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He loved me.

He loves me.

Why did it have to be this way?

After Jungkook confessing his love to me before and his love right now for my other self, I asked him to leave me alone and think about it. Just like a gentleman that he is, he respected my decision.

I don't think I can attend classes today. That's why I told my mom that I booked a flight to Vancouver online last night. If I really need a break from him and think things straight, then I have to be as far from him as possible.

When I finished packing up some clothes in a small bag, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how awful my eyes are. I've been crying the entire night because of how fate played me real good.

I was right, love will slowly break you into pieces.

I put on a jacket and grabbed my baggage before coming out and locking my dorm. I still have an hour to wait before my flight but I want to be distracted and different surroundings might help.

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Since I was at the airport, Jungkook keeps calling my number so I blocked his phone from calling me. "You're skipping classes again, sweetie?" My mom opened the door for me but before she can say more I immediately hugged her.

"I missed you mom,"

"I missed you too, sweetie."

"Ouch!" She pinches my waist like she always did.

"That doesn't justify the reason why you're here skipping your Friday classes." She scolded after breaking away from the hug. "Why are you wearing those? You look like a guy."

"I just need a break," I pouted and gave an extraneous answer to her. Walking inside the house, I laid on the couch comfortably.

"Do you want anything?" My mom asked.

"Yeah, anything," I said before closing my eyes. I might need a snack or two. Later on, I smelled something unpleasant along with the sound of mom's footsteps. I opened an eye and saw that my mother is holding a tray with a bowl of banana chips and an apple cider vinegar.

"Mom! You know I don't drink that!" I exclaimed I sit down properly before grabbing the bowl of banana chips.

"Seeing those heavy bags under your eye, you might need a drink of it." She hands me the cup and all I can smell is stinkiness. "C'mon, I added juice in it." She hissed, clearly forcing me to do what she wants.

Without much choice, I took the glass from her and finished it on one drink. "Where is dad by the way?" I grimaced after feeling the aftertaste.

"He is at work," She informed and I bopped my head.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked before placing a couple of banana chips inside my mouth.

"Sure, sweetie. What is it?"

"Do I really look like a boy because of my hair?" I frowned.

"Yeah, with all that boyish get up, you do, no doubt." She confirmed.

Geez, thanks, mom.

"You look like your dad." She taunted and laughed. I rested my head on the arm of the sofa while sighing.

"Mom, what if you love someone who used to love your other self?" I blurted out the question.

"You mean, what will I do if your dad loves my past self more?" She repeated the question in a way that she understands it more.

"Yeah, yeah. Something like that." I light-heartedly giggled.

"Then I'll divorce him."

"You, what?!" I vociferated. Her answer was totally unexpected. "Why?"

"Sweetie, if your dad really loves me, it should be my present self. Not my past, future, or any other dimension self I have." She explained.

Oh, that was not the answer I was waiting for. She clearly understood it differently, and there's no chance that I'll explain that question the Deanna way. I know that I can trust my mom with the problems I have on my plate right now, but I don't want her to get involved.

My scheme went longer than I expected, and I already fooled a dozen of people.

"Why did you ask, sweetie?" She picks the remote on the center table.

"Nothing, I was just curious. That's all." I smiled awkwardly at her but her face seemed like she was not convinced with my reason.

My mom and I spent the entire day at the house. She said she got a lot of house chores to do today so she promised me that we'll have our mother and daughter time tomorrow.

I looked at the pendulum wall clock displayed in the living room and noticed that it is already seven in the evening. Climbing upstairs, I was wishing that I will immediately fall into sleep the moment I laid on my bed.

But wishes do fail sometimes. I spent half an hour circling around my room, rolling on my bed, rummaging against my old sketch pads, and sitting at the corner doing nothing.

I need a drink.

I went downstairs to check in the kitchen if there is some alcohol placed in the cabinets. Disappointed, I walked into the living room and slouched on the sofa.

Silence envelops the room but my head is already annoyed with umpteen thoughts of Jungkook. All I want is to sleep, can't I have that too?

Thinking that my mom is asleep already. I went back into my room and grabbed my bus pass and wallet before heading out of the house through the back door.

A few minutes later, I found myself at an unfamiliar bar. I can't go to the bar of Yana's brother. I want to be alone and I want to knock myself out without anyone hindering my way.

At first, it was all just simple shots, until I decided to buy a whole bottle. I want to sleep, and alcohol is the only thing that can help me right now.

It was not that long until I felt my head getting heavier. My eyelids are starting close too, but I still wanted more. The colorful lights of the bar are starting to mix in my vision while the loudspeakers are beginning to distract my thoughts.

The effect of alcohol took over my body in an instant. I must've inherited Hoseok's tolerance of alcohol.

I giggled at the thought.

Seeing how people are enjoying the dance floor, I wore my shoes again and joined them. I never thought that I will dance in public in this way.

Jungkook taught me more about hip-hop, not knowing that my hidden desired genre is sexy dancing. I know I'm not as slim and hot as the other girls around here, but who cares? They don't know me and alcohol helped me at embracing the thick-faced side of me.

So what I did all night was get drunk, danced like there is no tomorrow, and maybe kissed a few cute guys.

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The light shining from the windows woke me up and the moment I opened my eyes, my head automatically hurts. "What the hell?" I muttered under my breath.

I stand up from my bed as I scratch my scalp out of annoyance. Looking at my right side where the bedside table was placed, I tried looking for my phone but I saw something else.

Why is there a photo of Jungkook and the others in my room?

I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and glanced around the room.

This is not my room!

I checked my body underneath the thick sheets and noticed that my clothes changed. Who changed it?

Oh no, mom will kill me. But I will kill the person who brought me here first. I've been to Jungkook's room before and this is not his. Therefore it's one of the six.

Wait, if one of them lives here and he was the one who changed my clothes?

Oh, no.

I jumped out of the bed and executed my immediate plan of escape but when I opened the door, Yoongi is standing behind it holding a tray of food.

Yoongi?

He gives me a mischievous smile and I got anxious. "Why am I here?" I asked.

"You were drunk last night, Deonne." He informed. "Oh, I mean, Deanna."

Just like that, a bomb exploded in my heart.

Does he know? Did he tell Jungkook about it?

"You know?" I trembled in fear.

"Long time ago, blah, blah, blah." He said. "Go back inside, I got your medicines." He entered his room while I was frozen on my position, completely unaware of what to do next?

"C'mon, we need to talk, Deanna." I'm not used to him calling me by my real name.

"Did you tell Jungkook?" I locked eye contact with him.

"Sit down and I will tell you." He points at the seat parallel to his and I slowly made my way there. Giving me the medicine for headache, he placed a soup in front of me along with a spoon for me to eat it. "By the way, don't worry. Unfortunately, nothing happened to us last night." He smirked.

"Go to hell," I remarked. I looked at the black shirt I'm wearing and I asked him, "Did you change my clothes?"

"Sadly, no. I asked a maid to do it." His lips are still stretched into a vexing smile. "You don't remember what happened last night, do you?" He said and I embarrassingly shake my head yes.

"You were walking wobbly on the street in the middle of the night when I drove past you. I saw you collapsed on the ground through my side mirrors and I can't just ignore that. So, I hopped out of my car, surprised that it was you, and viola! You puked inside my poor Porsche."

"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"For what? Lying to us all or puking inside my car?" He asked.

"Both," I muttered.

"What if it wasn't me? What if Jimin or the others were the ones who saw you? You'll be dead, Deanna!" He scolded as if he already knew about the truth in a long period of time.

"Since when did you know?" I asked without looking at him.

"Mr. Jeon's birthday." He briefly answered. "That night, I got curious about Deanna, I spied on your house and boom! That's why Deanna and Deonne sound the same." He showed me an evil grin.

"You were the one following me," I suddenly realized and I saw him nod proudly. "What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He sighed, "Tell Jungkook the truth."

"What?! No!" I exclaimed. "At least, not yet." I looked down again.

"Deanna, the longer you continue this prank of yours the more damage it'll bring my friend."

"Give me some time, please," I begged him, the enthusiasm on his face faded when he saw that I was already crying. "Please..."

"Deanna, you were my friend's hope even before and now in a different identity, you're still his. You'll crush his hope if he knew the truth by hearing it from someone else." He warned.

"I know, just give me more time. I'll tell him everything. I promise." I persuaded. Do they know what Jungkook felt for me? What he is feeling for me?

"I think whatever you do will trigger back his phobia." He speculated.

"No!" I contradicted. "I did it once, I'll help him again if it happens. Just please don't tell him first. I'm just searching for the perfect timing to tell him everything."

He bit his lower lip and doesn't break his worried eye contact with me. Instead of answering, he gestured for me to eat the soup and I did what he said.

He watched me in silence.

I thought it was Hoseok who has the chance of busting me because he is so intrusive, and yet, here I am crying in front of a different man that unexpectedly knew my secret already for a long time.

I was about to take another spoonful of soup when he suddenly broke the silence revolving around the room.

"Fine, I'll give you time until your birthday. If you failed to do so, then I will tell him everything."

With that, he left me alone in his room and I cried even more.