A/N: Remember to add "I Fell For Park Jimin" to your libraries as this story is almost done!

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Ona's Perspective

I sighed as I listened to Jimin's 90th voicemail. Each one tettering up and down like a roller coaster as he went from mildly angry, to calm, to super distressed. As we thought, he believed me to be with Mickey until he had apparently visited her and I was no where to be found. My heart felt such pain as his voice croaked at some points, constantly saying "sorry" or "where are you?". I am shocked he didn't think to look at his Hyung's home, but I was somehow grateful. I don't know how I would have reacted if he turned up.

This whole situation was beyond insane, as if I was trapped in some unreal, mythological scenario where Taehyung was the villain that stole me away while my brother was the sensitive and deeply romantic prince that just wanted everything back to normal. Of course, I didn't see Taehyung as someone evil or possessive but that's how Jimin presented him as.

"I miss you too." I whispered, ending the voicemail while taking a shuttering, deep breath. When did I become the rebellious daughter, the turned around sister? What happened to the girl that favored her dim lighted room and the bright screen of her computer that held her art and video games. Now, I was curled up on the black couch of an apartment rented out by a bunch of bachelors.

Of course, I loved each one of the boys as they have helped me feel welcome and always showed me the brightest smile. But, still. It was hard to forget the comforts of home and the constant teasing of my brother. I missed my father and mother too as Jimin informed in a text that they had left to China for a six month business trip. Which means he had the large, empty house to himself.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok asked beside me, his brown-orange tousle of hair sticking up in random places as his eyes showed concern.

"Ne," I nodded. "Just listening to Jimin's voice mails."

"He'll come around," He smiled, patting my arm. "He's probably just not used to this." He shrugged. No doubt about that. Jimin wasn't too strict when it came to boys liking me, but when it came to his closest friends play flirting with me, it was a whole new story. Now that Taehyung and I were actually a thing, it must be a whirlwind of emotions for him.

"I'm still not used to this." I chuckled, causing him to smile a bit and nod.

"But you love our Tae no matter what." Hoseok said it in the from of a statement as he knew, and as did everyone, that that was very true. I was always so shy and cringed when it came to anything involving love as I wasn't the most romantic or mushy person. I did, however, love when Taehyung smiled at me or when he would kiss my cheek if I tried to push him away. He was the most romantic man I have ever met and he was warming my solid heart filled with reserved insecurity.

I blushed, smiling a bit as I nodded, running my thumb along the outer edge of my phone that showed a picture of Taehyung and I, our cheeks pressed together as his lips curved into a breath taking smile and my hands covering my face as I laughed in embarrassment. He insisted that I make this my background as he loved how adorable he looked, making me roll my eyes at his self-absorbed comment. But, I didn't hesitate and now it's actually one of my favorite pictures.

"Taehyung, I am tired of saying no," Namjoon sighed as he walked out from down the hallway, his hair covered by a black baseball cap while Taehyung followed behind, his lips in a downward pout and his hands pocketed in his black hoodie. "Take that as my finality for this."

"Ah, but Hyung," Taehyung groaned. "You would be perfect for the part and it's the only way I could even get in."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his eyes in obvious annoyance before turning to look at him, hands on his hips as he stared down at the younger. "You're saying I would be perfect for the part of a simple minded person that gets pushed into the dirt by you."

Taehyung nodded, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't hurt Namjoon's pride at that moment. "Yeah," As Namjoon stepped forward, Taehyung took many steps back as if he would be thrown to the ground by his Hyung. "I'm just saying that playing someone opposite could be good for you."

Namjoon pointed his finger at Taehyung, looking as though he was about to say something, but dropped his hand and shook his head, flipping up his hat to smooth back his darker hair before placing the cap down again. "Why don't you do it with Jin or Hoseok? I'm busy with Sky and the others anyway. Or try that other one with Ona?" He waved Taehyung off before going to the kitchen to make himself something.

When Namjoon found out I was staying here, he was a bit conflicted on whether or not to call Jimin or not. It worried Taehyung and I as he was so persistent to unravel my whereabouts to my brother, but as I pleaded and hugged him until he softened up, he allowed it. Everything has been great, except for my constant worrying of Jimin. Taehyung had enrolled to the Seoul Institute, but had to find the right skit to present to his teacher for his permanent position in the class. Yes, he was trying to be an actor, and we all encouraged it whole heatedly. He had dropped the whole bad boy games to live a life filled with motivation to do something with his life and to prove his father wrong.

"I need to do this. Not just for me, but to show him he is wrong." He said as he laid at the end of Jin's bed and I watched him from where I sat against the fluffy pillows, giving him a reassuring smile to comfort his troubled thoughts.

"I think it will be good for you and it will be something you enjoy." I nodded. I was still a bit worried about what would happen if he got accepted into a company and become a lovable actor. I didn't know what would come of it, but I would never doubt him.

"He's just...evil," He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He thinks the world is his, that everyone should bow before him. Just because he is one of the most richest people in South Korea, doesn't mean he has the right to treat everyone like shit." Taehyung was so passionate about how his father was, how much he hated him. I didn't have that hatred for anyone, so I couldn't relate on a personal level. But from seeing his pained expression to how his brown eyes flamed up in anger, I knew I had to show support through the love I felt for him.

"Don't have him be your main concern," I moved closer to him, having him look at me and I felt butterflies hit my insides as if they were telling  me to move and save myself from that lovable stare. "You should do this for you, to make you happy."

"You make me happy," He reached over to take my hand, bringing it to his chest to feel the slow, rhythmic beats of his heart, causing mine to pick up pace. "Nothing can compare to you. Not even acting or proving my father wrong.  I could be homeless and a never ending disappointment to my family, but that still wouldn't be the end of my happiness. As long as you are with me, and show me that beautiful smile of yours, I am forever happy."

That was just last night and my mind still couldn't wrap around those sweet words of his. It was always hard to hear things like that, aimed towards me, but when he spoke those sentences, he seemed completely genuine and it made me so much more deeper in love. Never would I have thought I would feel this but with him, I could feel anything.

I looked up as Taehyung waved his hand at Namjoon, dismissing him. That's when his he caught my eyes watching him, causing his boyish smile to appear. He basically skipped over to me, falling in between Hoseok and I and nuzzling his face against my shoulder, letting his lips leave a tender kiss against the fabric of my black sweater.

I could feel him tilting his head to look at my phone and I was about to hide the messages by Jimin until he snatched the phone away, sighing as he scrolled through the un-answered messages.

"I'm nervous to reply." I told him, bringing up my legs to try and find a comfortable position to make me feel somewhat better. Only when I thought of my brother, I became an anxious and depressed mess. Jimin had always been there for me. When we were younger he read me stories before bed, made forts in the grand living room, had movie days, and I even allowed him to drag me to the park here and then so he could push me on the swings. As you can tell, my parents were never exactly a huge impact on my life. It was all Jimin's love and care that I am who I am today. I find comfort in him, along with Taehyung now. So, ignoring him, not allowing him a peaceful mind as I sat here, contemplating on my choices, seemed cruel.

"Don't be," Taehyung told me, handing me back the phone. "You should call him." He placed his hand on my knee, rubbing circle with his thumb to create a sense of calm like the sound of waves crashing or the brush of a soft blanket. That's what he caused.

"What would I say? I feel like I disappointed him." I slouched back against the leather of the couch. I'm scared of his response, that's what it is.

"Hey," Taehyung lightly tugged on my chin with his fingers, having me look towards him. His face was mere inches and the puffs of breath he let out smelled of fresh berries from the drink he had earlier. It was intoxicating. "You could never do that. Not to him, your parents, or us. Go into this with a positive mind, okay?" He smiled, leaning forward and kissing the tip of my nose. It was a loving gesture that made me feel giddy once more.

I would be lying if I said my heart was trying to claw its way out my chest from such a heartfelt action.

Of course, I wanted to hear my brother's voice and to see him again. I was just afraid of how he would sound...how he would be. Usually, when really angry, everyone gave him space and time to calm down. It's been a while since that eventful day. To finally tell him how much Taehyung meant to me, to elaborate the feeling he gave me and that there was nothing to feel angry about. Jimin was blind to most things, but when it came to guys, especially people in our group, liking me, then he was against it. I remember years ago when Hoseok kept telling Jimin that he thought I was pretty and wanted to ask me out, but Jimin cut that thought right out of his mind with his glare.

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My feet swirl around in the deep end of the crystal blue water of the pool. I could feel my heart compressing into a tight ball of stress, never once being released as the pressure felt heavy on my body. I wore one of my large hoodies today as the sun kept hiding itself behind grey clouds, making it cold at some points and then warm. But my pain reason was so the hood could cover my eyes that would have to face Park Jimin.

Taehyung was right, I shouldn't be nervous and just accept the fact that I can't live like this forever. For me, being away from my brother is like being away from life support. He's been there for me ever since birth and kicking him away would drag me under. After debating and debating about whether or not call him, I plucked up the courage and called him. His voice was so surprised and happy that I couldn't help but smile because of how much I missed him. He didn't even hesitate to accept my offer to meet me at the location.

Taehyung said I should go somewhere not public nor at my house, so I chose mine and Tae's home with the open air and the cold waters of the pool to soothe my thoughts. Taehyung wanted to come with, but I told him it might become troublesome and things can do downhill. So, he just said if I needed him, I was to call him.

"Ona?" I turned around, nerves becoming frozen, to see my brother, his hair was bled away of the midnight black to take over a summery blonde, making him look Western but very fresh and cute. I adored my brother too much.

I couldn't help myself as I got up, not even caring of the fact I almost slipped because of my wet feet, and collided against him, wrapping my arms around his waist and breathing in the warm cinnamon smell he always seemed to go for. It was moments later when he repeated my action, burying his nose into my hair.

"How are you?" Was all I could get out as I was feeling the bubbles of nerves crowd my inner thoughts.

"I've been better," He sighed a little, moving back a bit to allow some space in between us. "I've been...trying to understand everything." I bit my lip as I watched him look around, moving away to study the pool and the backside of the house. "Who lives here?"

"No one," I shrugged, sitting back down and plunging my already dried feet back into the depths of the blue water. "Taehyung cleaned up the house and made it our space." I didn't know how far I could go when it came to talking about his best friend. But I felt like this explanation was harmless.

"Taehyung...how's he?" He went next to me, but didn't sit, as if something held him up by a string and wasn't allowing his body to drop down.

"He's great," I nodded, smiling a bit. "He's going to my school as well now. He's trying to get into acting."

I thought I heard Jimin chuckle from above, as if he found Taehyung's path to be foolish, but I knew he wasn't like that. Jimin was supportive of everyone's dream and what they wanted. One time, when I was younger, I wanted to have a full time job as an anime character, obviously not understanding the fantasy of that, but he just smiled and said I should. That's how amazing my brother was.

"He would be good," I saw him sit down next me, causing the shy side of myself to bring my hood over to cover my eyes, the nervous tingles in my stomach moving to my arms and feet. "It's hard."

I turned to him a little, tilting my head as I couldn't understand what he was getting at. Hard? What could be on his mind? Was it the girl he liked? Life?

"What do you mean?" I said in a small voice, unsure of how to answer to his statement. I felt trapped like a bird in a cage right now.

"Realizing you're not my little sister anymore...and that you will have boys liking  you and maybe you will do the same back. I just didn't know it would be my best friend you would fall for," He laughed a bit, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe the scenario. "I was just used to seeing you as the little girl who loved playing video games and making me sing to you when you got scared at night. I still see that. That's why I reacted the way I did. I just don't want you to get hurt."

My heart broke a little at Jimin's confession and it made me tear up a bit. I didn't think he would say this. I just thought it was the typical 'don't date my sister because it's weird' thing, but it seems like it was a more deeper meaning. I would expect this to be an answer from a father to a daughter, but as I think now, Jimin raised me. Our father didn't have time for kids which amazes me that we are even here.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say as words weren't something I could muster up at the moment.

"For what? Growing up and becoming a woman?" Jimin sighed, pushing back my hood so that my hair tumbled out and allowing my face to protrude. His eyes were on me, full of that brothery love and worry and even a hint of sadness it seemed. Setting this meet up wasn't going as I thought. I saw Jimin yelling at me and demanding me to come home, but instead we sat calmly, and as though on the same page almost. "I should have seen this coming. Taehyung always spoke way too fondly about you and Baekhyun told me everything he would say."

My eyes widened at him. "Baekhyun? You know him?"

"Of course. We went to school together. All of us did. He was our mentor," Jimin smiled as if the memory was something he missed. "I knew he helped Taehyung through a lot because of his family. I wanted to know what was wrong, so he told me. He spoke a lot about you as well during those times they spoke. He didn't know he was in love with you it seemed but I didn't really think much of it." Jimin looked away, watching the way the waves rippled from my feet moving.

I pondered those words of his. He knew Taehyung had a forming crush on me but didn't see it as harmful. All of this information was making me suffocated in a way and I breathed deeply to soften the craziness in my head.

"What did he do? To make his parents disown him?" I asked, scared to know but curious to not stop him from answering.

"He stole money," Jimin seemed ashamed of that, as if he was the main culprit of Taehyung's actions. "Millions worth from his father's account. His reason...I have no idea," I looked away, my eyebrows furrowing. Why would Taehyung steal money when I'm sure he was allowed to use whatever he wanted. Then again, his family was more strict than mine and he probably wasn't allowed a morsel. "I'm just kidding," he laughed at my shocked face, making me roll my eyes and sigh. "I'm not sure why. Maybe something along those lines. All I know is that it wasn't good," For a moment there was a peaceful silence until Jimin spoke up once more. "I'm not trying to turn him against you by the way."

"I understand." I nodded, plucking the loose thread from my hoodie.

"He means a lot to you, doesn't he?" Jimin looked back at me. I breathed out, biting  my lip before nodding. I was expecting annoyance or a distasteful reaction, but he only smiled a little.

"I love him," I said, turning to him a little. His expression didn't change as I said my confession to him. I did love Taehyung. He made me feel alive, happier, more loved and even beautiful. It was Taehyung that opened my mind to see things more exciting and exquisite. Taehyung helped me through hard times, cherished me like I did him. I don't know what I would do without him. "I fell for Kim Taehyung and I don't think I will ever fall out."

Jimin laughed. "Who knew you would get so poetic because of Taehyung. I guess I can't stop it. You're my sister and he's my best friend which makes it kind of hard for me to process, but I'll do my best." He nodded, causing a huge smile to appear on my face as I threw my arms around him, kissing his cheek as he hugged me back.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"I just don't want any nieces or nephews yet. Please, don't even think about it or I won't hesitate to drop that little boy into the ocean." My heart humped hard against my chest, my eyes the size of saucers as I looked at him.

"Don't talk like that!" I yelled, hitting his arm as he just laughed his contagious laughter, having it spill into the empty air. What nerve he has to say something like and to make my flustered. I wasn't even planning on children, let alone this early and with Taehyung, I was a sickening mess of shyness and embarrassment. I get scared when he's five feet away, how would I be if we did that? Not the best. I shook my head as I tried to remove those thoughts. 

But, I was happy to have my brother once more.

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HELLO. I AM BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL. How is everyone? It has been like...2 months? I have been so busy and with Christmas and work, it was impossible to even turn on the computer to write. I am so sorry for keeping this chapter away from you and not updating. Thank you for being so damn patient with me!

Also, today is the man himself's birthday, Kim Taehyung! I thought it would be perfect to update on this day since there is no work and it is his day. This book is based off of him for God's sake!

Happy Birthday to this beautiful man and I hope his day was amazing! I know they performed which I believe is a perfect way to celebrate your birthday! I hope he got wishes from friends and family and the members made it a night to remember! He truly deserves the best! Send him some love and adore this cute and adorable baby!

This book is coming to an end soon and Jimin's will be staring!