"Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like."

-Lao Tzu-
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"Just bring him home."

The impatient Soomin, who was on the edge of her limit, immediately shot the bartender a deadly glare when the shitty idea came out of his lips again for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

Her hand, which was currently grabbing a handful of hair from an uncooperative drunken man, automatically tightened its grip, causing the poor owner of the hair to groan in pain. The horrific scene itself was more than enough to make the bartender take a step back with both hands in the air.

"What should I spit out if I don't even remember it?"

She released her grip on his hair in defeat as Min Yoongi's constant answer replayed in her head. Soomin took her sixth glass of martini for the night and gulped it down as if there was no tomorrow. Sixth? Wow... since when is my alcohol tolerance this high? she wondered. She heaved a deep sigh and took a good look at the helpless man. What should I do with you?

"Why don't you bring him to the hotel across the street?"

Soomin's ears perked up at the unfamiliar deep voice coming from her left side. There was a sleek, dark-haired man in a light blue long-sleeve shirt with a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the first two buttons were left unbuttoned. Though the man was sitting, Soomin could clearly notice that the khaki pants wrapping his lower half nicely complemented his long, slim legs. Another fine man I've found within these couple of weeks, she thought. She blinked and cleared her throat.

"Excuse me?"

"You've heard me," the man coldly said as he kept staring at his glass, not even minding to tilt his head to face the quarreling couple next to him. Soomin glanced at the bartender and whispered, "Who is this stranger?"

The bartender shrugged and whispered back, "As much of a stranger as the both of you are to me. He's been here since this poor guy appeared in front of your nose. But he's right though."

"No. I won't spend my time, energy and money on him. No." This time, her whisper turned out to be loud enough for the stranger to hear. He hummed,  catching the attention of Soomin and the bartender. "Ask the front security to escort him. Check in by using his credit card. Let him crash there for a night. Problem solved."

Silence..

That... sounds like a plan.

Gulping his remaining vodka, the stranger placed his glass down and finally faced the woman with a smile pasted on his flawless face.

Dang! Those dimples!

"Now go, I have had enough headache because of you both this night"

Frowning to the harsh words behind those sweet alluring dimples, Soomin shoved her hand into Yoongi's back pocket to retrieve his wallet from his jeans. Slamming the credit card onto the counter, she paid the bill for both of their drinks. The bartender grinned in relief and allowed the noisy couple to leave without even asking for Yoongi's signature on the bill. "I'll just let you get away with using this stolen card," he said, winking playfully.

"Thank you," she dramatically said as she dragged a silent Yoongi out of the place.

The bartender laughed and yelled back, "You're welcome!"

"Tell me, do you think that I'm a conservative and close-minded person?" the stranger suddenly asked as he handed his emptied glass in the bartender's direction, causing the bartender to frown.

Unsure, the bartender just shrugged and replied, "Uh, no?"

"Good answer," he said as he thanked the bartender for the fourth glass of vodka in his hand. Sigh, what's with these weird customers that I have tonight? the bartender thought as he nodded to the weirdly handsome man who was now enjoying his finally peaceful night alone.

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A beep sound was heard as soon as Soomin tapped the key card to the door lock. Ushering the reek of alcohol Yoongi half-heartedly, she dropped his half conscious body directly onto the king-size bed by throwing him away as if he was a sack of trash.

Groaning and chuckling simultaneously, the guy, who was considered drunk a minutes ago, suddenly sat up straight on the bed and faced the frowning Soomin.

"I thought you'll just leave me at the bar," he said. His eyes looked sober enough that it made Soomin question his previous drunk state. Is he pretending...

"My birthday."

Yoongi snickered as Soomin brows arched up in confuse.

"The password. It's my birthday. But still, I bet you have no idea about it either."

What the- Of course I kno- wait.. when was it again?"

"See?" His mocking chuckled echoed around the silent room. Rolled himself into the comfort bed, he couldn't seem to stop his hysterical laugh. It made Soomin came to the conclusion that this man was absolutely far away from sober state.

Wiping his teary eyes, he then continued his blabbering. "H-how about if I said that the password is the date of his death? Would you know the password?"

March 9. She silently recalled, eyes attached to the sniffling Yoongi.

"And how if I said that the day I lost him is the exact day of my birthday? Oh, you could tell how much God loves me"

Swallowed the visible pain on Yoongi's smiley face, she threw her sight to the plain ceiling above her. The miserable laughing sounds that slipped from his quivering lips was enough to tell Soomin that what he said wasn't a lie. She then took his phone from her bag and typed the date.

Unlocked.

Stupid. She blinked back a pool of tears as she averted her blurry vision back to him. Head ducked, hair mostly covered his pale face, hands shivered, Min Yoongi's wall of defense was slowly crumbling down.

"That. That's the only thing that kept me stay in the line. When I saw you happily bounced like a crazy ball on our way back home because you got your first perfect score at math, I was silently beyond so proud that my little sister had done her best at school." Yoongi paused.

"From one single perfect score to continuously entered prestigious schools, from awkwardly pedaled your first bike to had your driving license, from shyly sang at the very back of your choir at elementary school to confidently gave your high school graduation speech in front of the whole school, you continued to make me smiled in awe. Immersed in my own feeling, I started to feel a little greedy by self claiming you as my own sister." He scoffed and shook his head lightly as if what he had done was the dumbest thing to do in the world.

"Then when the day came each year, the reality would slapped me hard. Reality that you weren't and wouldn't be my real little sister. Just remembering of what I couldn't do to save your real brother made me disgust myself to ever wish you to become mine."

Soomin stunned. She didn't dare to move as she silently listened to his random rants.

"That's why I always keep that date in mind, not as my birthday but as the day I gave up everything I had for you." He crunched his nose and finally let himself stared at the statued Soomin.

"And that also went for that time when I saw you in your mind freezing prom night dress, which revealed more than it should do." This time he groaned and rubbed his face harshly.

That low cut black dress? Didn't he say it was ugly?

"Or when you bit your lower lips each time you felt upset. Then when your chest went up and down harshly as you prolly mad at me. Also when you did your hair into that signature messy ponytail, revealed your bare pale neck. Not to forget the scene of your sweaty figure at summer days, hair messily attached to your sticky face skin as your face blushed due to the heat. You had no idea how much I wanted to have you."

Soomin gasped.

"That damn war of hormone surely flipped my naive brain into another level. It changed me from adoring you as a baby to lustily want you as a woman." His eyes were fixated on hers, there was an unreadable expression on his face. Was it pain? Lust? Hate? Soomin couldn't figure it out.

"The date which I deeply planted on my fucked up mind keep my sanity on its track. Whenever I really wanted to squeeze your cheeks or pat your head, I would take a few step back. Whenever I had the urge to bite your pinkish lips or marked your delicate pale neck, I would run a few meters away. But at the end, it drove me crazy. My mind tricked me so that a small part of it made me think of you as a burden to my already pitiful life"

Burden?

"And now you're here. The clumsy, stupid, ugly, bad anger management duck I've known for years appeared as a classy, brainy, sexy well mannered swan. Did you happen to meet a fairy godmother when I was gone? Ah what should I do know? Should I just fly my ass to the moon and never come back so that I won't bother myself with you?"

Yoongi ruffled his hair in frustration.

"My mind is a mess. My heart is even worse. How could I tell you what you are meant to me when I, myself, can't figure it out? A sister? A lover? A burden? You tell me!"

Flinched at the broke down scene in front of her, Soomin couldn't do anything except to unconsciously let a couple of tear drops rolled down her cheeks. Confused and taken aback by the very unexpected revelation Yoongi had spitted out, the paralyzed Soomin tried to speak but sealed back her lips as she had nothing in her mind.

Silence took over the room.

Bewildered Soomin just silently watched Yoongi who was now covered his reddened face with both of his hands. Her heart thumped wildly. It hurts. Whether because of the erratic heartbeat, the broke down Yoongi or the spoken words, she had no idea what was the thing which made her heart hurt like hell. It hurt to the extend she wanted to rip it out and throw it away.

Then at some point, she finally moved. One, two, and three steps forward, she downed on her knees. "Then let me help you to find the answer" she said as she gently and slowly pulled his hands down from his hidden face.

Soomin #2 consciences:
What are you doing?

Soomin #1 consciences:
I'm not doing anything

Soomin #2 consciences:
Exactly! Why aren't you doing anything?!

Soomin #1 consciences:
Why should I? Isn't it what you always want?

Soomin #2 consciences:
What?! What happened to you?!

Soomin #1 consciences:
Nothing

"Kim Namjoon, what have you done?" Seokjin murmured as he sat blankly in the front of the mirror which was now covered by a thick white veil, hiding everything happened in the hotel room.

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A/N:
What would possibly happen there anyway?

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