Manager Kang carefully opened the door, Jimin silently trailing behind him with heavy footsteps. Lights flashed outside, numerous reporters and journalists, throwing questions towards the actor, asking why he was wandering the mall alone.

As Jimin took the universal remote and pressed a button, all the lights in the room turning on, Manager Kang scaled the area and pulled down all the windows' blinds, blocking out all the flashing lights.

Jimin pulled off his hoodie, tossing it to the sofa, exposing his checkered long sleeve polo, and walked to the kitchen to grab a can of soda. Once he came out and opened it, he paused when he felt Manager Kang's burning stare. "What?"

"Don't you what me, Park Jimin," Manager Kang scolded as he tapped his foot, eyes glued to the back of Jimin's head. "This is the third time you've snuck out this week."

Jimin pulled out a chair and sat, placing both of his feet on the glass dining table, carefully sipping the soda. He raised an eyebrow, an action he knew Manager Kang didn't like. "And?"

"You can't keep doing that, Jimin," Manager Kang was steaming, yet he still contained his composure, since even attempting to hit the singer would cost him his job. "You were mobbed today. What if you get kidnapped next time?"

"Maybe if you'd let me out of this prison once in a while, then I wouldn't even think of sneaking out," Jimin said sarcastically, taking an apple from the glass bowl of fruits and biting into it harshly. He wasn't the type to get angry, but when it comes to situations like this, he knew exactly what to do.

Manager Kang finally snapped, so he stonped towards Jimin, bending downards to make eye contact the singer, who was giving him a smug look while noisily chewing the apple.

"Jimin, you're an internationally known star with millions of fans all over the globe, we can't just let you out from time to time. The media will watch your every move, which can lead to a scandal. Antis might even kidnap you and ask for ransom, you know the management can't pay for it, if ever that happens!"

"Is that all I am to you?," Jimin adjusted his position, crossing his arms, eyebrows raised and head tilted slightly to the side, his orange bangs swaying to the side as he did. "A source of money?"

Manager Kang took deep breaths, calming down, and stepped backwards, an obviously fake look of sympathy on his face. "Jimin... don't misunderstand. You're like a son to me."

Bullshit. That's what you require me to say in every interview.

Jimin looked away, staring at the blue and white painting on the wall across him, which was a gift from a friend. He just stared at in silence, not wanting to see the face of his manager, wondering if everything would have been different if he chose a different path for his life.

Manager Kang sighed loudly before taking out a folded piece of paper and walking towards Jimin. He handed to the singer, who didn't even acknowledge it, so it was placed on the table instead. "This is your schedule for the next two weeks. Read it carefully."

Jimin didn't move, merely glancing at the paper through the corners of his eyes. "Leave."

Manager Kang sighed, walking towards the stairs, since he and Jimin lived in the same house for... reasons. Once he reached the bottom step, he took one last glance at the singer. "If you didn't want this kind of life, Jimin, then you should have thought it through before agreeing to become a celebrity."

Jimin remained silent as Manager Kang fled up the stairs, the sound of a slamming door ringing shortly after. He sighed and glanced at his ring, which shined under the light, although it was gray. It was a gift from his father, who had disappeared since then, and he cherished it more than anything.

"Father," Jimin spoke to his ring as if though it was his father, since he could feel his presence through the gem, as if he was still present and watching over him. "I've got the career I've always wanted... but why am I not happy?"

-

"My daughter, I'm sorry."

"M-Mom?"

"Please come with this man, he will keep you safe. There... there is no more hope for your father and I."

"Mom?!"

"Come with me, little on—"

"No! I want mommy and daddy!"

"...I'm sorry—"

Your eyes were wide as the dream, no, nightmare jolted you awake, beads of sweat dripping down your face. You took deep breaths as your fingers dug into the sheets.

It was strange, since you've stopped having nightmares after K revealed herself to you and told you of your fate as a guardian. What's even stranger was that you dreamt about your parents, two people you didn't even remember, but somehow you were absolutely sure that the woman's voice belonged to your mother.

But who was the man your parents had entrusted you to? You didn't recall anything about him... only that you were brought to the orphanage.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone shook your shoulder and called your name. Still in a trance, you turned and saw Jin sitting next to you, his eyebrows crossed. He was still wearing the all black leather outfit, but he had taken off his helmet and his face mask.

"Sky? Sky, are you alright?," Jin continued to shake you worriedly, since you were still staring at him with no words. You then noticed that Yoongi was leaning on the door frame with crossed arms, expression blank, although his lips were slightly curled downwards, which meant that he too was worried about you.

"Jin?," You finally squeaked out, making the said bearer sigh out of relief. Yoongi smirked, glad that you were fine, but he looked down to try and hide his smile.

"Oh, thank God," Jin ran a hand through his blonde hair and that was when you noticed you were on a bed, in a room that looked... well-furnished. "For a second there, I thought that the darkness from the blood tart was still taking an effect on you."

"Where are we?," You stared down at your clothes, fearing the thought that one of them had changed your clothes while you were unconscious, but when you realised that you were wearing the same thing, you smiled, knowing very well that Yoongi and Jin respected you as a woman.

"I bought a small cottage at the edge of town a while back. Don't worry, I'm the only one who has access to it, not even my father can trace it," Jin smiled reassuringly while massaging your hand, although you could tell that he was a bit sad, since faking his death basically meant cutting off all connections with his parents.

"What... what happened?," You rubbed your head, recalling the seemingly high sensation that you felt after consuming the tart. Weirdly, you had no memory of what happened after you started attacking the monsters in the mall.

Jin's smile instantly faded at your question, making you wonder if anything bad happened while you were in that state. He glanced at Yoongi, who shook his head at the older boy, mouthing a "no." Despite this, Jin had decided to go against Yoongi.

"Remember the blood tart? It turns out that there was some kind of spell enchanted into the pastries, and the two of us who consumed it were given hallucinations. Thank God that Yoongi wasn't able to eat one, right?," Jin pat your hand in a rhythm, doing his best to comfort you, since he was about to tell you information that wasn't really... pleasing. He used his free hand to gesture towards the blue gem that was resting on his chest. "I was able to heal myself, thanks to the gem, but you..."

"Me?," You furrowed your eyebrows, Jin looking away. Yoongi stared at you with a scowl, but you didn't know if it was directed towards you or Jin. "What about me?"

"Well—"

"You were fine, Cloud," Yoongi suddenly cut off Jin, walking towards you, earning a stare from the older boy. He crossed his arms and huffed a sigh, his face void of any emotions and head slightly tilted to the side. "You did damage some of the mall's property but you didn't injure anyone."

"Really?," You smiled widely and slumped on the bed, both your hands clamped over your abdomen. "That's good to hear."

Jin was still staring at Yoongi, who just shrugged at him. There was a silence in the room and you stared at the two guys in confusion as they stared at each other. You wondered if there was something the two knew that you didn't.

"Hey, Sky," Only Jin's eyes moved towards you, still facing Yoongi. "Are you hungry? I can cook something for you. Do you specifically want any dish?"

"...Anything spicy will do," You noticed that Yoongi was staring at you but you couldn't read his expression. These days, he's been acting strange around you and you honestly had no idea why.

Jin nodded before he let go of your hand and stood up. Yoongi shuffled towards you, but the older boy grabbed his wrist before he could reach out to touch you. "Yoongi, I'm going to need your assistance in the kitchen. Do you mind?"

Multiple expressions crossed Yoongi's face but he finally decided to keep a frown as he stared at Jin, who was slowly growing impatient. Yoongi glanced at you, his expression softening. "We'll be right back, Cloud."

As soon as the door closed, Jin hissed towards Yoongi. "What are you doing?!"

"Yah, yah, let's head to the kitchen first. Cloud says that she's hungry, right?," Yoongi spun on his kneel and waved, holding an item between his fingers. When Jin realized that it was his motorcycle keys, he immediately took it back from him. "Be careful around me. You never know what you'd lose."

Jin clicked his tongue and brushed past Yoongi, opening the door to the kitchen, which was a bit too pink for Yoongi's taste. He made a mental note to be more aware of the younger's sneakiness. "Why did you lie to Sky?"

Yoongi was busy staring at the variation of ladles and pans that were lined up in the cupboard, so it took him a while to reply. He smirked a bit, teasing Jin. "What are you talking about?"

Jin took deep breaths to calm himself as he put an apron and gloves. The first thing he took out from the shelf was a can of chili flakes, since you requested a spicy dish. "Why didn't you tell Sky the truth?"

"What do you expect me to tell her?!," Yoongi growled, slamming his hand on the counter top, which almost made Jin drop his frying pan. "Do you really rhink it's better to tell Sky that she injured a ton of people, instead of lying and reassuring her that everything is fine? Imagine how she would feel! She'll be crushed!"

Jin poured the cooking oil into the pan as he stared at Yoongi's angered face, something suddenly clicking in his head. He decided to test out if what he thought really was right. "Sky would be upset if she finds out that---"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Seokjin," Yoongi's eyes were glowing orange, his teeth growing into fangs, and Jin took a step backwards because he could feel the other's anger, which intimidated him greatly. "She won't. I won't let her. I'd rather lie for the rest of my life than pain her with the horrible truth."

With that, Jin knew that he was right. He was about to smile and shoot a teasing gesture towards Yoongi, then he noticed that the wood under his palm was burning, and a pillar of dark smoke was filling up the room. "H-Hey, your hand!"

Yoongi frowned, then he flicked his eyes towards his hand, pulling it back when he realized that he had unconsciously summoned a fireball under his palm. Jin immediately splashed water on it before the whole kitchen could burn, his eyes now blue.

"Sorry," Yoongi broke the silence after calming himself down, his arms crossed and gaze towards the floor. "My anger got the best of me."

Instead of replying, Jin stared at Yoongi with a wide smile, knowing that he had figured something out that the other didn't know himself. As he cracked an egg, sprinkled salt on it and let it sizzle, he let out a small laugh. "You like her."

Yoongi's eyes widened but he covered his mouth with his face to try and hide his expression. Of course, he failed. "What are you talking about?"

Jin just chuckled. He knew that Yoongi was a fish and he was caught in his net, no way in and no way out. He left the egg to cook and walked over to the cupboard to gather ingredients for his special spicy sauce. "Yoongi, you like Sky."

"No, I don't," Yoongi rapped out and turned, suddenly finding the wall very interesting. He was scowling, both at Jin and himself.

Jin laughed as continued to mix the sauce in the bowl. He then poured it into the egg, the sizzling becoming even louder. "I'm not stupid, Yoongi, it's obvious. Your little speech just proved it. I never knew that you had cheesy side within you."

For a moment, Yoongi remained silent and recollected his thoughts. He never had a... crush when he was younger, so this feeling of attraction towards another individual was new to him. Needless to say, he was confused.

"Shut up," Yoongi gritted his teeth, facing Jin with beet red cheeks. This caused Jin to laugh out loud, still amused by how younger people were when it came to crushes and love.

"How long have you two been acquainted before we met?," Jin whistled when he perfectly flipped an egg. Yoongi was annoyed at how Jin was so calm, while he was panicking on the inside.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Was there something wrong with my question?"

"...A few days or a week. I'm not... I'm not really sure," Yoongi stares at his feet and rocked back on forth on his feels, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Jin was surprised by this, since, despite being together for only a few days, he knew that Yoongi's nervousness was a rare sight.

"You look like you're going to explode any second, Yoongi," Jin said with a teasing smile, while Yoongi just turned away, his back now facing him. "Studies say that it only takes a few days for a man to fall in love."

"You're not helping, Blondie."

Jin chuckled and shuffled towards the rice cooker. "What do you like about Sky?"

There was a silence before Yoongi finally replied: "I don't like her."

"Whatever you say," Jin shrugged and pressed a few buttons to set the timer. He then leaned on the counter and faced Yoongi (actually his back) with crossed arms. "You should go and talk to her."

"Are you crazy?," Yoongi looked over his shoulder, still refusing to face Jin, since his face was still red. "I'm not going in there after what we just talked about."

Bingo. "So you do like her."

"I—"

"Look, Yoongi, I'm doing my best to help you out," Jin sighed loudly and ruffled his own hair. "You should help yourself too."

Finally, Yoongi turned around completely, his lips pursed together awkwardly. His face was no longer red but there was a slight blush on his cheeks. "I don't get it. Why do you want to help me? Don't you hate me?"

"I do," Jin said with a shrug, earning a look from Yoongi. He then smiled widely, showing off his pearly white teeth. "Still, you're my friend."

Friend. It was one of the many things that Yoongi never had in his life. Could it be... that he had finally found one.

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his place and he was glad that the rice cooker behind Jin dinged. Silently, Jin took a plate and scooped out some rice, also sliding the egg onto it from the pan. After garnishing it with a bit of parsley, he placed it on a tray, next to the glass of milk he had poured earlier, and handed it to Yoongi.

"Here," It was when Jin spoke that Yoongi finally took the tray, staring at the breakfast set with raised eyebrows. "If Sky asks, I'm cleaning up in the kitchen."

"...Thanks, Seokjin."

Jin smiled to himself as he heard Yoongi close the door. He didn't know which was better, the smell of the newly cooked rice or the fact that he had found a new friend within Yoongi.

-

"Hi, Yoongi."

That was the first thing Yoongi heard after he opened the door to the bedroom, which actually took him a few minutes to do since he nearly backed out. He coughed as he set the tray on the bedside desk and quietly sat on the chair.

"Where's Jin?," You asked as drooled over the breakfast set. You couldn't even describe how hungry you were.

"...He's cleaning up in the kitchen," Yoongi's voice was lower than usual and he himself was shocked by this. He silently placed the tray of food on your lap, staring closely at you as you clasped your hands together and prayed.

"Thank you for the food!," You licked your lips as you grabbed your utensils. Then, you paused when you caught Yoongi staring at you, which made him turn away instantly. "Hey, Yoongi, have you eaten yet?"

"Y-Yeah, I have," Yoongi mentally slapped himself. He cleared his throat to hopefully shatter the awkward atmosphere in the air. Why was he stuttering? "Hey, Cloud, what did your boyfriend think about your silver hair?"

You stopped chewing midway and turned towards Yoongi with raised eyebrows. He braced himself, but he didn't expect you to laugh out loud. "Boyfriend? That's funny. Yoongi, I'm only seventeen, I've never had a boyfriend."

Yoongi couldn't help but smirk so he covered his mouth with his hand to cover it up. "Oh."

"Why did you ask?"

Well, a beautiful girl like you should have had a boyfriend, right? Wait, Min Yoongi, what the hell are you saying?! "Just curious..."

"Oh," You sipped on your glass of orange juice and sighed. You leaned on the headframe of the bed, being careful to balance the tray and not let it fall off the bed. "Yoongi... I'm curious about something, why do you have perfect control over your powers? Like... you didn't even need to get used to it..."

To be honest, Yoongi didn't know himself. After his gem awakened, it was as if it was automatic, and he immediately knew what to do. It was like he always had control over fire and he just... revived his powers. He opened up his palm, a dancing flame floating just a few inches above, making his eyes flash orange for a split-second. "I don't know, Cloud. I just... know."

A silence. Yoongi frowned, thinking if you were doubting him. "What do you think is Jimin's gem?"

Yoongi smirked. "Seeing at how he bought a magazine of himself, maybe he owns the wind gem."

This remark made you burst into laughter and Yoongi couldn't help but laugh as well as he watched you form tears. "Hey, Sky—"

"Guys?"

Jin was peeking through the doorway, his blonde hair now messy because of how he hastily took off his apron. He flinched when he caught Yoongi's glare, which was literally burning and boring into his skull. To apologize, he slightly bent down his head. "Sorry to intrude but I think this would be of interest to you two."

You and Yoongi glanced at each other, realizing that it was serious matter since Jin looked worried sick. Yoongi placed the tray of food aside as you sprung out of the room.

"Tch," Yoongi clicked his tongue and whispered to himself with a low voice. "Damn you, Kim Seokjin."

While Yoongi continued to fume and rant in his head, he entered the living room, which was furnished with antique vases, sculptures and paintings, which was a mixture of both Jin and his father's tastes. In the center of the room was a long, red leather sofa, which was resting in front of the thirty-two inch television.

Yoongi saw you walking towards Jin, who was standing at the side and staring at something in his hands, so you walked to him as well. The two of you had to stand on your toes to look over his shoulder, which frustrated both of you greatly.

"Jin?," You flicked your eyes towards Jin, whose lips were trembling and teeth gritted. Even Yoongi felt his tension and glanced at him in worry. "Are you—"

You paused when you saw a tear fall and land on the photo frame in Jin's hands. It was at that moment that you and Yoongi realized that he was silently crying the whole time. The picture he was holding had three little boys...

"Seokjin," Yoongi held Jin's shoulder and you were surprised by how... friendly he was towards him. "Are you okay?"

This action from Yoongi snapped Jin out of his trance, so he wiped his tears away with his sleeve and placed the framed photo back on the shelf. His expression hardened and he was doing his best to cover his weak side. "I'm fine. Now, about what you guys need to see..."

Before you could protest, Jin took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button, turning on the television.

"We have approximately one week before the most-anticipated party of the year! This party is famous for its dashing attendees, celebrities and personalities."

Both you and Yoongi sat on the sofa and watched the brunette newscaster state the latest news, Jin standing behind with crossed arms, in deep thought, not at all paying attention.

"The guests range from child-star IU, veteran actor Song Joongki and of course, the most popular singer today, who has sold millions of copies of albums across the globe, Park Jimin!"

The frame switched to a clip of Jimin performing in Japan (you could tell by the Japanese text in the background), belting out impressive high notes while bouncing on stage, crowd in sync. He looked like he was enjoying every second of his performance, which made you feel... happy.

"Why are you showing—"

Yoongi was cut off by Jin, who embraced the two in a big hug, while kneeling behind the sofa. He started to chuckle, which honestly scared you a bit.

Jin looked up and smirked. "Well, we have to get Jimin, right? Are you guys ready to party?"