[this is the 4th story of a series. You can read it as a stand-alone if you wish to. However, if you're interested in the whole series, the books are numbered on my account! Thank you for taking the time to read!]

"Why does your nose look like that?" He once said to me, when we were both 7-years-old.

Those words were the first Min Yoongi ever spoke to me.

I remember his mother cooing right after. "Be nice to your future wife, Yoongi-ah!"

Both too young to understand then. But the joking tone she held mustered with her trail of words, ended to be an ignited trail of life instead...

I was his future wife, we both just didn't know it yet.

Brought up in a poor household, the neighbourhood stuck close.  This had my mother and his to befriend each other. Befriending meant bonding, and bonding meant time. Time was a brutal anomaly when it came to the issues regarding these visits.

The issue being: Min Yoongi.

Along with the beautiful aunt that baked me sweet bread, came her devilish 7-year-old who baked, toasted, and platter-served me nothing but pain and insecurity.

Yoongi'd pull my hair,
Steal my toys and teddy bears,
And make fun of my nose for no reason at all.

When we were 11, Yoongi came less but his mother visited often. Like him, the sweet bread disappeared. All I could remember from that year was him spying on me while I practiced piano.

When were were 13, I would always wonder why he ignored me at school. But eventually, I started to ignore him back when he hurt my feelings.

His female friend, Terin, pushed me off the stool in music class. The piano I was playing went silent. Yoongi did nothing but laugh first.

I didn't know why Terin pushed me that year. I didn't know why he laughed and embarrassed me. All I know is that I cried in an empty staircase until the teacher spotted me.

After that, I never spoke to him again nor did I touch a piano key ever again.

When we were 14, our faces and bodies weren't the same. His voice was deeper and I grew taller with curves I couldn't comprehend at first.

I had heard rumours that Yoongi had gotten his first kiss in the same staircase I cried in last year. He also had a new best friend I saw a lot. She was really nice to me but I never got to know her. Sometimes I wonder if she was the one he kissed.

When we were 16, I forgot Yoongi existed. I met a boy. Icarus. His jaw square, his nose sharp, and his eyes big. I fell in love with the way he sang. He spoke to me in jokes and loveable teasing. The boy became my best friend.

When we were 17, Yoongi's mother visited again. I remember having my hand pressed against the doorframe, listening. She was worried and spoke about one of her sons. I couldn't get close enough to hear completely, but I heard enough.

"We've suffered all our lives," she said under her breath, "I can't allow him to pursue such a career. He shouldn't chase for something that is impossible."

She then whispered about the genre of rap, rambled about her husband's strict values, and concluded with bursting in tears. I had never seen a woman shake with such confusion until that day.

When my foot moved to squeak up the stairs, I froze from my mother proposing a question. The question made my skin crawl.

"When is Min Yoongi looking to be married?"

In that moment, I found out the son they were talking about, while catching a glimpse of a promise that'd possibly change my life forever.

When we were 18, I got ready to graduate and pick a degree in Women's Studies. My parents didn't want me studying and "wasting money" since they already had everything planned for me.

I compromised a "Yes," for their arrangements as long as I got to indulge in my further studies. I couldn't tell if this was a smart move or not.

I heard from my mother that Yoongi went by the name of "Gloss", an underground rapper. Being a first to even hear of this, I was surprised to learn of his ambition for music.

I didn't know what to feel. I barely knew the guy, he barley knew me. And yet, our parents made sure we knew every detail about the other.

I knew for a fact Yoongi was probably getting the same treatment from his mother...or was he?

Did he know anything about my accomplishments? Did he hear about my acceptance into a university?

Did he even remember my name still?

When we were 20, our parents stopped bothering us heatedly.

Yoongi debuted under BigHit Entertainment, with a 7-member group named BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan.

I did my first research paper where I participated in field work and experiments. My seminar periods for my final year were coming to a close. I was qualified to graduate early.

Yoongi's news was celebrated more grandly; his parents thrilled and showering the neighbourhood with pride for their son.

I got a pat on the back and a, "what now?" from my parents who teased me at my graduation. I laughed nervously when they did. I didn't know how to answer that question.

When I was 21, I completely forgot about Yoongi existing a second time in my life. I saw him on television here and there, but there was a depth to me that didn't care.

I got a boyfriend this year.

When I was 23, I was an independent woman. I wrote and sold my own scholarly book, I bought my parents a better home, and I created a functioning life with my boyfriend.

It was a year in my life where things were looking up...where things were under my control and power. I felt like the famous women I had studied about in university. I felt powerful and able to conquer everything.

These feelings of accomplishment were stapled to a halt when I turned 24.

At 24, I was forced to remember Min Yoongi's existence again.

Him and his band were successful. As a team they worked to produce music many seemed to enjoy. They won awards and made history. By the looks of how proud Yoongi and his family seemed, it was clear the man was no longer the boy I knew of.

Min Yoongi grew to be rich, successful, powerful, and handsome. He lived, and remains to live out his dreams—

We are both 24 now.

💍

"Stop daydreaming and hurry this up." A grumpy voice spits.

I blink away from the sheet of paper that seals my fate before me. Taking a moment to realize I zoned out, the inability to face my life flashing before my eyes just now, my shaking hand reaches for a pen.

I try to stare at his eyes but he looks to the ground in irritation. Instead, I focus my reddening eyes that brew with tears, over to my mother and father who nod at me slowly.

"Min Yoongi?" I whisper for the first time in forever.

It's as if he hears the wavering in my voice. His eyes shoot upwards while his lips part to speak, "What?"

I glance over all his face.

In a second more, with a sign of this paper...I will be his bride.

In a second more, with a sign of this paper...I will be Min Yoongi's wife.

"Don't treat me poorly." My waver turns into a hiccup as I cry.

"I—"

I sign the paper, interrupting his soft train of words.

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A/N: official first chapter will be up soon. *evil grin* it's gonna be great! stick around! 😊