"This is an invasion of privacy." Ara sighed, walking behind the two taller and extremely attractive males through the deepest and emptiest part of the city.

"Who cares?"

"They both would!" Ara barked, her face blushing a scarlet red as she burst in worry and anger. "Why do you say that?" Namjoon scoffed. An excited smile found it away onto his face, as he watched Ara grow irritated.

"BECAUSE-"

A sudden and fierce 'hush' made Ara stop in horror when Jin's face was inches away from her own. A harsh finger ove this mouth indicating to shut up.

Ara nearly melted, nearly.

Jin rapidly turned back, before walking up the steps of a single and small looking apartment complex.

Barging the door open, Ara nearly choked in horror at his simple and careless demeanour, Namjoon followed his Hyung as they stalked through the house.

It wasn't messy as she had expected it to be, the living room they had walked through was spotless, as if no one lived here, the lights were out although the radio was playing some r & b.

"Guys seriously, this is so wrong." Ara sighed, trying to pry at Namjoon's arms as they came to a closed door, which was clearly Yoongi's room.

"Did we have to bring her?" Jin turned to Namjoon, a clear scowl on his face before turning away when getting a silent reply. Ara had believed these guys were gentleman, but oh was she wrong.

He knocked on the door as a single warning, before barging it open. "What did I say Min Yoongi, about skipping school?!"

Whatever they came to see, was simply too boring and far too different to what they expected. No one was in the room. Which baffled not only the two males, but Ara too.

Ara then pulled her phone out of her pocket as they boys started to search Yoongi's simple and dark room, their eyes effortlessly zooming through the space for any intel on where Yoongi or Rina was. Before walking into the bathroom.

"Fuck!" Namjoon burst covering his face, as Jin just simply rolled his eyes and walked straight out, not bothering to deal with the younger male.

"Stop being dramatic." Jin sighed. "It's just bleach."

"But Hyung! It burns my eyes!"

Not only Ara, but the other two had realised, if there was bleach in the bathroom, that had meant Yoongi had finally had to courage to bleach his hair, nonetheless not knowing how to.

Ara had ignored the banter of the two as they searched around the room, typing a text into her phone and sending it to Rina.

Where are you?

There was a sudden vibration of music through the room over the burst of bickers coming from the other two males, under the bed, but it had stopped as soon as it started.

"Bling bling~ by IKON?" Ara whispered to herself. "That's Rina's favourite song..."

Stepping towards the bed, Ara slowly thought this through her small head. She was sure they were under there. But it hit her... Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was just her brain messing with her.

Ara was intelligent, extremely intelligent. Although for some odd reason she couldn't put a finger on why her brain wasn't working as well as it usually would, it would be either she just didn't care and wasn't worrying about her best firmed and her whereabouts, or she was far too tired to process everything.

Both solutions were realistic, Ara knew Rina was extremely self reliant, she also knew she was dealing with personal things and was either just roaming around doing something to get out of the house or her mind, or doing some illegal shit win Min Yoongi.

She just wasn't worrying.

Finally coming up with a solution, she was sure it wouldn't be her. There was a chance she would be with Jimin, or at home, or just roaming to get her mind out of the world for a few hours.

Stepping away from the bed, she sighed. "Come on, they're not here."

"But he has to!"

"Maybe I was right." Ara sighed. "They don't know each other, I'm sure she's at home."

A sudden groan came from the two boys, before all three descended from the apartment. Leaving the house, Ara couldn't help but slap Namjoon on the side of the head.

"I hope you never do that again! Invading and walking into his home was mean and disrespectful."

"She's so childish." Namjoon ignored, blankly flicking the girl on the forehead without even looking her way.

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If the three had barged into Min Yoongi's room an hour before the trio actually did so, they would've caught Baek Rina scrubbing through Min Yoongi's bleach dyed hair.

So before the three barged into Min Yoongi's apartment, Rina had been silently combing through the males hair, before she officially started her work.

"How do you know this'll suit you?" Rina sighed, curving her brown eyes over the males scalp, combing her hands through the thick black and now wet and shampooed hair.

Yoongi sighed under his breath, as small tsk leaving his lips before his eyes moved away from his phone and moved his head towards the roof to meet the tired girls eyes.

Yoongi was sitting below and in front of her, on a small wooden chair, the back of the chair sitting flush against the girl's front as she stood behind, getting ready to bleach his gorgeous black hair.

"Because I know." Was his reply.

Rina hummed ignoring his words, rolling her brown orbs before looking away from the males darker ones and towards his slim and exhausted body through the mirror in the bathroom.

"You have bags under your eyes, haven't been sleeping?" It was more of a comment that left her thin pink lips rather than a question.

Yoongi looked back towards his phone, trying to ignore her words, although it was purely obvious the male hadn't been sleeping well, he had even texted her at 4am saying he couldn't seem to sleep either and that 'apparently' sleeping beside someone helps...

Through the ignored silence, his words weren't spat, but had a sudden tone that Rina couldn't even place, nor even Yoongi could understand the feelings he held when he looked towards the girl's pale and exhausted face as he spoke towards the mirror and at her eyes, as she mindlessly combed the bleach through his black hair, plastic gloves covering her fragile hands from being bleached.

"You haven't been sleeping either."

"What tells you that?" Rina slightly scoffed, of course not at her drug dealer (it sounded worse, by reality he was helping her in a good way.) but personally at her own faults and problems.

"My bags? Pale skin? Thin and tired fra—"

"No." Yoongi sighed, taking a deep breath before he spoke again and towards Rina, towards the mirror, maybe for the eleventh time meeting her wary eyes. "— You just seem sad, lonely."

A scoff left her lips. "Why are you acting so cliché?"

Yoongi ignored the sting to her words, rolling his brown orbs and held his groan as he couldn't bare, wanting to moan at the hands dragging through his scalp, which bothered him, he shouldn't be attracted to her, to no one, music was the only thing he needed, not a sexual relationship with someone who wasn't even interested.

He only used strippers and prostitutes, hardly... But he still nonetheless did.

"You should've listened to my advise." A slight tinge of tease in his words as he slyly smiled up at the girl, his head having to crank up so high.

He observed as she rolled her watery brown eyes, before a small sniffle left her nose. But it was gone as soon as it came, and Yoongi had an urge of worry, a sudden and dull pain in his chest.

"It does help, really."

"It's not that I don't believe you, Suga." The sound of his underground nickname on her tongue made him feel uncomfortable, maybe even hurt. He personally preferred it when she called him Yoongi, it sounded far more better on her tongue.

"I'm sure it does, before my dog passed away, he used to cuddle me to sleep, it helped me far more then I ever realised."

Yoongi only hummed, agreeing with her short and quickly said words, before she had shut her lips and looked away from his gaze.

She didn't often talk about her little dog, she didn't understand why she openly talked about him, maybe Yoongi was just someone she was finally relaxing towards.

"What was his name?"

"Ayato."

"Tokyo ghoul fan?"

An evident scoff left Rina's lips, although it was soft and teasing.

"Of course, who couldn't love it?"

As soon as Yoongi's pink and plucked red lips moved to speak, as soon as Baek Rina's pale hands moved to place the plastic shower cap over Yoongi's now bleached hair, which only needed another few hours before it could be taken off and rinsed.

There was a sudden knock of the door.

Yoongi's eyes suddenly widened, he was in rapid alert as he wrapped his thin, pale hands around Rina's wrists, pulling her towards his bedroom.

"Wait—" Rina hurried, ripping her hands away from Yoongi's grip to get the shower cap, rapidly pulling it over his used to be black hair.

He only rolled his eyes, before words tumbled out of his mouth, as he heard his Hyung's words.

"What did I say Min Yoongi about skipping school?!"

"They can't know we're with each other." The two both burst out at the same time, not bothering to call jinx, double jinx. Yoongi pulled you toward the bed, before crawling under and effortlessly hiding.

Rina quickly followed.

The gap, the space the area was far too tight and combust for the both of them, Yoongi had a double size bed which stood tall enough for the two to have their shoulders face the mattress, but the only problem was having to share such a close proximity with each other.

Yoongi couldn't bare how close but so far she was lying to him, so moving his hands forwards to catch her waist and tug her forwards was the only thing he did, which both made them flush between each other, while Yoongi continued to hold his hands at her small waist, Rina couldn't help but turn a slight pink at the cheeks.

They listened as three people bickered, but Rina was in shock when she heard her best friend— Ree Ara, with the two. Complaining and bickering about how rude this was, which she wasn't wrong about.

Rina was about to sneeze, the dust underneath this bed was over-consuming and burned her eyes and nose, luckily Yoongi had the bright idea to push her head against his chest as she quietly sneezed, which helped far more then he would've thought.

"Thanks." She whispered, pulling away, only to meet the glower of Min Yoongi, who wasn't coldly glaring but looked to be admiringly staring, his eye lids didn't flutter at all as he continued to trace his hands over her waist.

He was most likely in a daze, he didn't even realise.

"Fuck" they continued to listen as Namjoon and Seokjin bickered, they occasionally rolled their eyes from underneath the bed, but other at they were utterly silent...

Till Rina's phone rung.

Rina was quick on it, pulling it from her back pocket of her ripped black jeans and quickly, rapidly, in a matter of seconds turned it off.

"What the fuck was that." Suga scowled under his breath, his eyes suddenly darkened in obvious annoyance although he luckily didn't look angry enough to want to kill her.

"Ikon, you know Bobby?"

"Yes." Yoongi scowled, at her words he visibly tried not to laugh, this was a side of her he hadn't seen before.

"He's Ara's bias."

"How are you not worried that they might hear us?"

Rina only hummed, before looking up and ignoring the males hands as he continued to trace his fingers over the skin of her waist.

"Is that cocaine?" Rina whispered in slight worry, possibly regret seeped her features as she caught the sight of white in a small plastic bag above their heads.

Yoongi's annoyance widened, although it was strange and slightly light heartening to see Rina in such a careless mood, that definitely wasn't cocaine above their heads.

"No." He snapped, tightening his hands on her waist, Rina could clearly feel his warmth, the sting of his hold. It didn't hurt her as much as she thought, she was just overreacting.

Or maybe it did hurt, Yoongi couldn't tell, she hid her true feelings well.

"It's your medication."

"oH"

— So sorry for the late update! I'm so busy and am dealing with some personal matters. :(

Please spread this books around, this is one of my least successful books I've wrote and right now its one of 2 that aren't on hold or complete!

:,( I love him so much.