Yoongi's gaze consumes his own reflection in the mirror.

"What's with that look?" He mutters under his breath, brows creased. He places a frosty grip along the rim of the mirror, toothbrush in mouth and eyes puffy with morning grogginess.

His head falls to the side.

No matter how he looks at it, he looks like five year old rather than a grown man. Especially with the idiotic grin arching his lips, he couldn't look any more smitten. His eyes, which were once stone cold and dead, are now bright with warmth.

What's happening to him?

His heart thrusts buoyantly against his rib cage. As his luck would have it, his body is trying to kill him today.

You're killing him.

Staining his face is a priceless shade of crimson - one that he can't pass off as a fever. He forces out an strained groan. Then out follows an involuntary scream. It takes Yoongi a full moment to realize the squeal was none other than his. His eyes are wide, heart racing faster than as if drinking a million redbulls.

He scans the bathroom carefully.

Then his gaze matches the floor.

Of course.

"Damn toothbrush." He hisses, tossing it into the nearby stand with a roaring force. He hates taking his frustration out on something so small but there is no other outlet. No one else will listen; well, maybe his friends would but then they'd clown him, or he'd get too embarrassed.

If only he could get away with blushing like Jin! The handsome devil only illuminates bright red in his ears. Lucky son of a-!

A soft knock at the door cuts his thought short.

As he nears the door in a hesitant tip-toe, a particular voice further arouses his confusion -- a female voice.

At this hour?

God, he hasn't even got decent clothes on yet!

"Hello?" The pounding prevails. When Yoongi reaches the door, he stops, fingers to lips as he contemplates how to handle this. Should he play it off? Well... No he can't do that! It would too ungentlemanly of him.

But still...

He winces.

That voice isn't one he recognizes.

Besides, stranger danger.

Due to all the waiting, now the knocking has turned into rough, enraged roaring pounds. "I was told Min Yoongi lives here! I have some things I need to discuss with him- er I mean, even if you're not him I'm perfectly fine with waiting. You see, I-"

Her expression clearly shows she hadn't been expecting him to open the door.

And his paints a whole other story.

A whole darker story.

"Im Subin...?"

"Subin!!! Subin!"  Little Yoongi couldn't bare the silence anymore. It has become overpowering. He'd felt his lungs would explode at any moment if he screeched even one more time for her. It hurt. His chest hurts.

His heart hurts.

As he pushed through the pain, small feet carrying him down every hallway he could bolt through, the sobs threatening his lips have paved their way; roaring in ugly whimpers and wallows as if he lost the most precious thing to him.

Through his blurred vision, Yoongi shouts in a last resort, "Subin! This isn't funny anymore. Stop hiding! Please!" Then before he'd known it, he knees buckled, and his body hit the floor with a pitiful thump.

Yet, no matter how much he cried, no matter how many tears touched the floor, no matter how much regret sank into his stomach -- none of it mattered.

She never came.

And alone, laying on the floor as the night rolled by, little Yoongi was struck by the harshest realization his seven year old mind could comprehend.

He'd failed to catch the fool.

The game, the one she made, Catch The Fool, was a game about seeking the lost. And as he stares up at the ceiling he understood the meaning of her trick.

She never hid, she simply ran off. She never wanted to play Catch The Fool but only wanted to get her wish -- make one of him.

And she did.

She really did.

"Yeah, I wasn't really expecting to be in the city either." She chuckles, shifting her weight anxiously from one foot to the other. Glancing at Yoongi head-on, she watches him snap out of his daze upon underestimating her fiery gaze.

Yoongi gulps.

Resist it...

Resist it a little more.

But it's no use. As quickly as he decides to fight back, submission seeps deep into his bones, reluctantly making him give way. He swings the door open and strolls back into the room, Subin stalking behind.

She timidly folds her coat on the back of the chair and places her purse on the desk. She managed her best to hide her surprise but even with all the straining of her facial features, it wasn't doing the trick.

She'd always known Yoongi as a man of closure but as irony has it, here his room is, blinds clinging to the roof, exposing the afternoon sun. Completely open.

Intently different.

"Thirsty?" Yoongi's head pops out from the fridge as he waits for Subin's response.

"Water." Yoongi spares no time, returning to Subin with a glass in hand after fixing one up for her. He clears a space on the bed and seats himself primly. Whatever it takes, he absolutely can't show any weakness.

Across the way, perched against the wall, Subin flashes her signature red-lipped grin. "University is good I take it?"

"It's alright I guess." Yoongi answers apprehensively. He's still working on determining the intent of her scheme. Last time it was money -- not that he had any to begin with -- and the time before that he nearly had a headache when she practically begged on her knees to lodge with him after getting the boot from her mother.

Yoongi muses slightly to the thought.

She was one hell of a roommate.

Subin acknowledges Yoongi's short reply with a hum, carefully setting down her glass. "Looks like you've made friends."

Yoongi eases back, grin stirring with genuine sincerity, "Yeah, they're dorks."

She wheezes, thrashing her head back as cute bubbles of laughter spilled from her lungs. Yoongi joins in and chuckles quietly. When she finishes, she stares back at Yoongi smiling -- until she wasn't.

Now, after letting a long sigh pass, she drops the kind remarks, gap between her legs flaunting the over-privileged girl Yoongi could finally call the real deal. Her blunt, hardened gaze sets upon Yoongi's.

"Let's cut it out already."

Yoongi scoffs.

"About time. Kept it up a little longer and I would've actually taken back the vinegar I put in your glass and refilled it with water."

A mortified expression crosses her face. She huffs, "Gross. That's just straight up rude."

"Aw," Yoongi advances to the edge of the bed, "And you think I care?" He coos mockingly, promptly making his way to the doorway with a hand hovering the doorknob. Much to his greedy satisfaction, her precious plastic woven face had lost all of it's colour. Shame that the surgeons wasted time on something they couldn't fix.

Subin's lips trembled as she balls the hem of her skirt into her fist. Yoongi steps back, gesturing to the door with testy eyes.

Subin groans. Stomping, she hurriedly grabs her things and darts to the entrance, occasionally muttering the nonsensical replacement of curse words. He didn't even bother holding back a snort.

She's not going to take no for an answer. Not like this, not ever.

Once in his path, Subin stretches a defty leg out between the crack of the door before Yoongi can close it. "Careful," She warns in a semi-playful nuance, "or else you'll loose everything you've ever loved."

Yoongi howls in laughter, gazing back at her fearlessly, "I have nothing to love anyways." He lashes all of his might for the mightiest slam, but Subin smashes her palm on the exterior. She doesn't even flinch. 

"What a shame..." She mumbles, "Your lies don't entertain me like they used to."

Yoongi gulps.

What has he done?

"And if you don't want that little precious girlfriend of yours to get a bullet through her brain, you better do every damn thing I say."

❈

Was it just you or did Yoongi seem a little discombobulated this morning? Everything about him was off, even from the way your usual silences hung. He'd spoken in nonstop stutters, asking if he could take you out on a popper date -- in a restaurant where you could just chat without worries.

Of course, you made no mistake in saying a stupidly girlish yes! right away.

You internally facepalm.

Now that you think about it, you should've at least followed the number one rule and waited a minimum of three seconds before replying, to make you seem less desperate.

At the same time we're talking about Min Yoongi here!

By the entrance, you scope the restaurant for Yoongi, his waving hand eventually catching your attention. As your body carries you over in light skips, his gums arch into an eager smile. You quickly avert your gaze, cherry creeping up your cheeks.

Holy-!

Rising from his seat, he circles around the table, gently pulling out your chair. In a gracious glide, he floats back and takes your hand gently into his, "Please, take a seat."

His voice is so honey smooth.

"S-sure." You internally slap yourself for sounding so dumb. Great.

Yoongi however, finds your red-kissed expression oddly cute. In a way it feels reassuring that only he as a man, has that kind of effect on you.

"Anything I can get for you two?"

The soft voice of the waitress interrupts your train of thought.

"I'll have the summer cocktail please."

Yoongi nods slowly, "A margarita would be nice for me." His gaze holds yours and immediately you both break into giddy grins.

"No problem." The waitress sets down two menus and strolls to the back. 

Once beyond earshot distance, you and Yoongi both break out into giggles. "She must feel so awkward." He pops a cheeky grin, head held in hand. You slap his hand teasingly and scrunch your nose. "You make everyone feel awkward."

Yoongi pouts, "It's not my fault I'm cute." He winks.

You nearly choke on your spit.

"Gross." You stick out your tongue. He grasps at his chest melodramatically, sliding down his chair slightly as a pained expression eats away at his face. "Gosh. I'm hurt."

You chuckle, "Just read the menu already you dork."

With a sigh, he rises and reluctantly pulls up the menu you tossed at him. "Fine." He whines through a whisper.

A hard moment of focus passes, but to Yoongi it feels like an eternity. 

There isn't any way for him to take his eyes off you. The more he stares, the more he feels comforted, the more he believes that the strain will be worth it -- because you're worth his everything.

And maybe one day... One day... He'll be able to face you truthfully.

But until then, he'll roll his dice on happiness and savour every memory he can.

"Hey, cut it out." You giggle blushing. "You're staring..."

"I know. A little hard not to." Your head spins as to how he can possibly whisper something so dreamily while simultaneously keeping a shadeless face.

You purse your lips, prepared to speak when you notice Yoongi's focus has shifted to elsewhere. As curiosity bubbles within your chest, you follow his line of sight, eventually landing on the sight of the commotion. 

There, by the entrance, your eyes follow a mesmerizing feminine strut, hips swaying in this naturally graceful roar. Her presence is one that can't go unnoticed. From head to toe, she's a looker; jet black hair tumbling down her back in perfect twists, lips bosomed and crimson, eyes, moons of an unholy midnight.

By now every man in the venue has their eyes peeled to her. All except Yoongi, whose expression wrenches with disgust, occasionally flickering with concern. His palm in yours, suddenly goes limp. His doll-like features drain of their colour.

"Yoongi what's wrong?"

He maintains a painstaking silence, gaze never leaving the beauty.

You frown.

"Hey," You coo tenderly folding his hand in yours. You run your finger along his knuckles and under the candlelight, hushing, "Is there something you aren't telling me?"

Yoongi retracts his palm. His eyes refuse to meet yours, guilt following him like a bloodhound. As the woman approaches the table, Yoongi's lips curl into a vicious snarl.

"Mind if I sit here?"

You look up, waiting a moment before providing an uncertain shrug.

Yoongi hangs his head, jaw flexing with exertion and anger to the point where his lips are visibly quaking.

"Thank you." She smiles, seating herself gently. She crosses one leg over the other and makes perfect eye contact with Yoongi, who's still uneasy. Your stomach rolls as you watch the two share a genuine moment of ogling.

It's unsettling.

You clear your throat first, "Um... Do you two know each other?" You hesitate on the last two words, lips twisted into an unhappy slope.

The two both switch their attention to you.

"No."

"Yes."

Dumbfounded, you tilt your head. Who's lying?

"Yoongi, do you know her?"

He opens his lips to speak only to close them.

Watching him struggle to even mold a proper sentence has you caught in a genuine oblivion. You're not sure what to say, let alone what to do!

When you finally flip back to the woman, she puts on a smile and leans into the middle of the table, chin propped in hand.

"Eh? What's with you?" She scrunches her nose at Yoongi and turns to you. "Actually we know each other pretty well. Right Yoon kitty~?"

You nearly retch at the pet name but somehow manage to keep all the contents of your stomach settled and mask an unpleasant look.

Who the hell is she!?

By now your face has flooded scarlet, filled with all the boiled anger ready to blow any second if she doesn't play her cards right. Unless if she's opting for her burial, she better be the last woman to touch Yoongi.

Not knowing your thoughts had become painfully obvious on your visage, the lady decides to make the first move. Her gaze shifts to you just to give the illusion of demanding permission before she hops back to Yoongi.

For the first time their gazes clash.

She secures a paw under his chin and simpers. Yoongi doesn't even bother to stop her as she meddles with his face like a toddler.

"My my... That's no way to treat your sister."

"What?"

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2019/03/18

GUYS! I'm so sorry for the friggen latest update ever! I've been mad busy lately man! *whines* The truth is... Next year I'll be going to high school ^^; (doesn't feel real right?) and I've been stressing and running around non-stop to find my dream school. So far I've decided to apply to three. I've been missing school to go visit these schools for daily trips and everything and guys, I swear I was gonna update this Saturday! SERIOUSLY I WAS GOING TO!

But do you know what happened to me!?

GUYS I JUST GOT WHIPPED WITH THE MEANEST VIRUS ON THE PLANET!

And I mean MEAN.

This damn bug made me puke my guts out everywhere. Seriously it was ugly.🙄 so yeah, I hope the long chapter makes up for it okay?

Once again I'm so sorry!😫

My life is JUST starting to calm down, so my updates I'm hoping will become closer to once every 2 weeks/week and a half instead of whatever the heck this schedule is. 😅😂

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