A WEEK LATER.

They knocked on the door, a little too quietly. Mrs. Kim was the one to open it for the silver haired and the brunette.

"Boys! Your friends are here!" She yelled. Of course, they all had to trick them into thinking they're 'just friends from their neighborhood'.

y/n got to the door first, welcoming the two boys to sit on the couch. She sat across them.

"So, how ya been both of you?" She asked, sipping on her cappuccino.

"Pretty good, I guess" jimin spoke quietly. She had just noticed, they're both seem kind of down, plus to that hoseok is looking pissed for some reason.

"So uhh.. mind to give me the reason for your coming at 6 AM... While the others are still asleep?"

Hoseok looked away, crossing his arms. Jimin looked at him with sympathy, before turning to y/n and speaking.

"We... came to tell you that we've lost our job"

"THEY FOUND OUT?!" She stood up, pissed, but jimin held her arms, sitting her down.

"No they didn't.. they fired us because we couldn't find the prince. They said we were supposed to be the finest guards they have, and we failed.." he looked at hoseok, who still had his eyes anywhere but them.

y/n felt bad for them, she couldn't believe that they just lost the only way they can gain money from. She faced hoseok for an explanation, but noticed the bandage on his neck.

"Hoseok.. what happened?"

Jimin chucked nervously while scratching the nape of his neck. "He.." jimin began. "... May or may not have tried defending us and the king got angry. He slashed the side of hoseok's neck and now he's pissed." Hoseok rolled his eyes and finally looked at them.

"Well we were their loyal guards all these years! But only one mistake, and we're fired!! they were then supposed to give us the money!! But did that happen? NO!! They fuqing cheated us!!! AND NOW I HAVE NOWHERE TO LIVE, AND JIMIN'S BROKE, A–"

"HOSEOK just calm your ass!" I held him by the shoulder, attempting to calm him down.

"She's right hoseok, calm down, it's gonna be ok. And don't worry, my family's not as broke anymore"

Hoseok took a deep breath, before holding me tight in a hug, his head resting on my shoulder. I couldn't understand what was happening, but I hugged back.

"y/n.. can you just promise me that you won't tell him? Don't say a word that we're fired please. Knowing yoongi hyung, he'd blame himself. He hates being a burden." Hoseok spoke softly.

I nodded. I felt another arm around me, and it was jimin's, holding both hoseok and I.

Yoongi better be grateful for having them, people who wish him to be happy and truly care for him, I thought.

. . . . . . . . . . .

FROM THE ONLY GIRL'S VIEW.

Without another word, hoseok and jimin left.. Just like that. I thought of their words, and decided to go by them, and not tell him, for some things are just better to be unknown.

I tucked myself in bed and drifted off again into my dreams.

. . . . . . . . . .

It was around the evening, when seokjin came running to my room. He barged in without even knocking, which surprised me to say the least. Without even letting me speak, he closed the door and sat beside me on the edge of the bed.

"Okay just what's wrong?" I asked. He didn't answer, but threw me his phone with a stern face.

"This is serious.." he muttered. I darted my eyes to the device before me, and my eyes widened. I couldn't believe anything I saw.

BREAKING!!

On October 12th, 7:00 AM, the Min family were brutally murdered and found by one of their guards, kang lee-sung. The murderers' identity were revealed due to the security cameras placed throughout the palace, 2 men who are claimed to be abducters and serial killers, by report files. All the details are still unknown and are down for further investigation.

"Holy shit..." I threw the phone to my side on the bed, still in disbelief.

"Exactly." He said. "..Now how do you think he'd feel if he learns of that?" He questioned. I thought for a minute.

"Let's just not tell him." I suggested.

"You're saying he won't find out?"

"Inform jungkook and tae of the situation, and just keep it a secret. We can't have anyone telli–"

"y/n, it's all over the media!" He raised his voice a little, but enough to make me listen. I just lowered my head, feeling quite the Shock at the news.

"Look, I'm sorry.. its just...." I paused, thinking of why I jumped into such rash decisions. "... I'm really worried about him"

Seokjin nodded, understanding that foreign feeling. It was quite for some time, just the sound of our breathing was heard. That is, until seokjin spoke.

"Well, we can't hide anything from him, and we can't tell him either. I'm thinking of just not speaking of it, and see. If he found out, then let it be, but if he didn't, then that's great..." He looked at me with stern eyes.

"And DON'T. Don't try hiding it from him. If he asked, answer. Other than that, not a word comes out of your mouth." I looked at him straight in the eyes and nodded hesitantly.

Well what a shitty day indeed, I thought.

. . . . . . . . . .

Yoongi was working alot on his music today, so it wasn't a surprise that he ended up asleep fast.

I thought of seeing the news on the TV, to perhaps know more of the murder case. When I sat on the couch, I felt something hard underneath me, yoongi's pens, along with today's songs he wrote.

I should probably give him those. he'll kill me if he knew I sat on them, I thought.

I knocked softly on his door. No answer. I figured he's still sleeping, so I entered, and placed the papers on his desk.

Before leaving, I took the chance and stared at him. His sleeping position always made me feel tons of butterflies in my stomach, always curled up in a ball on the left side of the bed ever so cutely, how only half of his face was showing from how he's covered in the blanket like a burrito.

Aww fuq I need to draw a portrait of him so bad, I thought.

I ran to my room and brought my sketch and pencils, before sitting quietly on his bed. I started drawing the beauty before me.

About an hour later, and I was about to finish the drawing, I heard a few barely audible grunts, and perhaps heavy breaths. An uneasy expression on his face, I figured it was a nightmare. I decided to wake him up.

"Yoongi.. wake up. It's a nightma–" I was interrupted when I heard him yell for a second. He immediately woke up and just sat straight, panting heavily.

"Hey, it's okay....it's just a nightmare yoongi" he looked at me with a terrified expression, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He had his face hurried in my back while he back hugged me.

And. I. Couldn't. Move. For. God's. Sake.

"y-yoong–"

"I'm sorry, just... Please.. one more minute.." his arms tightened around me even more. That's when I got it.

He's scared.

"What's so scary yoongi?" I asked.

"I dreamed..." He began, and I wish he didn't.

"... That my parents died."

. . . . . . . . . .

This motherfuqer seokjin is making life harder for me, I thought, recalling earlier's memory.

"I dreamed... That my parents died."

*Internal screeching*

Poker face on y/n, poker face on baby, don't freak the fuq out, I thought...

"o-oh.. really?" I asked, acting dumb. He nodded against my back cutely.

"Didn't you say you hate them?" I asked quietly, not sure if it's appropriate to even ask that.

"I hate them.. but I never wished them death" he replied, slowly letting himself go from me. I nodded, sitting properly so I'm facing him.

"It's okay.. i-its just a nightmare yoongi, nothing there is real" I fake smiled, when I was internally screaming at myself guilty.

He smiled warmly. "Yeah, I believe you."

Fuq my life, I thought.

. . . . . . . . . .

"HEY SHITHEAD!!" I yelled, busting the bathroom door open with no hesitation whatsoever.

"IT'S SHITHEAD OPPA FOR YOU!!!" Seokjin yelled back, getting back on fixing his pretty hair in the mirror.

I closed the bathroom door out of anger and cornered the tall boy against a wall, holding him by his arms as he stared at Me with shock written all over his face.

"Ooookayy, I'm not ready for that yet y/n baby" he said with a nervous chuckle. His stupid remark made me way angrier, that I shot daggers at him.

"Guess what shit face?" I said in a cold tone.

"Huh–?"

"Your fuqing rules made me say the stupidest thing to yoongi, and because of that, once he finds out about their death, he'll be fuqin' broken" seokjin raised and eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, confused.

"What happened?" And with that, I had to explain everything to him.

"Well shit you messed up real bad dickhead" he spoke ever so casually, as if it's no big deal.

"Do you want your ass beat?" I threatened.

"Plea– i-i mean, Look baby it's not my problem, but yours. I've got nothing to do with this..." He grabbed his hair brush and opened the bathroom door, exiting ever so casually.

"It's not my fault you're stupid hun!" He yelled from a distance, walking past jungkook who was on his way to the bathroom. He noticed me walking out of the bathroom as well, and turned away immediately.

"Holy shit what in the incest fuqery did I just witness?" He muttered under this breath, thinking I never heard it.

"It's not what you think kook" I said, tired from all that stress. He just gave me a weird look.

. . . . . . . . . .

It was past 10, and I figured that the prince was asleep by now, so I thought that watching the news for more details might not be so bad. It was the only perfect timing I could get.

"Wassup" taehyung plumped beside me, but I didn't look at him, just hummed, hence I was flipping through channels.

"Mmmmm–ah! Found it!" I said a little too loudly. Taehyung looked at me with a confused face, before turning to the TV, when he saw the pale dead bodies filled with blood, he gasped with eyes so wide. His mouth was wide agape, he couldn't speak.

"Yes, they died." I clarified, still not facing him, with a face of sadness. He clasped his hands over his mouth in utter shock.

"D-doe–"

"No, he doesn't.. and please don't say any–" a loud breaking sound was heard. I stopped upon hearing it in fear for the worst to happen. I turned around, and was met with a wide eyed yoongi, just standing there with, I suppose was a plate, chattered before him into bits.

His eyes darted from the TV and met mine. They went dark, yet sad.

"What the fuq?"