~~ YOONGI'S POV ~~ 

    "Ha!" I exclaim, quickly extending my fist before she has time to think. However, she outsmarts me again, dashing to the side and kicking the side of my leg with full force. 

   Smart little brat, I think as my pride begins to light up. She can't seriously be beating me. I'm supposed to be the scariest man here, as they say. How could she possibly have better skill in the martial arts? 

   As I am internally grumbling, Sanghee sweeps up beside me, pushing me backwards. I don't like the little grin that's currently plastered all over his lips. It clearly states, "I'm winning." 

   "Why are we even doing this?" I complain, blocking her punches, "Do you enjoy beating me up?" 

     She smirks, somewhat amused by my remark, "I just need some practice. If we're going to go stay with Jungkook in a few days, I should know how to properly defend myself. Who knows what may lurk in the woods?"

"Well," I huff, slighly pushing her backwards, "I don't think you NEED any practice." 

   She regains her balance, her eyes lighting up like a quick bolt of lighting. Sanghee wastes absolutely no time, slamming her palms agaisnt my chest with such intense force that I stumble nearly a meter backwards. She then spins into a roundhouse, kicking me directly in the same place. 

   I tip backwards, stunned by her intricate moves. I quickly grab hold of her wrist, causing her to fall straight onto my chest, dust swirling in the air as we both collapse. 

    I carefully open my eyes, pouting when I realize she's still smiling, victory visible in her expression. I don't even bother to ignore my raging heartbeat and tingling stomach. There's no need to hide it anymore. 

   I gaze up at her soft features; I can't help but absolutely admire those glistening orbs and soft cherry lips. My eyes avert to her smile, my heart suddenly craving her addictive taste. I can't help but feel the urge to kiss her again. 

   "You lost," she nearly whispers, somewhat surprised by the small amount of space between us. She looks directly into my eyes, exploring them with all of her wild curiosity.

    She may have me under her own enchantment; but I can't let her win. 

    Within a flash, I grab onto her wrist, spinning her sideways until her small figure is directly under mine. I pin her wrists on either side, smiling devilishly as there is no escape. 

"I always win," I declare, planting a quick peck on her lips before she can protest some nonsense. 

~~ JIUN'S POV~~

    It was nightfall. All was quiet in the kingdom of Hanhee. Children slept peacefully in their beds, couples walked together in parks, and birds flew through the city, making way to the forests. 

   However, I wasn't quite enjoying my evening. I couldn't stop thinking about the way Muhyeok had hurt me like that-- all because of Sanghee. I we couldn't have the same friendship anymore. I had decided I was better off without him. Muhyeok could only point out my faults and incapabilities. He only ever constantly reminded me that Kim Sanghee could never be MINE. 

    That same peaceful night, a messenger came to my room, holding a sealed letter. 

Meet me at the Jae Bridge

Don't bring anyone 

Muhyeok 

   I scoffed, wondering what he could possibly want from me. He hadn't spoken to me in days. Muhyeok was so concerned about his precious "Sanghee." He didn't even care about our friendship anymore. I can't say I did, either. I just hated the fact that he was willing to give her up. I hated the fact that he had the ability to let her live independently. I hated the fact that I could never except that. The fact that I would never be able to watch her go. 

   I stormed off towards the bridge, my heart fuelled with feelings of anger, temptation, jealously, and pride. 

   They say pride is the root of all sins; and my entire body reeks of it. It's a dark and twisted feeling that's starts off as positive and refreshing; but slowly and surely you begin to drown in a deep abyss of darkness until it completly tears you to shreds. Eventually you are left with no one except yourself-- 

     I'm determined to get exactly what I want; even if I have to commit a trillion sins in order to do so. 

"Jiun," Muhyeok had declared upon my arrival, turning towards my approaching figure. I stared at his delicate hanbok and his gat which was adorned with shiny beads. 

"Why did you call me here?" I nearly spat, disgusting by his very presence. 

"Because," he fired back, stepping forward as though he had some new sort of dominance, "I've been asked to assist at the boarder as a top scholar. I've taken the position." 

   My veins immediately swell with jealously, my cheeks burning up with a fuelling flame. 

"Really?" I nearly snarl, "So you just plan on leaving?" 

"I wanted to say something before I leave," he responds in a cool tone, ingnoring my building rage. 

"What makes you think you can just leave?" I continue, interrupting his statement, "You can't just dress up like some nobleman and storm off towards the boarder! I don't give you permission. You should stay here--"

"--Jiun," he pronounces sternly, "Don't you ever lay a finger on Sanghee. Don't ever touch her. Leave her alone. If you even dare use her for yourself, I won't forgive you. She is an innocent and beautiful young woman. She doesn't deserve to be used. Least of all by you. I love you as a brother, Jiun. That's why I must tell you this. You are a selfish and deceitful man. You care for no one but yourself. Nothing can ever satasfy you're greedy nature. You strive to hurt others for the sake of self-pleasure. So don't hurt her. Don't you dare." 

It was those very words that threw me over the edge. Those very words changed me entirely. They made me into a colder and angrier person. They shaped me into a merciless man, unwilling to ever forgive. 

It was me who did the act. 

I pushed Lee Mu-Hyeok off the bridge, out of pure hatred. 

The next day I found his body. He was conscious. No severe bleeding. So obvious wounds or injury. 

There was just one small problem. 

He had lost his memory.

~~ SANGHEE'S POV ~~

"Yoongi," I pronounce while starting the fire, watching from the corner of my eye as he proceeds with making the bed, "Don't you remember that rumour?" 

"What rumour?" he asks, his soft eyes locking with my own, "About me? Or us? The one where I locked you up in my basement and tortured you for seventy-three days--" 

   I wrinkle my nose I'm disgust, "Gosh, no. Who came up with that? Anyway, I mean the one... Jiun is looking for me..." 

   Yoongi freezes, his lips slightly parting for a moment before he licks them, "Ah. I remember. I haven't heard anything of it. That was quite some time ago now, anyway. Besides, my brother hates us both. I'm sure he's forgotten about you." 

   I gaze to the side, a strange pit growing in my stomach, "I'm not so sure, Yoongi. I can't help but think he'd despise the fact that we've been arranged." 

    I slip under the sheets beside Yoongi, placing the candle on my nightstand. We both remain silent for a while, staring straight ahead. 

"Did..." Yoongi eventually says, his breath hitching "Did my brother... ever... hurt you?" 

   I slowly turn to the side until we our facing one another, our faces lit up by the candlelight. 

"He tried," I respond shakily, recalling the time befor he had sent me here, "Although he never succeed--"

   I cut myself off, vividly remember how he had hungrily gazed into my eyes; as though I was some kind of special trophy or gift he had just obtained. As though I was nothing but a mere object that he was simply desperate for. 

   "I'm so sorry," Yoongi nearly whispers, delicately placing a hand on my waist before drawing me closer. I sink into his chest, burying my face into the crook of his neck. The sense of comfort immediately drowns out the horrid memories of Jiun. I crave more of his warmth, searching for his hand and interlocking our fingers beneath the bedsheets. 

"You make my heart flutter," he utters softly while stroking my hair.

"Remember when you hated me?" I laugh, peering up at his eyes. 

"Even when I hated you, you still made my heart flutter," he responds in the same soft tone, his voice resembling that of warm running honey. 

"You fill my stomach with butterflies," I declare. 

"Remember when you hated me?" he wrinkles his nose playfully. 

"No," I respond in a confident matter, "Because I never hated you." 

"I never hated you either." 

A/N

I finally updated lol XD

I'm sorry--- it's been hard juggling with everything right now. School is really busy and I've been doing a lot of different activities which have taken up a lot of time. 

But I love school and it's been so great! I wish I could update more often, but I'm at least grateful for the weekends! 

Also, PLEASE FORGIVE ME if I haven't been consistently reading your book or responding to comments, keeping up with updates. I'm trying my best to keep up but I'm just so exhausted.

For those of you who aren't on WEVERSE, there is a creative writing concert happening in honour of BTS, and you could even win a BUSAN EXPO concert ticket! 

I was originally supposed to go to South Korea this October with my grandfather to attend the concert, but because of school and exams I'm no longer able to go T_T I'm sure you know how devestasted I am😭😭😭 

💓 BTS BETTER COME TO MY COUNTRY BEFORE I DIE 💓

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Finally Sanghee and Yoongi can have some fluffy moments. 

Borahaeee!!!!!