A/N: I'm back from a two week hiatus that was supposed to be a freaking month but I'm just itching to update because I miss you little sausages.

This book is ending in chapter 30-ish. Many things happened to my life during hiatus TBH. It was more fun than ever.

Aoi's POV

I rose my eyebrow at her and teasingly formed a bubble with my bubblegum right in front of the witch's face. I honestly don't get why she looks so dressy in casual clothes, I would expect her to look girly and disgusting for all I know.

Yeah, you read it right. Yoko actually looked good for once; with her slightly longer black hair blown past on her shoulders, no traces of make-up on her face (except for some shiny lipgloss I couldn't handle). The last time I checked she looked like a wannabe K-Pop star and shit.

But that wasn't the point.

The point is, why'd she bring me here?

"I've been waiting so long for you," She smirked, "So how do we start? Do I slap you on the face first or do you want to be the first one to?" She continued, and for some reason I can't detect if there's sarcasm there or not.

Okay, what?

I don't slap people. Nowadays I believe in backfiring without insulting people and using some violence. Just a monologue is fine, less drama.

"So, is this what modern bitches do now? They set up meet-ups with their enemies just to have a staring contest or possibly a humiliating catfight that can attract the public's attention to satisfy their thirst for some petty drama coming from eighteen year olds? Because if that's the case, no thanks," I shot her an intimidating smile.

"I mean, we both here know that you're going to talk about Jimin soon, right?" I continued.

She heavily breathed and shook her head at me, "Why do you even hate me?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, "Okay, what? I don't want to be in an in-depth discussion with you about your feelings or anything sappy at all? Yoko. I would never expect something serious from you, and I don't even like you to begin with."

"You don't know shit or two about me Aoi," she cocked an eyebrow.

"And neither do you, missy."

"Why did you come all the way here if you're not going to talk to me like I would expect you to?" She asked with a frown. I replied with a scoff, making her continue her words. "Jimin had just ran away from home for a while, and he's staying with me for the mean time until he changes his mind."

What? What the hell happened?

No, Aoi, don't be worried because he was a fucking asshole to you.

"So?" I faked a nervous laugh to get rid of the serious tension.

"Stop throwing yourself at him, and I'm asking this from you in the nicest way possible. Stop acting like you don't care either because I know you do, and I want you to stop. I can't let Jimin be with someone like you. You're too full of yourself and you look down on the others, and always make it seem like you're the shit and that ticks me off," She lengthily said with her chin raised up, and she's boosting with confidence right there.

What the fuck?

"You make me laugh, Yoko. How much better do you know? Aren't you the one who's standing right in front of me, bitter at the fact that Jimin probably still wants me and that's why you're here? I haven't talked to your boy for God-knows-how-long and neither did he, it's probably just you being paranoid that his eyes won't look straight at you. You're living trash, why don't you go back to Japan like you first did to worry Jimin that you will leave him forever? And come back again with delusions that you two will get back together? Nothing lasts as long as you think so grow the fuck up and trying stepping out of your fairytale."

Oops.

You didn't just say that.

Maybe I crossed the line, that's why she slapped me across the face. And in a snap of a finger, the stinging pain surfaced my burning cheek. I bet her handprint is obvious on my face too.

"Do you even know what it feels like to get deceived by someone you love into thinking that he returns the feeling when he really doesn't? No because you know nothing. All you do is be selfish and think Jimin is wrapped around your finger when he isn't. You're an opinionated stuck up who thinks so highly about herself and thinks she's greater than everyone just because she had people by her side to boost her ego. Your friends can't even get along with gou because of your awful personality, I hate you for that, Aoi. Why did Jimin actually like you?"

Opinionated stuck up.

Who thinks she's greater than everyone because she has people by her side.

Okay but why do her words hit me more than anyone has ever done before?

I raised my head up for our gazes to meet but instead saw the traces of slowly drying tears run down her face. She looked like she's crying a river and I'm here, biting my lip and staring at her.

"Why is Jimin so important to you?" I asked subconsciously.

Her crying ceased for a moment, accompanied by a faint sniffle. "Because he was the first person I fell in love with and he made me feel amazing, the typical."

I heaved a sigh.

Why has nobody ever knocked me some sense before like she did?

Of course not everyone is stupid. Not everyone is like me. Not everyone thinks of themselves so highly like I do. Of course people fall in love hopelessly

"I personally hate you Aoi because you think you can get everything for yourself and you claim people but don't really treasure them. I hate you because you literally think you're the greatest when you're not. Aren't you that genius in your class with an IQ of 160 but spent her whole life as a potential deliquent with an awful personality?"

Well, without my confidence I would might as well kill myself anyway.

It wasn't long until I felt cold raindrops touch my bare skin, making my hair follicles stand in attention. The light drizzle suddenly turned heavier, which I personally don't mind until I started to realize how wet Yoko started to become. After realizing that I had an umbrella with me, I pulled it out and hovered it above myself and her.

I cleared my throat to catch her attention.

"I grew up in a needy environment. I've always wanted to bring more people close to me to help me cover up my insecurities. And if you're going to be in my life, you should give me what I want. My morals are different from yours but I'm not this 'awful' because of what I had learned growing up, I'm like this I got used to it and I like it," I started to explain in more detail.

"I love how I talk back to people, I love being rude sometimes, but I don't want to hurt on purpose. That's me from ages ago and I'm trying to create a better me. I'm sorry if I affected you this much but I love myself, and I'm sorry because I'm going to keep standing up for myself. I don't want to change for you or anyone else but myself. It's only upto me to decide what I want to do to myself. Not even Jimin can change it if he wanted to," I finished up what I said and handed the umbrella over to her. And felt the rain splash on me again.

"Have it, I don't want it," I blunted.

She slowly and hesitantly held it, raising her head up at me who smiled a little, despite the small tinge of devastation flowing through my veins.

"Stay warm, I need to go," I blunted and left her there without any more words.

And thanks rain. Again.

After a few more minutes of desperately trying to find some shade, a familiar car suddenly (and surprisingly conveniently) stopped by in front of me who was standing by the sidewalk. The window rolled down and heck was I right, it's the Jaehyun classmate I know.

My expression dropped.

"Oh, Aoi, you again! So exciting," He sarcastically remarked, "You dumped your best friend, you got drenched in bubbletea, you looked depressed on your birthday and now-"

"Yeah, yeah, I fucking get it, you're always there for me yadda yadda. You're probably stalking me for all I know. Can you just let me in?" I snarled and immediately made a small run for the other door to enter the car.

"Who in the world told you to get into my car?!" He shouted, surprising me a little bit.

"I did. I surrendered my umbrella to someone who hated me with furym Now can you now take me to Japan and let me rot in there while thinking about my horrible life?" I asked.

He rose an eyebrow at me, "Are you serious? To Japan?"

"Yeah, and meet my real parents or some shit. Apparently my real last name is actually a lot fancier and more foreign than you think it is," I laughed.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"No, you wish. As if I'm going to step on the heavenly grounds of Japan with you who looks like Lucifer's son. Just take me home, okay?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, do you want ice cream before that then?"

"What?"

"What?" He pretended to be innocent

"What the fuck Jae?"

"I was wondering if you would go out with me again, but I guess not," he awkwardly laughed and after that, he started driving. And I'm trying to hold my giggles in.

He's cute.. lowkey.

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A/N: I'm torn between Jisoo/Jennie from BLACKPINK being Aoi's portrayer but I just-

And it's been 4 days since I saw Dan and Phil on stage and I still can't get oveR THE FACT THAT I SAW THEM CRIES