I felt the glow of lights, and Jungkook's hand fell on mine, but I harshly yanked my hand away. "We have to act like a couple," he hissed, and I shook my head. "No we don't. We aren't a couple."

       "Welcome back you two!" The interviewer smiled, handing us an extra mic, which I took, focused on telling the truth.

       "We're glad to have you back, now we have a few questions for you!" The interviewer was too perky, considering I was set on telling her that we had broken up. Giving a small smile, I took a deep breath, waiting for the wave of questions.

       "Question one!" The lady read through the list. "When did you two start going out?"

       "You wanna answer this?" I quietly asked the taller boy, who ran his hand through his black hair. He grabbed the mic with a smile. "We started going out about six months ago."
 
        "Ah! Okay. Question two: How or when did you think the other liked you?"

        The question stabbed me in the heart, and my face fell for a moment before I smiled again.

         "It was obvious when (Y/n) fell for me. She started clinging more and even asked for a kiss."

        Managing a weak smile, I shook my head when he offered me the mic. I was actually surprised how nicely he was speaking english.

        "Okay? Question three: If or when your parents found out, what would be or were their reactions?"

       "If my parents found out, they'd be proud that I found such a gorgeous lady," Jungkook faked a smile before handing me the mic. "When my parents met Jungkook, they weren't very happy because they couldn't understand him."

       "That's disappointing. Now, onto question four. Are you planning a future together?"

        There was the question I was anxious for. Jungkook tried to grab the microphone, but I glared at him. "No. We are not planning a future together."

        "Why not? You two are the most perfect couple," the interviewer gave a pouty frown.

        "We actually broke up yesterday," it came out like a whisper, but you heard it because of the mic.

       "Oh no! Why?"

        "Complicated," I forced a smile on my lips.

       "Well, the last question is if you had any kids... but I'm guessing if you had kids you wouldn't be breaking up."

        "I'm too young to be a mom," I giggled. "I'm only sixteen."

        "I forgot that you two were so young!" The interviewer seemed awkward now. "Well, that's all for now!"

        My heart was shattered, unfixable. It was heard to deny my growing crush on Yoongi, and it hurt that the interviewer made it worse. I'm  so young... it's illegal. I'm too young, but it wasn't fair how attractive the older rapper was. He was four years older than me for crying out loud.

         Yet, even though I knew it was illegal, I was accepted into a big hug by him.

         It's illegal.

         Stop thinking this way. It's wrong.

        You can't date, at least until you're eighteen.

        He probably thinks you're a kid anyways.

       Fuck it. He's irresistible.