Briar pov

"I can't believe Y/N spent four years dating Jackson, and never figured out he was cheating on her." I thought aloud to Yoongi, as we drove 62mph on the highway to Jackson's place.

 "I'm not surprised. Y/N is super dense." he commented.

 True. I don't think I've ever read an ff where Y/N is not just a pink loving airhead. 

I turned to him, "Also, how do you know the way to Jackson's place, huh? Been there?" I asked suggestively, wiggling my eyebrows at him. 

He used his index finger to push my face towards the windshield. "Eyes on the road." He ordered, before continuing matter of factly. "I know every detail in this book. I'm the Guardian writer." 

I frowned as I glanced at him briefly, "What, like a co-author or something?" 

"Similar, except my mission is to help you be Y/N, not really co-write the book. I can however interfere with certain scenes if you mess up - which you'd better hope you don't." He looked at me sternly, but I didn't reply as I couldn't guarantee anything.

After all, I was a mess up from birth.

Finally, we made it to Jackson's house, or apartment. Penthouse. No scratch that. Skyscraper. Yoongi and I got out of the car, and some bellboy walked up to me and offered to park my car. Yoongi suggested to me to give the guy my keys, and reluctantly I did so. "What if he crashes the car?" I insisted as we walked inside the building. 

"Insurance, and he's a professional, don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it? I wouldn't even let anybody drive my Corolla, let alone a Lamborghini!" I hissed at Yoongi. 

"You don't understand the rich, then, do you?" Yoongi muttered under his breath, sending harsh looks to the people that were around us.

"I wonder why."  I glared at him before turning to the receptionist at the front desk.

A girl of Asian ethnicity with a short bob of blonde hair and a thick luscious fringe sat at the desk, typing away on a computer. When she saw me, her eyes brightened, and she hopped up from the seat instantly. "Oh my gosh! Y/N!" She screeched as she ran towards me, arms wide and ready to envelope me in them.

And this, was Lisa. As in Lisa from Blackpink. 

She worked at Jackson's apartment complex and Y/N and she became mutual friends through Jackson. In the fanfic the two were still friends even after Y/N broke up with Jackson. 

All I could manage to croak out was a wheezing, "Hi". 

I'm sure even Yoongi cringed at how awkward I was being. I was meant to be Y/N, I was meant to know this girl, but I was Briar and all I could see was the world famous Lisa Manoban, coming to hug my poorass self.

Lisa enveloped me in a big hug. She smelt like Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume, as I had always envisioned she would. 

Don't ask why I envisioned the way she smelt.

"I haven't seen you in ages!" She cried loudly, "How have you been?"

I grit my teeth together in an awkward smile. "Good?" It sounded more like a question than an answer.

She gave me a suggestive smile and with an elbow to my ribs, she wiggled her eyebrows, "You're here to see Jackson?" 

Ouch, that hurt. "Yeah...?" 

I was trying, ok.

She giggled, "Wow, even after four years together, you're still nervous when you see him! That's so cute! Couple goals!" 

Yeah, little did she know.

"Yeah...anyway I have to go..." I mumbled quietly, trying not to put any eye contact between us. I was never one to look someone directly in the face, especially a world famous celebrity. Don't judge me, I know you'd be the same.

Lisa laughed again, her voice sounding like pure honey in comparison to mine, which sounded like fingernails scraping against a chalkboard. If you've ever heard that, you'd know what I mean. 

"Yeah, true, true. You go on babe!" She giggled as she shooed me off to the elevators and made her way back to the receptionists desk. Once we were inside the elevator alone, Yoongi told me to press level 45. The elevator doors shut and the mechanical little room was pulled up. 

"Question." I said to Yoongi as we sat there in silence.

 "Shoot."

"My personality is totally different to Y/N's right?" He nodded.

"So why is no one picking up on that? Also, I don't even look like the original Y/N, most likely." I said, motioning downwards towards the rather large stomach I owned. I had become comfortable with it through the years, but sometimes there was still that anxiety that I was ugly because of it.

He shrugged one shoulder. "It's pretty difficult to explain, but, although you're not the original Y/N, she's a self-insert character, which means if any girl in the world got stuck in this fanfic in Y/N's place like you, to the rest of the characters, its as if the original Y/N never existed and you were always Y/N."

Well, that made sense. "I see." 

Ding Ding 

The elevator doors suddenly pulled apart, and a red illuminated 45 appeared on the digitized screen above them. Yoongi pointed to the door straight across from us. "That's his room." He informed me.

I gave him an unsure look before walking towards the door. What was I supposed to do? Smash the door open like I was Kuzco in Emperor's New Groove? Knock? I'd never been cheated on before - in fact, I'd never been in a relationship before, so this was all new territory.

Now face to face with the door beside me, Yoongi spoke quietly. "Don't bother knocking, if you walk in now you'll catch them and you can finally get this relationship over with." 

He stopped briefly before adding,  "Just act dramatic so it's believable."

"I don't remember 'actor' being on my credentials." I shot back quietly as I placed my hand on the doorknob. 

"You've done a pretty good job so far." 

"I disagree, but thanks anyway." 

Without thinking too much about it, I twisted the knob and pushed the door open. This is why you should lock your doors, folks.

Upon opening the door I saw four things. Jackson, Jennie, the couch, and a peepee I didn't want to see. Also, something smelt of fish. I was assuming that was the fish bake Jackson was making for Y/N in the fanfiction. Not gonna lie, it smelt nice, but this was not the time.

Looking at the two in front of me, I was starting to feel sorry for Y/N. And I'm was so happy I was single. 

Jackson, who was in the middle of his, well...session, looked up at me with a horrified face before jumping  off the girl and ten feet into the air. He quickly pulled his pants up as if I hadn't already seen what he was doing. Jennie looked at me, confused. 

Fuck, there was so much going on.

And then there was Yoongi beside me, looking like an Easter island statue.

"Y-Y/N....I-I-I...." Jackson stuttered, as he tried to put himself back together. 

I quickly placed my hand up in his face, "Save it Jackson." He's lucky I was being Y/N and not Briar. I could have insulted the fuck out of him.

 Even if he was Jackson Wang, and this was all just one big fairytale, it was still an awful thing to do, and an awful thing to have to see, especially if you were the girlfriend of four years. It hurt more to experience it than when I had read it. 

Jackson tried to save himself, "I-I I didn't know you'd be here yet....I-I h-had the fish on for like ten minutes...."

"You're blaming the fish?"

"No, I-"

"Jackson." I interrupted him sternly, "We're through."

Upon hearing the lethal words the man in the untidy hairdo began to tear up. "Y-Y/N no..."

"Bye Felicia." I waved him off in blasé manner as I swiftly twisted back out the doorway and slammed the door shut on my exit.

That was enough of that. 

"How was that for acting?" I asked Yoongi as we walked back towards the elevator.

He hummed, "Okay for someone who doesn't have 'actor' on their credentials." 

I snorted to Yoongi, "Fair enough."

"You know what?" I added thoughtfully, "that wasn't even my boyfriend and I already want a drink." 

"Well, great, because that's where we're headed." Yoongi replied as he allowed me to step into the elevator.