Your POV

The sound of the competitor's car engine made me jump in surprise. This makes Yoongi sneer at me for a moment, then he turns his face to his everyday death face.

"What?" I ask him, as he looks at me with a confused face.

"What do you mean, what?" Yoongi says in a mocking manner. He then smirks as of he's now under control of everything. As if he has power. Well, that's what I'm feeling right now.

"I saw you laugh at me." I say as I cross my arms leaning my back on a lamp post.

"I did not." He says mocking me again as he crosses his arms.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

We go on and on, until I hear an unknown voice speak up. "Ah, what a nice couple we have here." A man in a black polo says as he puts his hands in his pockets. His hair is purely black as some ends of his hair touches his eyebrows, making him more attractive.

This gives me goosebumps as he doesn't really look old at all. He's about our age as he looks at me with a slight smile.

"Ah, what lovely woman we have here?" He says as he steps towards my direction until someone immediately steps between us.

That loathsome alcohol smell....Jimin.

"Actually, she's mine." Jimin says and I can't see anything but his back since he's too tall to make me see the profile of the competitor.

"Oh? I thought she was the girlfriend of this man over here." He says as he points to Yoongi who's beside Jimin.

"No. Just...No." Yoongi clarifies.

"May I introduce myself, I'm Jinyoung. And I'm here to make a bet. I'm not interested in racing anymore. I just have a little request." Jinyoung says.

"Then what do you want?" Jimin growls as he moves his hand behind him to find mine. He lifted his hand, signifying me to take it. Just by seeing it makes my cheeks tint to the color pink.

I take it and he grips it tight. Just by the sight of this makes my heart race. I smile like an idiot as I look this flirty man.

"I want to have a little conversation with the girl behind you." Jinyoung says which makes my racing heart stop. Fear started to creep on my knees and I gripped Jimin's palm tight and he does too.

He turns his head to me with a concerned expression as I snake my free hand around his arm. I didn't want to talk to this Jinyoung guy. He may be looking handsome and fit, but he gives me the bad guy vibes.

I gathered my courage and stepped beside Jimin, facing Jinyoung. "What do you want from me?" I ask as I hid the intimidation I felt.

"I just want to have a little talk. I won't hurt you. You have my word." He says as he raises his hands, meaning he's sincere.

"What if I don't trust your word?" I ask which makes Jimin look at me with his eyes as big as saucers.

"Then don't trust me. But I'm sure your boyfriend would agree." He says, until Jimin interrupts. His eyes make him look like he could this kill man any moment and pounce on him like a huge lion. "I would never, asshole."

"What if I would give you... 30B won? What do you say?" Jinyoung offers which makes Jimin widens his eyes. ₩30,000,000,000 is a lot. Even for me, as a royal.

There was nothing but silence. Yoongi looked at Jimin as he was deep in thought. This made me nervous. What could happen if he left me with this guy? I do think he's kind of sketchy.

"You won't hurt my girl?" Jimin asks as Jinyoung nods, whose giving me a piercing gaze. Instead of butterflies fluttering, I feel spiders slowly crawling uo to my knees.

"You have my word." He says, as he sits on the hood of his car.

It's impossible that he would actually do this for money, right? I mean... People can lie. Jinyoung is maybe decieving him. But then I realize.

Even Jimin can decieve me too.

It will hurt, but my heart's doing its best to be prepared for the pain. I don't even know why I feel these wierd unknown emotions towards him. My body chose the wrong guy to be attracted to.

Out of all the guys, why did my heart choose a guy whose world is clearly two worlds apart from mine? Well, feelings are unpredictable when it comes to Kim Y/N.

But what Jimin responded to Jinyoung's offer made my heart tighten. Clearly, my heart wasn't doing a good job in preparing.

"Deal." He said as he let go of my palm and shakes my hand off around his arm.