Yoo Ri's P.O.V

I looked at Jimin who was at the opposite side of the badminton court, pursing my lips nervously.

"Whoever gets 21 points wins." Jimin said.

"Ready?" Jimin asked, preparing to serve. I got into position, and huffed.

"Ready." I replied.

"I won't go easy." Jimin reminded, and he served the shuttlecock swiftly.

I hit the shuttle back to him, but he instantly slammed the shuttle back towards my side. I was unable to react quick enough, since the shuttle flew too fast.

Fine, if he's going to play like this, I'll play like this too.

I looked up at Jimin, and he shrugged.

"1 to 0." I muttered.

(SKIP)

And we continued playing- harshly.

Every time the shuttle bounced back to Jimin, he would slam it.

But I did the same.

Still, there was no way I could beat him. He's good at this.

He won.

"21 me, 14 you." Jimin smirked at me, then started to walk towards me.

Both of us were sweating crazily. I was more than just exhausted.

I walked away to a bench, and sat down. I opened a water bottle, then started downing the water down my throat.

Jimin proceeded to sit next to me as he stared. He wiped his sweat off with a towel, and I looked at him, as if in awe. He looked, incredibly attractive.

Suddenly, he took another towel. He used the towel and dabbed it on my face and body, where most of my sweat was at.

"Thanks." I muttered and closed the water bottle.

"I won." Jimin said, smiling at me. I stopped my movements, and looked into blank space.

I forgot about the deal he made.

"So?" I asked, pretending I didn't know as I put the racket to where it was supposed to be.

"You're my girlfriend now." Jimin chuckled, then held my hand. I looked at our interlocked hands, then up at him.

"You're adorable." He said, using his other hand to pinch my cheek.

"Then, does this mean we're..." I uttered after he let go of my cheek.

"A couple." He finished my sentence.

"I'm confused..." I murmured.

"Don't be." He told me.

"I very much have fallen for you, and, I don't want you to ignore my feelings for you." Jimin said in a pleading tone, "Please, understand me and my feelings."

"I... I'll try..." I muttered, looking down.

It's impossible for us to stay like this.

He'll go back to being an idol soon... 

In a few weeks, I wouldn't be seeing him anymore.

He would be back to where he was supposed to be.

(SKIP)

After taking a bath, alone of course, I went to the art room.

Jimin told me to meet him there after I was done with everything, so I guess I'll go.

I was hesitant to open the door of the art room, because ever since the game just now, I can't stay calm in front of Jimin.

But I can't just let him wait.

I huffed, then twisted the door knob which lead to the art room.

I saw Jimin, holding a pencil and scribbling onto a piece of paper.

He heard the door open, and he looked at me with shocked eyes.

"You're finally here." His expression turned into a sweet one. I pursed my lips, then closed the door behind me before proceeding to sit next to Jimin.

"There are many things here. Paint, Crayons, Colour Pencils, Markers, Coloured Paper,  but you chose a pencil and a blank, white piece of paper. Why..?" I muttered, looking at the paper filled with scribbles.

"Even though all these colours are attractive, the blank paper is the most useful. Every colour can be seen clearly. Except white, of course. And the pencil, it may be one of the most basic materials, but it's one of the most useful ones. Don't judge a book by its cover, there's more to the pencil, and the blank paper." He explained, then he shoved a blank piece of paper and a pencil in front of me.

"Write, or draw down your thoughts and feelings." He said.

"How?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Just, write down whatever comes to mind." He said.

I felt, weird.

All I could think of was, scribbles.

I pressed the tip of the pencil down onto the paper, then started to slowly draw strokes.

I focused on each stroke, roughly drawing each line.

As I was focused on the blank paper, I felt something wet and soft on my cheek. And that feeling made my heart almost explode. What was it?

I looked at where the feeling came from, and I saw Jimin, very near to my face.

Just like in the dramas.

He kissed my cheek.

I looked at him, slowly parting my lips, but no words came out.

Jimin chuckled at my surprised look, then pushed my face to look at the paper.

"Focus on the paper." He said.

But my feelings and thoughts were different now.

"I'll leave you alone here in your thoughts. I'll go see what your Mother has painted." Jimin said, then he left to the other side of the room.

I looked at him, and knew that I could write down anything I wanted.

I moved the pencil to an empty space and started writing words.

Confused. Love? He's making me crazy.

After writing, I turned to look at Jimin.

I bit my lips, as if nervous. I'm not sure why.

He's adorable. He's more adorable than what I thought he was.

He's not Park Jimin of BTS. He's just Park Jimin.

He's more, than what I expected.

I scribbled down these sentences. He said, write your thoughts down. So I did.

I heard Jimin's footsteps coming near, so I turned around. He was near.

I quickly crumpled the piece of paper before he was able to see it.

I took the crumpled paper into my hands, then looked around, trying to find a bin. I found one under the table and threw the paper ball in.

"Why did you do that?" Jimin asked me, raising an eyebrow as he went to sit next to me again.

"Uhm, because I feel like trash?" I sheepishly said, not looking into his eyes.

"I guess that's process." Jimin sighed.

Thank god he fell for my lie.

"I'm thirsty, I'll go get orange juice. Do you want some?" I stood up and offered to Jimin, and he nodded with a smile.

"Thanks!" He smiled gratefully at me.

I awkwardly smiled back, then went straight out the door.

Jimin's P.O.V

"Tsk. She thinks I'll fall for her lie. She's so optimistic that she'll never think of herself as trash." I muttered as soon as I saw Yoo Ri gone.

I dug my hand into the bin, then grabbed the paper ball which Yoo Ri wrote on. There must be something there.

She's so innocent, that I'm curious about how that kiss impacted on her.

I opened the paper ball and flattened it to have a better look.

The same scribble was there, but a few more words.

Confused. Love? He's making me crazy.

He's adorable. He's more adorable than what I thought he was.

He's not Park Jimin of BTS. He's just Park Jimin.

He's more, than what I expected.

I slowly dropped my jaw at these words. This was what she wrote after I kissed her cheek.

Love? She knows it now.

I guess this was proof that she has feelings for me too, right?

I'm making her crazy.

I'm adorable, of course.

I'm her only Park Jimin.

I'm always over her expectations.

I can't believe she tried to hide this from me. Ah, she must ne embarassed. No wonder she seemed nervous when I went back to her.

She's adorable too, very. She's so innocent and shy, it makes me question, how can a girl be like this.

Or if being this innocent and gentle was a possible thing. Because she's like an angel which god blessed me with.

I crunched the paper again, then threw it into the bin, just in case Yoo Ri finds out about me reading her thoughts.

But she's really unbelievably adorable, unique, everything.

I took another blank piece of paper, and held the blunt pencil.

Writing down my thoughts, it was something to help me de-stress.

방탄소년단

They just came to mind...

I wonder how they're doing now without me.

Why do I care? It's not like they care about me being gone anyways.

I sighed, then cancelled those 5 words.

(SKIP)

Yoo Ri's P.O.V

I brought the two glasses of juices towards Jimin, one for me and one for him. He was still writing things on the paper, which I found, interesting.

When he realised I was here, he turned and looked at me in the eye. He smiled, and that killer smile did not fail to make my tummy filled with butterflies. It was, just that. For all I know, this was not just some friendly reaction.

"Thank you." He muttered as I passed him a glass. He took a sip and put the glass aside.

"Can I ask you some questions? I'm just curious." Jimin turned to face me, and I nodded while taking a sip.

"Besides me, who else grabs your attention in BTS?" Jimin asked me, narrowing his eyes. I widened my eyes a little as I looked at the glass of orange juice. This question... what was he trying to get?

"Min Yoongi." I uttered.

"Tsk. I thought you only had eyes for me. Seems not." He pouted, and there was this messy feeling in me. 

"What about him that you like?" Jimin leaned in closer to me.

God.

"He's, cool." I bluntly said.

"I can be cool too~" He frowned, but he only looked cute.

"I said 'cool', not 'cute'." I pointed out and he eye-smiled at me. That was the smile which melts me.

"That means you admit I'm cute!" Jimin exclaimed and I snickered, knowing that it was true.

"Don't you have any albums? Or merchandise?" Jimin asked.

"I can't leave my house, what do you expect?" I silently chuckled and he nodded understandingly.

"And you have me here, you don't need CD's. I can sing to you live." He brightly smiled. That smile was something incredible.

"Another question. Who's more adorable, me or Jungkook?" Jimin squinted his eyes at me. Ah, if I answer Jungkook, he'll become petty.

"Jungkook of course!" I teased.

"What the hell~" Jimin whined.

As he did, my attention was caught by the paper he was writing on.

"What's that?" I eyed at his paper, trying to read the words behind his scribbles.

His smile faded, but he bothered to answer.

"Just something I should stop thinking of." He plainly said. Gosh, it's as if he was facing some major depression.

"Oh and... I need to tell you something..."I gulped.

It's time to tell him, before it's too late.

He nodded, wanting me to continue talking.

"I over heard my parents talking..." I uttered softly, "They're bringing me to Seoul... for real school, the outside world. ... and this house will be gone... To add on, they're going to the States. I'm going to be, alone. But I'm sure they'll bring Mrs Kwon with me..."

He widened his eyes, taken a back by the sudden news.

"And that means... you can be free." I sheepishly said.

"That's... impossible. They wouldn't set me free... they think i'll report to the police..." Jimin muttered.

"They trust you, for some reason. I'm not sure. But... I just heard them talking about this." I silently said.

"No." Jimin said.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I won't leave to become a star again. I won't leave you behind. Neither will I tell the cops about this whole kidnapping thing. I don't want to be a star again." Jimin impatiently said, and I was surprised about his small speech.

"That's stupid of you. I'll be studying in Seoul. And I can finally see how the outside world is like. And you, you can go back to being the idol which everyone loves." I said.

"No, No, No, No." Jimin repeated.

"I won't... leave you. I don't want to." He murmured.

"That's why, I don't want us to be more than friends." I told him, and his eyes showed hurt again.

"I told you about my stories... you know how much I don't want to be a star!" Jimin raised his voice at me.

"But you can't stay with me forever!" I too, raised my voice.

"I... I can." Jimin said, "As long as no one sees me, I can."

Seeing how desperate he was to not go back and be an idol, I myself, was feeling hurt. I know he doesn't want to be an idol...

"Maybe... Maybe you can." I looked down a said.

"When are they sending you? I'll talk to your parents. I'm sure, I'm sure they'll let me stay." Jimin asked me in an impatient tone.

I don't understand...

"I'm not sure either..." I said.

The long pause made me uneasy.

"Jimin. I made a promise. I made a promise to let you become free." I reminded him, and he shook his head.

"Don't, that promise... it was meant to be broken." He said.

"But, promise me, that you won't leave me, that you won't make me go back into hell." He pleaded with a shaky voice.

"Idiot." I sighed, then looked away.