SORA'S POV

After a little more conversation, Boongi literally passed out on the table. And he was telling me not to drink much.

I chuckled at his state and got up, cleaning the table. I tied my hair in a tight bun and packed the remaining food. It was too much for me.

I picked up the packed food and strolled out on the streets, leaving him there. Cause, what can I do?

I walked with a smile, admiring the nightscape, finally getting to the street right behind ours.

"Omo, Sora, I thought you'll not come," an old woman spoke.

"How can I not? I was just catching up with my old friend and hence got late. Sorry," I bowed and a number of kids ran upto me with bright eyes.

"Sora Noona!" A little boy blubbered making me smile wide.

"Yup it's me. I've got food!" I grinned and they chimed.

They were around five to six kids, living in this abject poverty. It aches me, I wish I could help them in any way possible. They sat on the pavement of an almost-dilapidated house when I served them in paper plates.

"Unnie, this is so awesome," a girl complimented and I ruffled her hair in admiration.

"Eat well, guys, it's alot."

I walked up to the woman who was admiring the children eat sumptuously.

"They are cute, aren't they?" I questioned and she nodded.

"It's so cruel for them not having parents," she sighed painfully.

I pressed my lips in a firm line, "They'll make it. I'll try-"

"Oh no no, Sora, you should focus on yourself. You're already doing so much for us. Their education and all, I could have never."

"It's not like that. I love doing this. I have no where to use my money anyway," I shrugged. "And there's a provision for children, the fees is almost nothing." It's true, I earn way too much than what my needs would want.

A child ran upto me, "Noona," he questioned. His bright big eyes looking upto me.

"You want anything?"

He shook his head. "Noona, can you touch my mark? I love you," he said and motioned his inked wrist towards me.

I stifled a laugh. Love? For food? That's so ingenuous. Children are just so pure.

"Baby, your mark doesn't decolourize till you're eighteen," I responded with a smile.

He pouted, "But I love you."

I scooted down to meet his eyes. "Do we need to be soulmates to love each other? Don't you love Aunty?" I pointed out to the old woman.

He nodded. "Are you soulmates? Don't you love your friends? Your classmates?"

"We can love without being soulmates?" He asked and tilted his head. I nodded, holding his hands in mine. "Just that love is a bit different. We can care for each other, understand each other, love each other. We just cannot complete each other. You'll find the person who'll complete you. And that surely isn't me."

"Why?" He pouted again making me snort.

"Because..." I bopped his little button nose, "You're this little cutie pie and I will eat you."

His eyes widened in horror and I laughed. "Just go and eat before I eat you, my pie," I chuckled and he ran off.

"Sora, I think you should try finding a way out too. There must be-"

"Do we have to have soulmates to love? I don't think so!" I smiled and walked past her.

I walked around, immersed in some thought when a huge force caused me to stumble backwards. Yoongi was holding my shoulders, panting right in front of me.

My eyes widened and I was taken aback. Wasn't he dead asleep?

He looked up and his eyes had such fear in them that it sent a jolt down my spine.

"Where the fuck did you go at ten in the night?" He questioned.

I was struck, glancing at him. My gaze drifted to his feet, he wasn't even wearing his shoes.

"I... I was just-"

"How in hell are you that careless with each thing for real? You left your phone too!" He grunted, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly. My heart pounded roughly in my chest. This feeling was new to an orphan like me. The feeling of being cared for.

"I'm-"

"Just shut up, let's go, it's dark here," he added, pulling me by my wrist. I just followed him mutely.

And he says... I am a nothing to him.

"Oh Yoongi!" I muttered and he looked back.

"Not you," I got free of his grip and picked up the baby kitten, who just came out towards me.

"Why is it me?" He hissed.

"Because it looks like you," I smiled wide and the kitten mewled.

"Here, hold it," I motioned it towards him but he backed off like the coward ass he is.

"It doesn't bite, I assure you."

"Are you... Sure?"

I nodded and he took that little creature his hands delicately, our fingers brushing against each other when did so. The touch was so exquisite that it made me flinch lightly.

"Gimme your phone," I ordered and he gave me a look before pulling it out of his trouser pockets and handing it to me.

Amusingly, he doesn't have a password on. And shit! The wallpaper is back to the boring samsung.

"Say cheese," I said, opening the camera and he actually gave me a smile. I clicked a picture.

I turned it to front camera and stood in front giving a victory sign and the bg being the two kittens together.

"What's with the V?" He asked.

"That's for me reuniting two twins," I laughed and he scoffed. 

"Oh why's my name saved as Irritating Dumbass?" I frowned when I saw that while forwarding the photo and he laughed jubilantly. "Does it feel good facing the truth?" He mocked and I scoffed. We let the kitten go and walked back to my house.

"Look your shoes were just here. You could have worn them, dumbass!" I pointed out to his shoes at my house entrance.

"I was just worried, stupid. For a second I thought you got kidnapped. Seriously, I should have known that even aliens would drop you back," He let out with an amused smile, wearing his shoes when I stopped him.

"I have something," I winked, pulling him in. I made him sit on the couch and brought a small tub.

"What're you trying to do? I'm in no mood of playing with you," he added and I gave him a glare.

I added warm water to the tub and an aroma ball I bought some time before but never used. "Here," I said, placing the tub beside his feet. "Put them in."

He just complied. He is being too good actually.

"It feels good?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he sat back, his feet moving a little in the small tub that made me smile. Little kitten.

I stood up and turned back when he pulled me by my wrist such that I was sitting just beside him. Our faces were so close that I could smell the wine in his breath. My eyes widened at his preposterous act.

"It relieves stress," he said seriously. I shifted a little, "Ofcourse."

"You should try this," he said.

"I just had one," I replied, looking away.

"We can share."

"No. Ew. Just keep it to yourself," I gave him a disgusted look.

"Please," he requested. No. You're not getting it. HE REQUESTED FOR ME TO RELIEVE THE STRESS!

I was starstruck. He is not my Boongs. He is an impostor!

"What's wrong with you?"

"Who are you? You can't be Yoongi," I muttered and gave me an annoyed look.

I sighed and shifted back, placing my feet in the same tub. That's gross... But it's really relaxing.

Our feet were touching each other's and so were our shoulders. I gulped at the proximity. His mark was so close to my face.

Should I touch it? Why should I? What the fuck?

"Anything?" He asked, suddenly looking at me. My heart almost forgot how to beat and I pulled my feet out, standing up.

"Y-You can continue. I have some work. Close the door when you leave," I spoke in a haste and ran to my room, successfully concealing my burning red skin.

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Me doing the Peter Panda Dance 😂😂)