to the restroom area.

"When is he going to come back?" My mind, screams in agony, hoping for my only ray of light to crack through that wooden door.

I didn't come here alone.

In fact, I came here with one of my classmates because we got an essay based on Othello due for English class first thing Monday morning but that nut disserted me for the god damn toilet like ten long minutes ago.

Maybe that nut, who goes by the name of Kim Taehyung is purposely stalling so I'd get all of the work done in his place.

How inconsiderate of him!

This is why I hate partnering up with people especially if they try dodging their part of the work when they really shouldn't be or maybe he's just doing this as a new tatic to annoy me like he usually does.

"Is something wrong?" Minho cooes playfully, and leans in closer over the table but I only straighten up, looking straight at him with a disgusted look but consequently it leads me to ultimately soaking up his features.

His physical features has changed a lot in the passed year that I haven't seen him, thanks to me transferring schools after breaking it off with him. It was a fresh start for me but not seeing his annoying face everyday was the best part.

His features has taken on more of a masculine outlook, his hair is no longer black- it's now blonde, and those blue eyes has a different look in them- it feels more menacing yet playful, and his sharp nose and jawline are more perfected since the last time I saw him.

Puberty hit him like a bus with defective breaks. No wonder I fell head over heels for him once upon a time but I promise you, it's not going to happen again because I'm so over him like Taehyung is with this damn essay.

He hurt me once, but I'm not stupid enough to have it happen again.

"Deh, something is wrong..." My eyes narrows, and my lips part. "There's an unwanted jerk sitting in front of me and he doesn't want to leave."

He chuckles, deeply despite my insult. "You've gotten a lot colder since then. It's hot."

My eyebrows furrow in complete annoyance at his words, "Don't speak about me in that way. We aren't together anymore."

His smirk only grows wider, and he leans back in his chair, as he runs a hand through his wavy locks, "Then what do you say about being my girlfriend again?"

I'm tempted to kick this idiot from under the table right in the area that's needed for procreation but with much agony, I hold back.

Instead, I give him a small smile and say,

"Ani, I'm not interested in rejects."

"Come on, don't be like that." He whines, despite my harsh words, and that playful smirk never leaves his face. "I know your feelings for me never faltered. It's quite clear. Besides, I miss you."

"I love how you think I still have a thing for you." I scathingly cooe, as I stealthily pull out my smartphone from my sweatpants pocket and I scroll through it from beneath the table, searching for Taehyung's chat. "But news flash, I'm over you and I've moved on."

After my words, he cackles loudly but that incessant laughter of his manages to catch the attention of those seated around us. It's utterly embarrassing because all eyes are now fixed on us.

I feel so flustered so I try to divert that feeling, as well as take the opportunity since Minho is distracted, and I look down at my smartphone, quickly typing a message to Taehyung because he's my first and last resort since Minho is so adamant on pressuring me like this.

' SOS.
Ex boyfriend
Get back here you nut! '

I click send, just as Minho halts his laughter and he takes on a leaning position over the table.

"Gosh, you're such a piece of trash to laugh at the one you so desperately want back." I declare, irritatedly noticing that the message went through but what's left is for Taehyung to see it and actually get back here.

"You moved on?" He says in mocking tone, as he ignores my words, and hums for an answer. "That's a joke, Soo ya~." He chuckles softly.

I clench my jaw at my old pet name.

He really has no right to call me that anymore.

As for that ego of his, it's grown at least twice as large as before and I guess when puberty decided to hit him, it forgot to proliferate those braincells of his since he can't make out rejection staring him straight in the face.

"The only joke here is you." I admit, and go on to pick up my pen, resuming the completion of this essay. "And I think it's time for you to leave."

"But I'm not don-"

"But I am." I interject, brashly.

"You're sure have gotten a lot more fiesty." He bites, and I notice his hand slowly approach my own but just as I make to move it before it can make contact, I hear the voice of that nut I've been so impatiently waiting for.

"You're in my seat blondie."

The voice is sharp and deep, and it instantly makes myself and Minho turn our heads to face him. When my eyes falls over Taehyung, I can feel the relief rush through every vein, artery and nerve in my body.

"And just who the hell are you?" Minho's voice is cold and he at stares Taehyung, top to bottom.

Despite me showing up in my sweats and a messy bun, Taehyung actually put effort into his dressing or as far as I know, dressing up is something that's natural for him.

He's got a clean look going on, with a thin loose florally shirt tucked into a black ripped skinny jean and it's finished off with a pair of Gucci loafer's.

Taehyung sighs deeply at Minho's words, as he runs a hand through his mint locks and for the first time in a while I actually register how handsome he really is with that sharp yet soft and ethereally constructed features of his.

Those eyes of his are a deep shade of brown, and in between but just below those lovely eyes is a cutely shaped nose that I suddenly have the urge to boop, his cheeks are so soft looking and those pink lips of his are full and they sometimes take on the shape of a heart or a box whenever he smiles or laughs.

Dear mochi.

He looks like something fresh out of heaven.

"I'm what, you are not anymore." Taehyung declares with a stern look, then he goes on to slide a hand over my shoulder and I suddenly freeze up at the sudden contact. "Her boyfriend."

Minho stares at us in surprise for a few seconds before he quickly composes himself and I notice that ugly smirk of his grow on his features once again.

"Really now?" He hisses, and his eyes makes direct contact with my own.

Although, it's difficult to hold his gaze, I still do, not faltering for a second because I don't want to show weakness or vulnerability in front of this trash bag.

"I always knew you would never find someone as good looking as me. I mean just look at me? I'm the definition of handsome." He boasts, as he brushes some of his hair out of his face.

"Is that so?" Taehyung's deep voice, drawls, in wonder and I feel his slender fingers move slightly over my shoulder as a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

"Deh." Minho states, and he gets up, in a haste, making my eyes follow him. "And I promise you this Soo ya~..." He trails, and Taehyung stares at him, curiously at his sudden shift in position.

"I will win back your heart, one way or another."

Minho sounds determined, and he even goes as far as fisting his hand over his heart as some sort of oath or something.

"Let me give you a piece of advice buddy," Taehyung's voice is smooth, and a small smirk takes over his lips. "You can't win back something you've already lost."

Reality seems to stop for me after those words and my breath hitches in my throat.

Those words, which he just articulated are so simple yet so meaningful.

I smile softly and gently fist my hands that lay over my thighs.

"Tch, just watch me moss head." Minho growls back and Taehyung narrows his eyes at the insult. "She'll be back in my arms just like that." He snaps his fingers, which thrusts me back into reality.

"I have a say in wherever my heart lies, Minho. Don't try playing with it." I look up at him, with a neutral expression. "And I'll admit, you managed to succeed in fooling me once but never again."

"You'll be mine again Soo ya~." He smirks, and sends a little wink my way before turning on his heels and readying to make for the exit. "And you'll see me soon enough." He informs, as he casually slides his hands into his pockets.

I grit my teeth in annoyance as I watch his annoyingly tall form disappear as soon as he exits the Café.

"Wasn't that a painfully disturbing thing to experience?" Taehyung sighs deeply and I feel his warm hand slip from my shoulder.

"I know and I'm sorry." I breathe, finally feeling my chest relax and Taehyung goes onto take a seat in front of me.

"Don't be sorry." He states and I look up at him but his serious features suddenly turn soft and a full on pout unravels on his lips. "And you didn't mention anything about an ex boyfriend before!"

I look at him appalled.

"Yah!" I counter, with a pout of my own. "If you actually got to know me instead of spending half your life annoying me just because I claim Jimin as my best friend then you would've known."

"Jimin's my best friend and so is Jungkook." He mumbles, irritatedly, and he crosses his arms over his chest, like a big baby.

"And what in the world were you doing so long in the toilet? I almost died over here for heavens sake." I argue, with an expectant look on my features.

"I had a phone call from Yoongi..." He trails without thinking but somehow it feels like he regrets mentioning that name because his crossed arms suddenly loosens.

"Yoongi?" I ask, confused. "Who is that?"

"That's not important." He instantly replies, with a rather sheepish look on his face. "And I'll type out the rest of the essay and have it ready by Monday."

He changes the topic just like that but I don't press it any further because it's none of my business.

"Oh, sure but are you sure you'll manage it?" I inquire, and start compiling all of the papers together as one. "Shakespearean literature is like watching paint drying. It's a complete waste of braincells."

"I'm sure." He snorts softly, and his hands grasps the other end of the paper. "And I'll walk you home."

"Ah?" I mouth in surprise, and my grip on the paper unconsciously loosens. "You don't really need to. I'll be fine and since when are you this considerate toward me?"

He smiles a boxy smile. "Only for today, you egg and that trash bag might follow you or something."

"I'll manage on my own." I smile back, and link my fingers together over the table.

"You couldn't manage him in a café full of people, do you think you'll manage out on the street, alone?" He raises an eyebrow and mighty namjesus that looks so damn attractive.

I mentally slap myself at my weirdly, wild thought and a small pout forms over my lips as I say nothing except for a simple, "Fine."

A/n: yiKeS,, sorry if you already find this trash worthy but thank you for making it this far though.