Ona's Perspective

As I sat across from Irene, her twinkling eyes staring at me and her pale pink lips smiling, all I could do was have a blank mind.

We sat in an ice cream parlor with red and white stripes painting the walls, the intoxicating smells of sugary treats, and the loud noises of happy children. Of course, I didn't come here by myself to meet her. Mickey came as she wanted to understand what Irene wanted...if she wanted anything.

Mickey told me she didn't like Irene. When I asked why, she just said she wasn't a fan of anyone honing in on someone she liked.

"I thought you were bringing your boyfriend?" Irene asked me as she nodded to Mickey, who just sipped her chocolate milkshake.

"He's not my boyfriend and he's....busy." I smiled a little but stared down at the plain vanilla bean ice cream that was melting slowly to make a pool of white cream.

"Oh, I just thought...," she trailed off. She played with her strawberry ice cream as she pondered. "The way he seemed to look at you I just assumed." She chuckled.

To be honest, it's been a week since Taehyung sent me that quick message. I need you.

I never did reply, so I was hoping to God it wasn't something terrible. Another reason why I haven't replied is because Jimin forbade it.

Jimin came home, sweat dripping down his hair as he had apparently walked all the way home and his eyes were wild as if he had just fought 100 men.

"What's wrong?" I had asked him as I looked up from my spot on the sofa, tightly wrapped in a wool blanket.

"You can't talk to him ever again." He told me, breathing hard as he headed towards the kitchen. I could hear the harsh noises of cups clanking against each other along with the loud noises of gulping.

I furrowed my brows as I threw the blanket off me to follow my brother into the kitchen. He was leaning against the fridge with a cup of water in his other hand. He had thrown off his loose white shirt to show his black undershirt, soaked with sweat.

"Jimin...are you okay? Who are you talking about?" I approached him, carefully placing my hand on his shoulder. Yes, it was sweaty but honestly, I wasn't worried about that.

"Him. Taehyung. Why would you skip school for him?" He asked, turning his warm brown eyes on me. I gulped as I looked down, scratching my arm in a nervous tick. "Your title means so much to you and yet now you're willing to throw it away for him."

"He's your best friend." I told him. He's never acted this way towards Taehyung. Yes, he's been mad at him before but never once has he showed a rage such as this.

"Was...until I realized he was manipulating my little sister into ditching school to do stupid things." He removed himself from the fridge, putting the cup down and staring at me. We were around the same height so I wasn't too nervous under his stare, but still, it held an icy coldness I couldn't feel comfortable with.

"But you were also keeping me from my studies when you made me hang out with you all over a month ago!" I argued. Why did I have to take a break from Taehyung? Because I was scared of what was happening? And did he tell Jimin what we did? "You didn't care if I went to a party when I had school the next day!"

"I admit. I was a terrible brother that thought you needed to open up more. Now I realized that mother and father would punish me if I let their little girl fail. So, I'm banning you from ever seeing him and from ever messaging him." He didn't even hesitate as he grabbed my phone from my front pocket, logging into my phone, and already deleting anything to do with his best friend.

All I could do was stand there and watch him. My heart felt like it was going to rot with the fact that Taehyung would no longer be there. No longer take me away from my quiet life to show me something more. Give me a taste of life and what his was.

"Ona?" A gentle voice called me out of my deep remembrance and I looked up to see both Mickey and Irene staring at me. "Gwaenchanha?" Mickey asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Was I? I was basically grounded by Jimin and now I'll never know what Taehyung needed from me. Did I miss him? Terribly. Did I ever want to see him again? So badly.

"Yeah, just thinking." I said, giving a subtle smile to ease their worries. I'm glad to have found 2 people that cared for me besides my brother.

And Taehyung, my mind whispered to me, but I shook away that feeling.

As we finished our desserts, Irene suggested we shop around for a bit since she wanted to find some things for her next party. She invited both of us but I refused and Mickey scoffed, leaving Irene to just laugh at her expression.

A party was not what I needed. I needed more.

"Well, if not the party," Irene said, sifting through a dress rack. "Maybe a day at the beach. How about this weekend?" She looked to us.

Irene was not what I expected. She was one of the most popular girls in school and yet, she wanted to befriend me. I do have my doubt's that this is all some sweet, twisted joke, but usually I am able to tell. So far, I haven't found a clue that she's playing me.

"I don't like sand." Mickey sighed as she wrapped her arm through mine.

"You can wear sandals and sit on a beach towel," Irene giggled and examined a floral print dress that was cut in the middle to show her waist. "It's going to be fun!"

"I'll think about it." I smiled to her as I remembered the time Taehyung took me to the cliff and I was stupid enough to run off. But then again, I witnessed Taehyung almost bring his lips to mine. Yes, I was awake in that moment, but I was so scared to move in that I wanted to see how far he was going. When he was inches away from my face, I grew nervous and began sputtering up water which might not have been the best method.

"I think I found the one!" Irene sang as she held up a deep red dress with a heart shaped neckline and a cute in the middle to show some ounce of pale flesh.

"That's something a street walker would wear." Mickey said under her breath but I elbowed her to keep her quiet as we followed Irene to the registers. Sometimes it surprised me how not so quiet Mickey was and how sarcastic she could be at times. But that's what I loved about her since she gave me such delight in my plain life.

After Irene was done patrolling the shopping mall and giving Mickey "feet cramps", it was time for me to be dropped off and go back under the eyes of my now strict brother.

"So you will think about it?" Irene smiled over to me as she dropped me and Mickey off in front of my home.

"She said she will." Mickey sighed, grabbing my hand as she turned me around. I gave Irene an apologetic smile and waved to her. She did the same and drove off, her music blaring throughout the neighborhood.

"You should be nicer." I lectured Mickey, but I couldn't help the silly grin on my face.

"I'll be nice when she decides to keep her paws off of my best friend." She told me. I felt happy she considered me as her best friend, causing a childish smile to fill up my face. As we walked in, we were met with Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi who sat on the leather couches, zoned in on some type of action film.

Jungkook smiled up at me, his bunny teeth showing. "Annyeong, Noona and....Hyorin." He nodded to Mickey beside me, causing her to smile down at her feet. Honestly, that was too cute for even me to handle.

"What are you watching?" I asked, silently stepping up to them and focusing on a battlefield with soldiers choking on powder in the air and gunfire blasting from the stereos.

"Something boring." Yoongi muttered as he scrolled endlessly on his phone.

"Yah! You wanted to watch it!" Jimin exclaimed.

"So that you could stop talking to me." Yoongi mumbled so quietly you almost couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Rude Hyung," Jimin sighed, pausing the video to look at me. "Do you have homework, tests, anything due?" And right away with the questions. This is how it's been for the past week. Every time I came home, Jimin would start questioning me about school then have me do my work in the living room so he could watch me as if I was some child.

Before he wasn't pushy on those things as he knew I always got everything done, but now, after Taehyung, he's been very uptight.

"I've done it all. Even Mickey helped," I crossed my arms as he raised an eyebrow at me. "Mwo?" (What?)

"Hopefully you're not lying." Jimin shrugged, pressing play to make the movie go again.

"Now you're calling me a liar? God, you're such a pest. I wish Taehyung was here so he can take me away from all of this again." I huffed as I walked heavily up the stairs, muttering incoherent curses under my breath. Yes, I said that to make Jimin upset because he's honestly being so absurd.

I could hear Mickey's quick footsteps behind me, but I didn't want to see anyone, not even my best friend. But I didn't have the heart to just kick her out because my anger was boiling red.

"Wait, Noona," I heard Jungkook's voice behind me as I opened my door. Turning around, I saw him smiling at me, his adorable side one that all the younger girls loved. Mickey was behind him but soon came to my side and entered my room to let us talk. "Gwaenchanha?" He asked, stepping closer so that his voice was a whisper and I could hear him clearly.

"Jimin's being difficult." I shook my head, leaning against the door frame as a million thoughts rushed around my head. Yes, I felt guilty for bringing up Taehyung but why should I? I didn't find Taehyung as a bad guy nor a nuisance to my life. I should be okay with bringing him into a conversation but when hurting someone or purposely causing another person to be upset created a weighty guilt to hang in my heart.

"He's just being a good brother," Jungkook sighed, looking away before staring back at me with his dark brown eyes. "I mean, when you're not around, he tells me how much he just wants to keep you on the right track. He's not banishing you from Taehyung to make you upset on purpose."

"I feel like a princess locked away in a tower." I mean, I was able to see friends but only go out once a week now. If I wanted to see anyone, they had to come and visit me. So, thankfully, Mickey was always up for that.

Jungkook laughed a little, nodding. "If that's how you want to put it. But here," He took a crushed ball of paper from his jacket pocket, grabbed my hand, and placed it there. "Maybe this will help." He smiled.

"What is it?" I asked him. I don't know. Unknown things always make me worry.

"I'm not sure. I wasn't allowed to look at it." He shrugged.

"Is it from you or...?" I asked him but he shook his head.

"Just open it." He suggested, nodding to the crumbled paper.

I sighed before daintily unfolding the creased paper, curious as to why it is such a secret.

Once becoming undone, I stared at the messy handwriting that was engraved on the page, some parts were scratched out but I could make out the most important parts:

I'm probably going to get hit for this.

The first part had said, causing me to let out a slight chuckle as I kept reading:

This has been hard. I won't deny that. I've been wanting a chance to find a way to see if you were alright or eating healthy. But I've been closed off  from all sides. Jimin blocked my number on his phone and now it seems you have blocked mine. I don't know if that was your doing or his but I hope I can do something about that.

Jungkook was nice enough to be my messenger and see that this lands in your hands only. I hate writing and probably always will but I know you like that stuff so maybe this will give me some brownie points as I probably need thousands by now.

I want to see you. I don't care where or when, but hopefully soon. I've been cooped up with Namjoon and Hoseok all the time. I feel like I'm going to go insane. They follow Jimin's wishes like slaves, so luckily our dongsaeng is a saint.

I laughed again. Sometimes he could be dramatic when he doesn't realize it.

I need you to write me a note to know if it's okay or not to see each other. I know how loyal you are to Jimin, but I know you are my friend and I feel like you think of me from time to time. At least once. So please, give your note to Jungkook so I can get a peace of mind. If you say yes, tell me where and I will be there at the exact time in the right place. If you say no, I promise to never speak to you again and we can live our life on different paths. God, I sound like a poet but I know you love this, so I'll stick with it.

Hopefully, I will be able to see your face one more time because seeing my Hyungs' face all the time makes me want to pull my hair out.

Your amazing friend,
Kim Taehyung

I smiled as I read the lengthy note and felt my heart pounding as he seemed so sincere. I looked up to see Jungkook waiting for something to happen.

"Come here." I told him as I grabbed his hand and brought him into my room. Luckily, the sounds of people fighting downstairs continued to let me know Jimin was still preoccupied.

"What's going on?" Mickey asked as she looked up from her phone to where I dragged Jungkook to my desk.

"Something important." I sighed and grabbed a sheet of paper and my blue pen. As I thought hard on my answer, I bit my lip before proceeding:

Saturday, at 6:30 pm. Meet me at the place where I fell for you.

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Sorry this chapter was short, but I actually quite liked it. You got to see Irene in action with Ona and some cute note writing aha. Hopefully you liked it and I hope you keep reading!