"I'm not very well in touch with my emotions. When I love someone, I tend to think I hate them for a short time before something clicks and I realize that I'm obsessed with you"
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~Flashback in Ethan's POV~

"Get up", you said coldly, staring down at the girl at your feet you'd just shoved down. You had to admit, the way she sat there on the ground, so helpless, made you almost feel bad. Almost.

She looked up at you, fire bouncing in her eyes as she wiped her tears on the back of her blue and white uniform sleeve. "Stop".

You snickered. "Like hell I will. You deserve to suffer, brat".

She grunted, obviously disgruntled and you couldn't help but be taken aback by her strong persona. "Get up!"

The girl stood up quickly, he pony tail swinging as she did. You had to admit she was...cute.

You mentally smacked yourself. "I do NOT like this girl", you repeated over and over again.

As she moved closer to your face you could feel her warm breath and the scent of something tropical. Was it coconut?

"If you dare touch me again, I will grind you to a pulp", she whispered with anger bubbling out her mouth through her words. "Saying rude words is enough, I don't need any physical bruises".

You breath hitched as everything clicked.

What the fuck am I doing? What's wrong with me? Goddammit.

Not knowing what to do, you ran quickly for the recess doors, leaving the girl behind you with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Why does she have to be so cute," you muttered.
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~Present Day in Ethan's POV~

"Thank you. Have a nice day", the worker smiled at you as you nodded and took your tea. It fogged up your glasses as you walked out the door and into the chilly air, breathing in the distinct smell of spring.

You continued to walk through town, lost in thought.

"So I have to kill her," you mumbled under your breath.

The text from the assignment sheet floated into your thoughts.

"Due to personal request, we order Bianca Law to be executed by Agent 26842," the paper read. "If you have any further questions, don't hesitate to ask your friendly staff at Heart Industries!"

You mentally screamed in outrage, "Yeah real friendly. Killing people for money. What luck I got having to inherit this company", a disgusted tone even heard in my thoughts.

But still you continued walking, not paying attention to your surroundings. Heading to the only place you could get some peace and quiet. The library.

As you turned a corner, a familiar tropical scent filled the air. Focused on trying to place the smell with a memory, you bump into someone.

"Sorry," you say instinctively.

"E-Ethan...!"

"W-what?" You finally looked down to find a flustered face looking back at you. It couldn't be.

"Bianca?!"

A/N: I apologize if I'm a shitty writer lmao. This chapter was kinda bad but it took me five pieces of chocolate to get me motivated to write. Jk I have no life so I just wrote this for fun. Fml.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and I'm in a bad mood so:

Here's a picture of a pure Yoongi :)