You might have seen those popular travel blogs or videos where the famous Shibuya crossing would be shown and how a humongous crowd from each side of the road would take the effort to reach the other side quickly before the signal turns red?

Well, I witnessed something like that today, but when you're the one crossing - it does not seem as exciting as it looks.

There's just rush.

A rush to make it past other people, without having to make any physical contact in general. At least that's what we initially think, but of course, there are individuals - 'clumsy af' individuals to be exact - who would trip over their own feet and in a very inelegant manner would fall on the hard ground bringing down another two or three people with them.

That's what pretty much happened when I was trying to take in the aesthetic view of the neon lights and digital billboards on the gigantic buildings in Shibuya from the crossing, but instead I ended up falling on this old woman in pink, floral print kimono who instantly started cussing me in Japanese and before I could help the woman on her feet, Yoongi successfully dragged me to the other side of the road without any word. I really felt sorry for the woman, but I'm pretty sure someone amidst the huge crowd would help her.

So it's Sunday night and that's why I'm hanging out this late. After last week's ordeal, the shop owner was a little bit concerned with the fact that I might just abandon the shop again to frolic, but Yoongi kept his promise and explained his side of the story. The old man laughed it off and even though he expressed his future concerns, he let us off the hook "this time."

Although there's this one part that I can't seem to shrug off. I still remember him showing us his toothless smile before he remarked, "Ah, young love makes you do all sorts of crazy stuff" while he patted Yoongi on his back.

But this was not the first time he assumed us to be lovers. It has happened to me before. And everytime he would spot us together, he would just give me that suggestive smile and take his leave. Maybe he thinks we are lovers after all; Yoongi visits the shop almost everyday, but never have we ever brought ourselves to deny that statement. I always wanted Yoongi to deny it, but he did not. As for me, I didn't know what to say.

Yoongi is my friend, in fact, more than a friend because lately I seemed to develop a teensy-weensy bit crush on him, but I don't think I would like to label him with the word "love" yet. I mean I don't even know what love really is. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now is love or just a kindred spirit with deeper feelings.

My mum would often describe 'love' as an emotion - a true deep emotion that is responsible to bring an epic change in the world. It's a feeling which has been recorded in the greatest of literatures around the world. Love is about finding that one piece of yourself that you never wanna lose. And that's how I came to believe in the potential of that one word.

Sure, I've had my fair share of relationships before, but I don't think I've ever regarded them with the term 'love'.

They say love is complex, right? But is it really that complex and even so how is it complex? Is complex synonymous to logic and reasoning? Or is it complex because it's just too hard to understand?

Darn it! the word complex is in itself so complex that it is making me all dizzy.

I wish I had someone to enlighten me on this topic, but the only available person right now is Yoongi and I'm not exactly sure whether this should be the ideal topic that he would be comfortable discussing about. He just doesn't give me the vibe of being a Love Guru.

"Tell me Yoongs, how cool would it be to explore the deep and dark alleys of Shibuya?" I mused, faltering on my steps because of the killer heels that I recently bought from a thrift shop near my university.

"As romantic as it may sound, realistically speaking, it would be dangerous." He smirked, casting me a quick side glance.

"Oh, but I have nothing to fear. I've got you. Look at you you're all packed with lean muscles and strength. I'm sure you can throw a light punch to a guy. If not his face, you've always got that one place to kick where the sun doesn't shine," I purposely winked, and Yoongi rolled his dark eyes at me, an action that makes him look somewhat younger than his present age.

"I've only landed punches on my pillow while fixing the proportion and that's it. The bed is the only constant in my life and I don't think I could ever betray it." He answered without tearing his eyes from the dim lit alleyway.

"You betray your bed everyday to visit me." I reasoned, stumbling on my heels as I caught myself instantly from falling. Damn I should have worn flats instead of these torturous stilettos.

"That's a different thing."

"Do explain."

"Do you think we are lost?" Yoongi stopped abruptly, turning on his heels to face me.

Suddenly, I feel a white hot anger nudging me from inside, but the way he asked in such a nonchalant manner that it made me question whether we were actually lost or not.

"Well, there goes my dinner for the night." I huffed out a tired breath and crouched on the footpath since my legs were almost on the verge of giving up from too much walking, that too in these killer six-inch heels. I made a mental note to never wear these ever again.

"Well, I did promise you to dinner tonight, but I did not mention the place."

"You're crap anyway!"

"Look, I'm sorry that I couldn't treat you to a fancy place-" He started, but I interrupted him as an unknown wave of frustrations made their way and crashed to my being, spilling my concealed contents in every direction.

"Have you ever seen me put on a lipstick before? Lest an eyeliner? No! But I made the effort tonight and now you tell me we are lost and my stilettos are giving me a hard time. I know I'm supposed to be home by now, but look at me starving in the middle of this dark alley. I got a D in my last exam and I haven't paid the rent since last two weeks and the landlady is constantly nagging me."

"But-"

"She doesn't even give me free food anymore and would bang on my door six in the morning reminding me to pay her rent. God, I hate her so much. Then there are my classmates who would always try to hook me up with this pervert from another college whenever we go karaoke-ing but they don't just understand that even though my sex life is a huge disappointment, I don't want them to fix me up with a sleaze ball. And why's Japanese so difficult? Actually don't answer that!" I looked down, burying my chin between my knees and fiddling with the buckle of my stilettos as pent up frustrations started to gather around my eyes in the form of tears which threatened to fall any moment now.

I wonder why I feel so frustrated all of sudden. Just a moment ago, I was alright, being my cheery, bubbly self, but now that he declared we are lost - I'm suddenly angry?

"I feel so unlucky. Why's it so hard to live a life?" I feel like wailing at this point. This is so tough. Life is so tough. It's like I'm not myself anymore.

I feel tired, empty-handed and hopeless.

Yoongi crouched in front of me, brushing off the stray strand of hair from my face and looking straight into my eyes "Are you PMSing?"

"What kind of question is that?" I snapped at him, swatting his hand away from my forehead.

"Look, I don't know your problems nor can I fix them for you. As your friend I really do want you to tell me things that makes you frustrated because I will listen to them patiently." He silently studied me before continuing, "but I like us better when we are together without sharing any problems." Yoongi paused again, before cupping my left cheek softly. "Just don't expect me to be the type to tell you that everything's going to be better because it won't. Maybe you will delay paying the rent for a few more weeks and maybe you'll find a Greek god in the streets of Tokyo to spend your nights with, but that won't probably make any difference to your life, would it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"That when you're with me be your happy self, let your problems slip for the minutes you invest after me." His thumb caressed my cheekbones softly and I almost purred.

"But that's not possible! You can't expect me to be happy 24/7 when I have got major issues to deal with, because unlike you, I'm a complete trainwreck."

"I'm not telling you to fake a smile whenever you see me. What I am trying to say is take a break from all that toxic stuff when you're around me. You're a human after all, but can't you just give yourself a little time to smile everyday?"

"That's ironic coming from you. You have this perennial frown glued to your face," I scoff at him.

"It's not about me. It's about you now. Look at it this way - you don't know me exactly nor do I know much about you, yet here we are being all cozy and nice and still remaining a mystery to each other. The lesser we know each other, the better it would be for us."

"Well, aren't you a preachy smart ass, high on some ridiculous pipe dream - full of ideal expectations for me."

"I've grown to love secrecy ever since I read this book whose name I can't seem to remember at this moment." He looked me straight in the eye, touching the stray hair again and twirling it around his forefinger. "You know when I saw you for the first time and then our eyes met - I felt a connection, a weird connection. I felt myself growing pale at your presence, but I also felt mysterious, and I knew at that moment, that we are destined to meet each other."

"In a romantic way?"

"The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves you unromantic."

"Are you quoting Oscar Wilde?" I raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

"Maybe. Anyway, do you like ramyeon?" He asked, changing the topic.

"What's that?"

"I'm surprised that you don't know ramyeon!"

"I don't. I'm ancient. I don't keep up with modern facts. Happy?"

"Chill, it's just korean spicy noodles. Do you like spicy stuff?"

Blinking back my nerves, I answered him, "I think they're okay."

"Well, we're on luck now because there's a convenient store right behind you." My eyes followed Yoongi's finger as he pointed to the 24/7 open supermarket behind me. "Now get up for I'm gonna treat you to ramyeon tonight."

I reluctantly stood up on my feet, removing my heels and making Yoongi hold them while I tied my hair into a tight bun. We waltzed our way inside the store and I went straight to the tables, pulling out the chair and throwing myself on it, while Yoongi continued looking for the noodles. He brought us two cups of instant noodles, banana milk and Pringles. A very strange combination of food choices for a satisfactory dinner.

"But why are you making ramyeon now?" I asked with my mouth full, continuing to munch on Pringles like a horse chewing hay. Yoongi remained unfazed as he prepared the noodles for both of us.

"Should I not?" He discarded the empty soup mix packet and looked up at me.

"It's 12:30 AM." I deadpanned.

"Well, ramyeon is supposed to be made 12 AM onwards, that's like an unwritten mandatory rule for college students."

"I never heard of such a rule before."

"Well, you just did. Now eat up. It's really good." Yoongi remarked while he pushed one cup of the prepared noodles towards me while he started slurping the noodles instantly. I mimicked him and instantly fell in love with the taste.

By the end of it, my face was red like a tomato from all the spiciness. I fanned the sweat out of my face and neck, sipping the banana milk occasionally, but that wasn't just enough to calm my already 'swollen from hotness' tongue.

Yoongi remained calm all the while finishing his noodles gracefully. He fished out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through the notifications while I continued sticking my bare tongue out in the cool air.

We did not really talk much in between and ate our noodles peacefully except for a few occasional complains about the hotness of the noodles from my part. Once we were finished, we disposed the packets and cups and strolled outside the store for a bit with my silver stilettos dangling in my hands.

"I should probably go now. It's late."

"Yeah, I know it's late, but you shouldn't be travelling alone at this hour." With a quick flick of his dark eyes shining brightly under the street light, he checked the time on his wrist watch before fixating his attention on me once again. "It's 1:15 AM now."

"But what am I even gonna do?"

"I don't know," he stuffed his hands inside his pockets and shifted from one foot to another. "You can come to my place."

I raised an eyebrow. "I can't possibly go there."

"Why not?"

"This could be an easy lay for all I know."

"I don't sleep with people I know."

"Wow, that's news to me." I scoffed. "But seriously what are we even gonna do at your place?" I asked, moving closer to his side. Let's just say I was curious and not trying to think of all the hardcore smut I've read in the novels. Damn it! My granpa is probably cursing me - from heaven - for the lewd person I have become.

In all the past few months we have known each other, this is the first time he has invited me to his place that too this late in the night.

"We can watch Moana together," his black eyes shone with excitement under the streetlight. I blushed, moving my head to side.

I'm mildly impressed for a person who never wants to open up about his past, yet inviting me to his place amiably. "But it's your place."

He ignored my emphasis, instead turned to look ahead at the dim alley. "Think you can walk barefoot for a little bit more?" I nodded and he immediately snatched the stilettos out of my grip before grabbing my other hand with his free hand. "Now come on, my place isn't that far from here."

"You're familiar with this area?" Slinging my purse under my arm, I let Yoongi drag me.

Dragging has become a common word in my everyday dictionary now. It's always him dragging me to places, with my palms safely enclosed inside his large, warm, veiny hands. But I did not complain because somehow it felt right.

"Not really."

"I can't belive you treated me to convenient store food." Despite my small protests, he continued to lug me. As much as I would like to think the bentos he brings me everyday gives me strength, but they really don't seem to have any effect in real life. I'm pretty much convinced at this point these are getting stored in the form of fat around my abdominal area. No wonder I was least surprised when I spotted the little protrusion the other day.

"It's not like you did not enjoy it."

"Yes, I did. But I was expecting something more fancy." The ramyeon was sure delish. Even though it tickled around my throat in a fiery way but the taste was addicting. And after that swollen tongue episode, it's like my taste buds were given a new life.

"Well, next time." He turned his head slightly to give me a small smile before he fixed his attention on the alley once again.

"All men do is lie!" Even though I said that in a mocking tone, my insides were all bursting with a tingly feeling.

Foolishly, I had been trying to avoid these build-up feelings for the past few days, pushing aside how amazing it felt to have him beside me. But denying this further would be an utter mistake on my part.

I liked being around him. Focusing on him, and mostly on how our energies tangle in a beautiful chemistry.

He made me smile in a way no one else could. And despite me being an erratic imbecile more times than not - he calmed me, helped me to function properly, which of course, I would be too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Amidst all that, one thing was for sure - he was my kryptonite. I hated admitting it, but it was the truth.

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AN : The girl was really PMSing but she didn't wanna admit it. Actually nobody does, so yeah.

Also, the girl is very indecisive and her mood changes like BTS changes their outfit during concerts. She thinks she's mature, but she still has that kiddish part secured somewhere inside her. Also, she's not a gold-digger, but when somebody offers you free food, you can't really say no to that, can you? At least, I can't.

Trying to incorporate subtle humour into the chapters by inserting some of the inside jokes, hope you guys are enjoying it.