"Carmen Briar Moreno!"

"Mom!" I called back, my fingers halting in their place on the keyboard. "I'm really busy right now!" I waited a moment before I could hear her voice call back at me like some aggressive mate call from a bird.

"Y una mierda (Bullshit)! I am the one who is busy!"

I heaved a loud huff, "Mom! I'm writing something; it's very important!" The story that I had been writing for the last three months had finally reached its conclusion, and I had been excited to see the completed result.

As a reader, no one told me that writing a book was hard as shit. I now understood why a lot of people wrote their stories in simple sentences and asterisks. It was a nightmare of the academic sort, especially as grammar had never been my strong suit.

Then again, I don't think any school subject had been my strong suit.

"Important?!" My mother screeched from her spot in the kitchen, instead of coming to my room like a normal person would do, "It would be important if you were studying, but you are not, you fucking Floja (lazy)!"

I ignored the comment, continuing to type away loudly at the keyboard and hoping that she would take it as a hint to leave me alone.

She did not.

Instead, she stomped towards my room, sticking her head through the doorway and throwing one of her shoes at my head. Letting out a yelp of pain, I turned to face her with a glare, rubbing the side of my head which had been assaulted. Her and her shoes, man. I was sure she only bought them to use for legal ammunition against me.

"I was calling you to come to the store with me," She gritted, sending another shoe my way, which I dodged, "But you know what? You can fucking stay with story busura (garbage)." And with that, she slammed my bedroom door, causing some of the clutter on the shelves of my desk to fall to the ground with the impact.

I let out a sigh and turned back to the computer, the words on screen slowly mushing into a blurry picture as I lost focus.

After returning from the fanfiction, I found that over two days had passed in real life without me. When my mom found me in my room the day I got back, she whacked me with one of her sandals and demanded to know where I had been, claiming I had been at a boy's house and that I was secretly pregnant.

Well, she was right about the boy's house, at least.

Either way, I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't tell her that I had been in a Wattpad fiction at a Mafia boss's house because it was far too unbelievable. She'd hand me into the cop shop for doing drugs. So, I told her that I had been at an old high school friend's house – a girl, of course. She took this as an excuse, obviously believing that I had had high school friends that I had been communicating with, which I had not. I was a loner in school and outside of school.

After that ordeal I set to work, brainstorming and later writing the mafia story Yoongi had told me to. Three months of labour and it was nearly complete.

So, you may be wondering how the story goes? Well, I started by making Y/N a bit more mature and I made sure that I took out both of her parent's in a car crash, just to make sure there was no mother trying to sell her on the black market.

I made her a detective on a case in which she meets Taehyung, a businessman who is secretly in the mafia. If you're wondering, yeah, he's not the yandere pain in the ass he was in 'Mafia'; simply just a reserved and professional man. Both Y/N and Taehyung have to work together to solve the case, and the more time they spend together, the more the romance builds. There are a few plot twists and bumps through the story that cause a strain on their relationship, but it stays generally healthy.

Quite a step up from their relationship in 'Mafia' don't you think?

I kept Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin as Taehyung's men; gifting Namjoon with a girlfriend who'll treat him right. Jin is a chef in the big city while Jungkook is Y/N's friend and colleague. Seulgi was gifted with the role of being a murder victim while Jackson was the culprit.

Yes, I wanted him to be a frog that Y/N hit with her car, but I needed a bad guy and of course, who better to pick?

Lastly, I gave Yoongi the role of being the hacker and one of Y/N's best friends, surrounded by a family that loved him and of course, with rainbow hair.

Seeing the characters finally set in places in which they'd be treated right made me feel like I had accomplished something.

I smiled to myself as I pushed my chair back from the computer, getting up and walking out of the room into the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. When I came back to the doorway of my room I was greeted by a sight that knocked the glass straight out of my hand and unto the floor with a crash. I didn't even care to notice.

"Hey." Yoongi coyly waved at me from inside my room, just beside my desk. He wore a casual tee and jeans, but what shocked me was his hair. The mop of usually mint green was now a styled cut of jet black.

"Yoongi?" I couldn't believe my eyes.

He gave me a tight smile, unsure of what to say in the awkward situation. I was just as muddled and unsure of what to say. We hadn't seen each other for months and we were worlds apart. I didn't even know what to begin with.

But I'd start with the new look.

"You hair!" I gasped out, pointing to his head.

Yoongi reached his hand up to pat his hair down, "Yeah well, you said it'd look good if it was black so I changed it." He mumbled awkwardly. "The green was boring, anyway."

I stepped closer to him, still inspecting him like he was a figment of my imagination, "How- how'd did you even get here?"

"I'm a hacker, remember? It wasn't hard." He replied, his tight smile shifting slightly into a more comfortable smile as I came to envelop him into a tight hug.

"Of course I remember," I looked up and lifted my brows at him, "you hacked my heart, remember?"

He rolled his eyes with a big smile on his face, "Shut up."

I laughed back at him before slowly regaining my seriousness and burrowing into him like he was a teddy I'd lost forever.

"I have so much to tell you."

"So do I." He replied, pulling me closer into his chest. He planted his face into my neck and breathed in for a long time before exhaling, "It's been a while."

"It has."

"By the way," I added looking up at him, "I think the black hair makes you look more mature."

"Can we stop talking about my hair?"

"Never in a million years." I pulled away from his grasp, "I can't believe you listened to my opinion."

"Briar!"

"The great Min Yoongi listened to the opinion of me, a lowly peasant!" I placed my hands against my chest as I pretended to faint. Yoongi's frown disappeared as he shook his head humorously at my childish antics.

"You really are an idiot, Briar."

"This needs to go into the motherfucking history books!"