Itsumi walked back home in disappointment, her makeup wearing off slowly as she had waited all day outside that hotel. Even a glimpse of her bias, Yoongi, would have made it all worth it. The only thing that had really happened was that encounter with the couple she had talked to. 

Stomping inside, she ignored her mother's questions and made her way outside into her room. Setting her bag on the desk, she fell into her bed and screamed into a pillow, angry with the day's results. Tomorrow she would visit the other hotel. 

"Oppa, I'm home," she said in the little Korean she knew, her voice muffled by the comforter.

Itsumi sighed, looking up to her Suga pillow for comfort. She caressed his face softly, being gentle with the silk fabric. There was something that continued to bother her about the girl, she was sure that they had met before. She reminded Itsumi of someone, but she couldn't put her finger on it. 

She got up from the bed to grab her laptop, opening up Internet. Almost instinctively, her search engine popped up with BTS in the search bar. She scrolled through the regular results, until an article caught her eye.

'NEWS: Who's that girl with BTS?'

Itsumi's eyes lit up, why hadn't she seen this before? She clicked on the link, eagerly taking in the information. The moment she scrolled down, she was met with a picture profile of girl from before, her soft features and large pretty eyes accented nicely in the candids that followed making Itsumi's emotions flare up.

She didn't like feeling inferior like this, at most things she was #1. She had even made it to Regional President of the official Japanese ARMY, standing by them since their debut. And yet this girl just waltzes in and gets what she wants automatically. She couldn't help but feel jealous towards the girl, she was only a year older and yet had managed to accomplish all of this.

Frowning she continued to scroll down, the general information about the girl and her role as the International Management Agent for BTS ending in several pictures of her and the band together. Itsumi sucked in her breath as she looked at all the pictures, each of them tearing her apart as she saw the chemistry between her and the band, in pictures of them laughing and having fun. The frown now prominent on her face, she scrolled down to look at the last picture, almost screaming when she saw it.

It was taken the day BTS was expected in Japan, but unlike most airport pictures, someone had gotten a very high quality picture of Sophie. The only problem was it was a very clear and detailed picture of Sophie holding her oppa's hand. Itsumi zoomed in, anger building in her as she noticed how natural the both of them looked and how much of a couple the two looked like. They even had matching black work bags. 

She thought back to the day's earlier events, Suga was holding a pair of sunglasses inside the picture that had the same frames of the man that was with Sophie. Connecting the dots, her heart dropped and she internally beat herself up. Her oppa was standing a couple feet in front of her and she didn't even recognize him. 

Her blood started boiling, the anger slowly turning into a livid wrath. It was already bad enough with these pictures. But Sophie had the audacity to lie to her about the band's location and said that the two of them were dating to her face. If it was the truth, Itsumi wouldn't be able to live.

She could feel her heart drop, her breathing getting shorter and raspier. Another panic attack. Itsumi stood up from the desk, pacing around the room in a frenzied state as she thought about her oppa, her Yoongi, belonged to someone else. She shook a little, quickly making her way to her closet, pulling out the large poster board hidden in the back.

Her close up candids of Oppa, each of them taken stealthily enough that she could see his true nature without all the other distractions but without distracting him either. She had risked a lot to get these pictures, sneaking into hotels, stadiums and studios to take them each. Stroking the edge of the poster board, Itsumi sighed, calming down a little. Looking at these pictures always cheered her up, no one else had these pictures or even knew they existed. They were just for her.

Hers.

He was hers.

Itsumi frowned again, her thoughts recollecting after that attack. She needed a plan. One that would get rid of this nobody that dared to cross her, a plan to make Yoongi hers. It would take time and a lot of planning, but she was ready. 

She printed out a picture of the young agent and smiled back at the girl's innocent expression. Taping it to her mirror, she fluffed her hair up. 

"You better be ready, Ryu Sophie."