Aoi's POV

I pulled my hair up in a bun and leaned against the kitchen counter as I stared at one of the class photos I used to own when I was younger. I then grabbed an apple not far away from me and bit it absent-mindedly, examining the class photo.

Well, the class photo wasn't a formal one but instead it was inside the classroom itself where all thirty of us students squeezed ourselves together for a cute class picture.

Why do I still have this photo?

A chortle escaped my lips when I saw myself with the straight fringe lying across my forehead and an adorable peace sign formed by my fingers. I'm actually glad that I found this photo lying at the back of my closet. It could be the only evidence that I could show against people who have always thought that I had undergone cosmetic surgery. God knows what they think. I'm a natural-ass beauty.

My expression faltered upon seeing the list of things that are rules of summer; isn't it ironic how there's something like 'no heartbreaks' written in there because Jimin actually hit me like a truck yesterday.

It wasn't up to the point that I might actually cry, but a tingling sense inside me tells me that the reason Jimin hates me because of something I did before, not because of my personality and shit because for all I know, he had already looked past that.

I scanned my eyes through the picture a little bit more and then something caught my eye. Or someone, rather. The curls that appeared at the tips of her hair and the bow that was laid on top of her head seemed similar.

What the fuck?

Without any hesitation I scurried up the stairs to my room and grabbed a box that has been lying under my bed for more than years or so. After pulling it out I swept off the dust particles that laid on top of it and opened the lid. I then saw a couple of textbooks from my childhood and a yearbook from 2003.

I grabbed the yearbook and flipped through its pages quickly until I found the individual photos of the students from my class. I immediately spotted my picture, and underneath it was written 'Park Aoi'. I'm pretty sure when I got adopted, they changed my surname to my Korean father's.

But that wasn't the only thing I spotted.

The two people right next to me were Parks too, and I couldn't believe my eyes. They were the twins for God's sakes, Jimin and Jaehyun.

They looked exactly alike when they were younger, not identifiable at all. The only thing that helped me realize that it was Jimin was the scar that appeared under his left eye and his smile didn't look sincere at all.

My heartbeat's pace started to quicken; I looked at the other pictures on the page and saw Lee Miyun there too. It was the same girl from the flashback that appeared in my mind before.

We couldn't have all met when we were younger, right?

And the flashback..

Was the Jimin I remembered the same Jimin I met now?

And am I the reason behind that scar?

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I pulled up my sunglasses on the top of my head as I entered the convenient store and raced with my own self to gather all the food I need. I think I'm starving to death so don't judge.

Today is one of those days when I don't care how much I spend, as long as I get it. I grabbed thousands of instant ramen, bread, lollipops, triangle kimbap and drinks from the shelves and for some reason I think I almost cleared them out.

I'm not going back until three weeks anyway.

I walked immediately in front of the cashier and was about to lay my things on the counter until some random guy butted in and pushed me out of the way. I was caught in a sudden trance for a second. I couldn't make out his face, it's just some douche with round framed sunglasses and a white mask obscuring his mouth, and he's literally wearing black from top to bottom.

"Sorry babe," He clicked his tongue and laid a packet of gum and a softdrink can and paid for his own.

I blinked thrice at his rude action, "You're such an asshole. First come first serve, don't you know that?" I asked with a hint of annoyance in my tone, and I could seriously feel the cashier giving me a dirty look.

I batted my eyelashes at her first before giving the guy a judging look until his removed his sunglasses and pinned them on his collar. He slowly turned his head at me and it suddenly felt like I was kicked in the stomach or something.

"Oh look, it's my brother's girlfriend," he blunted and gave out a sarcastic chuckle, "Sorry but I'd rather pay for my stuffs first than to wait behind you. I have never met a woman buying that much food from a convenience store," his gaze then dropped on the stuff I wanted to buy.

I was about to contradict but the cashier talked first, "Yah, you little brats really do think that it's convenient for me to hear you two's blabbering in this store?! Huh? Get out if you don't want me to report you two to the police!" the old lady shouted, giving me a small wave of goosebumps.

What the hell is her problem?

"Ugh, why the hell are you even overreacting.." I muttered under my breath and then proceeded to fish my wallet out of my bag. At the corner of my eye I then saw Jimin's twin lay a couple of large bills on top of the counter.

"I'll pay for both of us. Keep the change, my brother's girlfriend looks like she's going to combust in any second," He continued to say apathetically. As much as I wanted to shout at him, a small part of my heart just felt like being a good girl today.

Am I supposed to be grateful?

After my things had been stuffed in plastic bags, I then saw Jaehyun suddenly snatching all the things I bought away from my hands and went on to carry them by himself.

I opened my mouth to protest but he zipped my lips shut just by saying "Don't even think about it."

How can someone prevent me from saying too much?

And after that he started walking towards an unfamiliar direction. "Yah, where the hell are you going-"

"I'm heading home," he said as if he predicted that I was going to ask that question. Is he doing this all on purpose?

How am I supposed to know?

And besides, why the hell am I not even scared of him? Shouldn't my knees be shaking or some shit because this guy isn't just any guy, it's a carbon copy of Jimin who does unusual things and just isn't good at all.

"Home? Your home? What?!" I complained, "What the actual fuck? Why are you bringing my things with you?"

"You just need to come with me and see Jimin," he said in a low voice. I was really about to shout until I heard Jimin's name come from his mouth. I suddenly stopped walking.

"Excuse me? But what? Are you trying to make me laugh because that is hilarious as fuck," I laughed at his stupidity. He then slowly turned around and shot me a piercing glare.

"Don't you want to see him, huh?"

I rose an eyebrow and scoffed, "Who says?"

"Well, do you want to know the truth, huh, Aoi?"

"Well, fuck yeah! What else?!" I shouted back at him, paying no attention to the surrounding neighborhood. He ruffled his hair in frustration.

"That's what's awful about you two's relationship, it's not honest at all. How could you even like each other like nothing happened between you in the past? You weren't a good-two-shoes type of person. You know what Jimin told me, Jimin told me you were innocent when you were younger and that's what you told yourself! Weren't you lying to yourself either? He doesn't remember that you were behind his horrific past!"

Where the hell is this going?

"You probably made people repeat to you over and over again that you were a good kid turned badass but no. You are the same Aoi from before and now! You're still the same but before, Jimin was scared as fuck because of you," he pointed at me accusingly.

"What the hell are you saying?" I asked.

"You were a bully that everyone feared. Ever since you were younger you had a filthy mouth, the superiority complex that you always had is still there and you always looked down on people. Your last name isn't even Park at all to start off with, your last name was Mizushima and you were left with your adoptive parents here in Kor-"

After the tension had finished building up itself, it suddenly crashed the wall between my patience and my anger. And from there, I immediately slapped him across the face, cutting him off. My hand started to tremble after it made contact with his face, and I swear I heard a cracking noise.

Aiding to his jaw, he looked at me in surprise of what I had done. He then smirked, causing nothing but plain rage to burn up the walls of my stomach and immediately kicked him on my stomach with all my might. He then stumbled backwards, working hard to maintain his balance.

I forcefully grabbed his collar and raised his face to my level. I clenched my fist and was about to punch him as hard as I could, but then guilt suddenly bit me in the neck

He looks so much like Jimin.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself before making another move, "Don't ever test my guts, Park Jaehyun. I could beat you up and finish you off in this exact spot, but the only thing that's holding me back is the fact that I don't want to embarrass myself in public," I explained as I stared directly into his eyes.

How much does he know?

"You're nothing but a pest who thinks he could get into anyone's business that easily. Jimin and I had nothing to do with you, especially my past nor my family tree. Don't ever show yourself again to me if you have nothing good to say, because you're not even a quarter of the person I am," I threatened him through gritted teeth, grinding my nails deeper onto the fabric of his clothes.

"Same old Aoi is acting up, you always used violence against people who don't allow you to go your own way," He started, "Stop acting like Jimin is innocent, he's not the person you think he is," he continued.

Who does he think he is even?

"Being innocent doesn't make you a good person, and being guilty of something doesn't make you a bad person either," I let out a breathy laugh. I then released my grip from his collar and snatched away the plastic bags from his hands.

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A/N: This funny thing happened a few days ago when we had Japanese students finally come over our school (I became friends with a lot of them because lolz) and there was one time our Japanese teacher asked them what's their favourite colour in Japanese, one student was like: "Aoi" (blue) AND I FUCKING FLIPPED AND SCREAMED BECAUSE THAT NAME ALSKAOLSOAKSKA AND EVERYONE LOOKED AT ME WEIRDLY NOBODY UNDERSTANDS