"That was pointless, we could've just stayed strangers."

Y/n's P.O.V

-Approximately 1 week later-

Indistinct chatters and laughter encircle the aromatic surroundings of the tiny cafe. Giggles and chatters also misbehave on my corner. The vicinity of the cafe sustains itself into a cocoon of joy for a few warm and blessed moments. But among every other person, annoyance illustrates the way my finger fiddles with the fork, brutally breaking the heart of food.

Not that I'm hating that atmosphere. It's just the random sorrow gripping me with its claws after regretting my whole life's decisions.

Pretty common.

Everything was so perfect from the morning. Slowly and reluctantly, I woke up from my slumber. The golden rays trickled in through the curtains while I just hugged the soft sheets. Probably trying to shed me from the remaining glimpses of my dreams. The process of soaking into the warmth of my covers continued till I felt my phone vibrating.

A sheepish grin encouraged my face as I analyzed the caller's ID.

Chim.

Along with all those sweet exchanges of good morning and all, we planned on meeting up for breakfast at a cafe, including Yuri. Since it's a weekend, we might end up having brunch. And that's what I like the most.

But little did I know that the starting of the shatterings of my day would knock in without an invitation.

And I proudly place all the blames on Yuri.

Cause she's the initial point of my annoyance of the day.

The moment I sensed that I couldn't feel the merest existence of Yuri in the house, I knew it. She basically left out of nowhere. Checking through my unread messages, I get confirmed on my assumptions.

[Gonna be late. Don't wait😘

-From Yuri]

After reading the text, the calm atmosphere of my bedroom hampered by the audible sigh from me. Not because I was upset or stuff. The fact that she was going out of my sight almost every day leaving that text, was offending me. I've always tagged her along on my hangout plans no matter what. And in return what do I get? Being ditched by Yuri.

'Okay fine! I'll go without Yuri.'

These are all my anger issues could sum up, until I blur it all out for the sake of a peaceful morning shower. Planning the best breakfast menu along with my outfit. 'Have to enjoy my weekend' is the only goal for today.

But seems like, the day itself challenged my luck for being good for once.

The cry of frustration leads me to my bed after a few hours. The minutes of effort in choosing the outfit, which was totally nugatory. My eyes once again scan through the text of Jimin, before another dispirited sigh erupts from me.

[Sorry. Have to cancel the plans. Got some urgent works. ON WEEKEND.😞

-From Chim]

Perfect. Now my life is making a bit sense. All those good things earlier this week almost made me think that I'm living someone else's life.

After a while, under the covers of the dark discouragement, my mom surprisingly shows up with a glimmer of hope.

Hope for making today worth it.

It's been really a while since I last saw her.

So the first thing my brain suggested was to carry on the plans of breakfast with my mom.

But...

To make it all worst...

My mom couldn't stop singing out the impressive acts of Mr.Jung's son. One or two words about him are good but continuous bragging about him is giving my headache an opportunity.

I couldn't appreciate the odd act of my mom.

My thoughts are offering me two reasons behind her acts based on the knowledge I've about her.

1. Maybe the person 'truly' deserves it. Like 'really deserving.' As I've rarely seen her praising someone without their presence.

2. She has other intentions behind it.

'But what intention?'You may ask. But my brain is too lazy to work on that.

Besides that, all the sweetness and sugar rush on my mounds of pancakes fails to suck up all the bitterness out of my mind. The golden syrup and berries cascading from the top of pancakes give a bit of push on my pangs of hunger.

My stomach grumbles as I try to dig in without any disruption. But being a failure, I end up fiddling with the fork between my fingers, occasionally nodding with the words.

"He's such a gentleman. Must mention 'just like his dad'." My mom blabbers while I sip on my coffee. The crease forming between my eyebrows is the only thing that could present my disinterest in the topic.

"So what's his name?"  I finally ask as I just recognized that my mom forgot to mention the name of his 'so-called angel'.

"His name is Jung Hoe-" The words of my mom get cut off.

"Oh my god! Not in any way of heaven." My instinct forces the words out of me without my consent.

But I couldn't blame it.

Cause the scene that my eyes are deciphering now could only be destined with only one word.

Betrayal.

He leans in as Yuri erupts with pounds of giggles. He chokes on his attempting words as the laughter pressurizes him. Until Yuri softly pulls him close, whispering something in his ears. But I bet the words again melt in their new romance.

The stare, the intertwining lips, and hands make me gasp.

Because that's when I recognize who she was with.

It's none other than my brother.

Kim Namjoon.

Well played two of you.

"Didn't know you guys were into the kink of 'keeping it secret'?" I blurt out as the severe sarcasm for them is stinging my mind. My mind itself falls into the ocean of confusion on why I'm even raging over such a matter.

Because behind the emotion of betrayal for not telling me about them, hides another unknown feeling fueling into me, which is too childish to even admit.

All I know that I need to get over the feeling before it takes control of my life.