They say sometimes, when you're just about to die, your life will flash before your eyes. As I was literally picked up and thrown down the stairs of Y/N's house, I was starting to see what they were talking about. 

I landed harshly and in a bundle at the feet of Y/N's mother, who was cooking in a kitchen I wouldn't ever be able to afford in real life. She looked down at me, justifiably horrified, and pulled me up to my feet. 

"N/N! How did you manage to fall down the stairs?!" She asked in concern, scanning my body over for any sign of injury. 

"A damn cat." I scoffed, knowing Yoongi was surely able to hear me from wherever he was. 

Y/N's mum gave me a sympathetic look, "Aww poor baby!" She cooed as she hugged me.

  As weird as it was to have a random person hugging me (but then again not so random because I was Spanish,) I leaned into the hug, knowing I would never get such sympathetic love from my stone cold mother in real life. Unfortunately for me, she broke the hug quickly and grabbed a plate of pancakes off the bench to hand to me. 

She kissed me on the cheek, "Enjoy." 

I took the plate from her and made my way to the table, pulling out a chair to take a seat on. Yoongi appeared in one beside me, sitting in a relaxed pose. "No," He begins flatly, "your mother can neither see nor hear me, and yes, she'll be able to hear you if you talk back to me. She will think you are a freak for talking to air, so just listen to what I have to say." 

He gives me a glance, "Nod if you understand."

A give him a small, uninterested nod as my eyes and mind were trained on the steaming stack of pancakes in front of me. 

He leaned back further into the chair and I took a munch out of my pancake before he continued his order. "You're going to drive to Jackson's house where you'll find him cheating on you with Jennie. You'll have that whole breakup conversation with him and then you'll come back home, get changed, and go to the club, Ok?" 

I opened my mouth that was full of food to answer him but he put his index finger on my lips before I could speak. "Don't answer, just nod." he hisses, annoyed. 

Hesitantly, I nod at him, slightly irritated because I wasn't able to say what I wanted to. Luckily enough, Yoongi accepted my nod and went silent.  I was allowed to finish my breakfast in peace. That was fortunate for me as I was beginning to tire of Yoongi's English accent. I liked his Korean one more. 

When my food was finished, I politely pushed my chair under the table and placed my plate in the sink beside Y/N's mom. These acts had be instilled in me from a young age as my mother would flog me for not doing them. Trauma, at it's best.

 Y/N's mother looked surprised at my action, almost as if the idea of me doing something like that was something praise-worthy. I offered to wash my dish but she stopped me. 

"No," She tutted, "You're already late to Jackson's. I've got this." She winked at me as she promptly pushed in the direction of the door. Looking back at her awkwardly, I took a few steps in the direction and reached for the door handle, unsure of what I was really going to do on the other side. 

"Don't forget your keys!" Y/N's mom suddenly called after me. I turned to face her, but instead I was met by Yoongi's figure, standing behind me. With his index finger he pointed to a pink (just why?) key lying on a small shelf beside the door. I picked up the key and opened the door, slightly excited and anxious to see the imaginary world outside the door.

I'm telling you, its one thing to read the fanfics, but its a whole other thing to live inside one.  

When I opened the door, I swore I saw sparkles as the front yard of Y/N's house greeted me. Now, when I say this yard was out of a movie, I say this yard was out of a movie. 

The grass was so perfect, it seemed animated. The driveway was beige in color and without a stain as it spanned out towards the large automatic fence at the end of the property. It wrapped around the fountain near the entrance of the house like a round about, and was surrounded by various shrubs of different sizes and shapes. 

My eyes scanned the marble steps in front of me, just as perfectly manicured as the marble in the kitchen. They lowered down into the driveway with grace and ease and as I stepped down them, I saw the Lamborghini like car parked directly in front of them.  

And of course, it was pink.

"That's Y/N's car, isn't it?" I sighed, sending a glance to Yoongi, who gave me a curt nod in response. "And I'm going to have to drive it?"

"Yes."

 I inwardly wheezed as I made my way to the car and opened the door,  pulling my reluctant body into the toxically glittery pink interior of the car. 

Yoongi brashly got into the passenger seat beside me. "Have you ever driven a car?" He asks, strapping himself in as if he might just need it and looking slightly tense. 

"Yeah, I have a 1996 Corolla Specs at home." That didn't seem to make him any more relaxed.

I continued, trying to find what gear I was in only to figure out it was an automatic car, "It's not as fancy as this, and it's manual not automatic." I sent an unsure glimpse around the crazily digital design of the car before putting the key in and getting a feel for the car. 

"I would have never imagined I'd drive one of these." I thought aloud, pulling the gearstick down into drive.

"Don't crash." 

"I'll try not to." 

And just like that, we were on our way to Jackson's place to get cheated on.

Oh yeah.  

A/N: Hi there. Hope you're enjoying your reading. Sorry I had to cut it short, its 1am here. Also I've never driven a Lamborghini before so mind the inconsistencies.  Taehyung's POV next chap so don't run away;) Also here's a question for those with a license, do you drive automatic or manual cars?  Don't forget to vote and comment. Ily always