"In the situation where nothing's really wrong but nothing feels right either."

Y/n's P.O.V

Unamused eyes drifting around the shelves stacked up with various snacks. Another day to suffer from lack of sleep. Unlike me, Yuri eyes each stuff curiously and enthusiastically. How does she even manage to always keep that cheerful mood? No wonder she's the most sociable among us.

"How many of these should we take?" Yuri asks. Crouching down towards the shelves with Cheetos while creasing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Depends on your inviting list," I reply with a lack of delight in my voice. Leaning a bit on the trolly handle, my eyes defend the glare which Yuri is shooting me at the moment.

"You are of no help. Why did I even bring you here?" She complains. Frustration leads her hands on her sides for a better expression.

"Okie. Then bye! Enjoy carrying stuff around with your choosy self." I spit out bitterly. My feet ready to leave this place. My body aching for the lack of comfort of my bed.

"Yah!" She yelps impotently. My feet stop in their track as a smug grin replaces my unamused expression due to her pathetic self. So she finally learned my importance.

"Okay...I'm sorry. You are doing a great help here." She speaks, punishing her arrogant self badly. "Please...don't go." She pleads while clinging to my arms.

"Fine. As you're insisting this much. But let's choose alcohol now."I reply. My hands already pushing the trolly towards the paying counter.

"Jimin said he'd arrange that. We don't have to think about alcohol." She replies, stopping me in my tracks again.

Perfect! Now I've no interest in this shopping.

" I want to go home," I whine in boredom. "This is no fun," I complain as Yuri eyes me weirdly, kind of suspiciously.

"You are still a kid." She states before getting back on her work of choosing again. The sufferings for abandoning my bed along with the regret of wasting my weekend on this grocery shopping is making me regret my whole life decisions.

"And you are rude," I state. While she doesn't pay any attention to my words.

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Starting from the open door to the wide hallway, this house is always so welcoming. Bathing on the rays of the morning sunlight, the house seems more cozy and warm. Too bad there are not as many people as warm and happy as this house.

House is just an understatement for this amazing place.

This should be called a freaking palace.

"Hey!" Jimin greets enthusiastically. Welcoming us into the wonders of interior architects. No matter how many times I visit here, my jaw always drops whenever I visit here.

Fancy.

Tall glass dominating the place of the wall secures the nature embracing the mansion. The glittery transparent chandelier hanging mindlessly on the high ceiling. The top of the stairs brushing against the chandelier lies to the ground floor. The black pieces of furniture perfectly blending in with the white interior.

"I told you all that I've already arranged this stuff," Jimin states, snapping me out of my admiration. Not only me...Yuri was also admiring.

"Uh...yeah...I thought you are only in charge of alcohol." Yuri speaks. The lack of taming anger mentors my eyes to shoot glares at her. If stares could kill, then she should've been in need of a peaceful funeral. She roamed around the mall with me for what?

Nothing...Such a waste of energy.

"Make your death wish." I spit out bitterly. As Yuri chuckles nervously, seeing my unexpectedly serious expression.

"Woah there! Calm down!" Jimin speaks worriedly. But my feet already carrying me towards Yuri, ready to stain my small cute blessed hands. But before I could do that, my feet couldn't feel the floor underneath me anymore.

"Let me go," I complain while Jimin carries me like a sack of potato. Not like I would 'really' kill Yuri.

"Chim.Let.Me.Go." I utter. Threats plastering my voice pathetically leading to Jimin.

"You're more dangerous than Yoongi." He states as I roll my eyes. "I need to lock you up in a room."

What? No way!

My instincts norm me to struggle more around his grip hearing his words. While Yuri enjoys her full freedom as well as sticking out her tongue at me at the term of teasing. Jimin facing his back at her while he carries me into the unknown. For the final time, I shoot bullets through my glare as if she cares now.

You are so dead, Min Yuri.

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"Promise me. You won't cause any trouble." Jimin speaks with his soothing voice, letting me down. My eyes involuntarily trailing around the things placed around me. The heavy curtains blocking the sunlight makes this room a bit creepy. Yet it's so well organized.

"Hey!" Jimin says while waving his hand in front of my face.

"I'm not a kid!" I growl. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, a hint of anger still evident in my expression. But the sense of curiosity alters, pushing my thought of revenge at the back of my mind for the moment.

One thing really captured my eyes.

A photo of a little boy.

My fingers gliding on the glass surface while my curious eyes investigate the picture more.

The boy in the picture looked nothing like Jimin.

Then it must be...

"So this is that lost boy?" I ask, eyes still in the picture. That means this is his dad's bedroom.

The feeling of curiosity pricks me, the more second passes. Not getting any reply from Jimin, I let my curious gaze visit him. A sigh of exasperation leaves his mouth after he just nods in the affirmative.

"Yeah. He's the only reason why I'm here with 'his' dad."

[Next update: Friday😉]