Rina's Personal perspective:

5 pm, the sky was currently falling dark and crystallised. The wind slightly picked up and blew a chilly breeze against my bare skin, which rapidly calmed my rising nerves. Most racers and athletes despised the wind during their races and competitive games.

But I cherished it, winter was my all time favourite season.

Crouching down and tying the laces of my worn out pair of runners. I took in a deep breath of oxygen in to sedate and collect myself before the race. I then stood, tying my long black hair into a high ponytail, which now reached to my chest.

"Hey Noona!" Hands had instantly wrapped themselves around my waist, sighing when a chin sat against my shoulder and a fumble of giggles left the persons lips, I knew it was Park Jimin.

"Jimin-" My voice was instantly halted when I turned to see Min Yoongi standing not too far beside the younger boy wrapped around me in an affectionate and cheerful hug. Yoongi's void stare pierced into my own cinnamon brown eyes.

"Oh sorry Noona, I didn't know you didn't want Suga-Hyung here." Jimin had rapidly apologised when he pulled away to find the two of us intensely staring each other down. Although I promptly disagreed with Jimin's question, his eyes still held pother and caution.

"Hey Jimin?" The ginger perked up at the arouse of a delicate and soft voice. "Could you grab me a water before the race starts?" Jimin had rapidly nodded, his eyes narrowing into crescents as he grinned before he dispersed through the terrain of people.

My eyes instantly snapped towards the pale skinned boy, his hands deep inside his pair of tight fitted black jeans with big rips through the knees and thighs. While he wore an oversized grey hoodie.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, as he plainly raised an eyebrow towards my tensed form. He had realised I was slightly timid to him being near me, of course I was bothered and agitated! Jun could've already told Yoongi, Yoongi could've already told my friends!

Yoongi scoffed while stepping forwards enough to feel my breath against his own milky skin. A bitter laugh left his lips and I couldn't help but watch them intensely as he spoke. But I snapped out of my haze instantly. This guy was dangerous.

"Do you really think I'd spread shit about you? I'm not that cruel Rina. You're actually lucky I'm helping you." He had then, held out his phone. Nodding his head towards it in anticipation to put my phone number in.

I understood why he wanted and needed my phone number. If I needed that medication it was vital that I get in touch with Yoongi and not just his brother, Jun. Grabbing the phone from his bony and veiny hands, which for some reason made me want to stare at them for a little longer. I snapped away and placed my phone number in.

"Okay, I guess this means we're on good terms." My eyes then creased in realisation. "But- Just so you know, I might not be able to reply to you all the time." I had thought he would've insulted me, because I was intending that I was either busy or couldn't afford the bills that came with having a phone.

But he nodded in understanding.

"Don't worry. I probably won't either." His husky and deep voice sparked from his vocal cords, and his eyes slightly dimmed in something that looked similar to sorrow or either hopelessness.

Warmth invaded towards my chest when his dim eyes flicked towards my own beige ones. He sighed, before he muttered a small "Good Luck."

I had immediately taken a rewind to the time when he had became all sad and monotone. Although, it wasn't something to be happy about and by all means I was feeling terrible at the way he looked, knowing I wasn't the only one struggling right now for once made me feel...

better.

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Wiping the sweat off the nape of my neck with the towel Jimin had just handed over, my inhales and exhales were still falling uneven and slightly rushed, as the nausea was severely bubbling in my stomach. I sighed at the cold contact of air against my skin when I pulled it away to then brush my forehead.

Jimin couldn't stop complimenting and spazzing out on how I had ran. I never usually confess to this stuff, but I recon I've started caring for the boy more then I anticipated on.

While I listened to Jimin's continuous rambling, I didn't even realise the disappearance of the silent and mysterious Daegu boy until he was behind me, placing my icy water against my neck for a way for me to cool from the intense race.

I jumped at the contact, but rapidly cooled when his bitter cold hand grazed over my necks skin. After only a few seconds of it being on my skin, he had rapidly pulled it away. Yoongi had turned to me, and Jimin had finally stopped speaking.

"You're cold enough." He mumbled, before sighing and looking at the time on his watch. His eyes widened. "Shit." Jimin and I had looked towards him with furrowed brows. "I'm late." Like that, he had turned his back from us and had dissipated through the merge of people.

Jimin and I had then walked out from the race track and towards our way home. Through the sound of our feet crunching against the path and the nice silence we held, Jimin had mindlessly giggled.

I turned to him, showing off a miniature smile at his behaviour. "What's up with you?"

Jimin had hummed, placing is hands in his pockets, as a cunning smirk played on his plump lips... Oh no, That smirk isn't good. His eyes twinkled as he had suddenly bit at his bottom lip. "You know... I thought you'd end up alone when you die because you were always so sarcastic. But I forgot Yoongi was also sarcastic."

"Umm..." My eyes narrowed in confusion at his words, and I unintentionally thinned out and bit at my lips as something I usually do when I'm baffled around. "What in the world is that supposed to mean?"

"Well... I think you both would be a cute couple. I me-"

"Min Yoongi? Yoongi is apparently in a gang, dealing drugs, stealing, thrift driving and starting fights." I argued, Jimin immediately and guiltily looked down as his feet shuffled against the floor.

"They're rumours, Noona. Out of all people I thought you'd understand." He sighed, kicking a stone off the path and watching as it disappeared from the eyes sight. He slowly looked towards my chocolate eyes, and I couldn't help but feel the swell of nausea and guilt inside my stomach.

"Jimin-ssi, we both know they aren't all rumours." My eyes were sharp as they looked towards Jimin's half lidded ones. His face suddenly morphed into one of annoyance and slight denial.

"Okay fine." His voice had rapidly turned firm. "He does a majority of that stuff Rina, but that doesn't mean he's a bad person. People like us never get the luxury of food in the pantry and money in our pockets.  So we turn to thinks to distract our selves."

Jimin was getting somewhere, so I let him speak, keeping my lips sealed. "I turned to dancing. You turned to racing. Yoongi turned to music, and music can manipulate people. Out of everyone you'd know that. You'd understand him."

"I-" The words couldn't leave my thinned lips, there was a hard surface stuck in my throat which stopped allowing me to express myself.  " I do understand, I understand what he's going through because not only you have dealt with it but I have too."

"That's not what you said before!" Jimin boiled, curling his hands into tight fists.

"I said and meant I wouldn't be involved with him because he's in a bad place right now. I never said or never gave you the impression that I don't understand what he's going through." I held my anger in, I had always known Jimin and severe anger issues, I needed to calm him down.

"We're all in a bad place right now Baek Rina! You know, when I saw you and him I thought 'she could help him' because I thought you were one of the kindest and purest girls out there! But I guess I'm wrong, I was so wrong! You are manipulative and cruel, you're judging him and you're even dealing with the same thing!"

His eyes boiled and dimmed, and I had immediately wished we had never had this conversation. Oh I wish, I regret saying what ever I did that insulted Jimin. Really I don't understand why he's so worked up, did he really imagine me helping Min Yoongi?

"Go fuck yourself." Jimin spat, rapidly turning on his heel and disappearing through the  dark of night, my eyes were watering but I had enough control to wipe and flick them away.

I knew Jimin wasn't all that angry with me, I knew he didn't actually despise me. It was just his bottled up emotions, he couldn't hold them in for much longer and he spat them straight at me. Over Min Yoongi, he must be more important to Jimin then I anticipated on.

I regretted ever saying 'I never wanted to be involved with Min Yoongi' because the longer I think about it. I want to be involved with Min Yoongi. I in some way wanted to help him, Jimin through I could. And although I'm dealing with my own problems, I could still help him.

"Fuck." I cussed, kicking my foot against my apartments front door.

Then I felt it.

The sudden and strong urge to vomit.

– yo everyone have a great Christmas, this book has more to come ;)