I was in my room with my headphones on, listening to music when I heard an impatient knock at the door.

I checked my phone, figuring it might be my mom again. Maybe she forgot her keys again. But there were no texts from her, nor was it time for her to come home yet.

The time read 15:00. School had dismissed not too long ago. But I wasn't there. After the incident of yesterday, I wasn't feeling too well and didn't think I could face school so soon after something like that. My mom understood, so she didn't mind me staying home. But still she worried since it wasn't normal for someone to stay absent on the second day on school.

There was another knock on the door and I decided that maybe she just came home a bit early.

I quickly headed down stairs and when I opened, the last person I would have expected stood before me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked the rude blonde haired boy from yesterday.

He looked me up and down, ignoring my question. "Oh. So this is the type of girl you are," he said, concluding who he thought I was.

I looked down at myself. I wore a black skinny jeans, a grey tank top along with an unzipped black hoodie, a pair of combat boots and of course my black beanie. Majority of my clothes were black. What was so wrong with that?

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, offended. As if my sense of style was wrong.

Of course, once again he ignored me. "What's wrong with you? Did you get hit by a bus?"

I looked down at myself again, pretending to see if I could still move my arms and legs. "Nope. Doesn't look like it," I answered while looking back up at him, obviously annoyed by the boy.

"Shut up. My point is: you left me alone today at school," he said.

"Aww. You missed me?" I said sarcastically. It was weird how much I disliked this boy that I could even talk this freely with him without having a mental breakdown. "We only met yesterday. Don't at like we're long term friends," I said, rolling my eyes. "Where'd you even get my address from?"

"Can you just be serious for once," he said, ignoring my question. "I'm talking about school, you idiot. We have to do I project together for English class since we sit next to each other." After he saw my react to what he said, he then added: "Yeah I'm not too fond of working with you either. Here," he said and handed me a bunch of pages.

"Oh, I see. You are one of those people," I said, rolling my eyes again. "You want to take advantage of me and make me do all the work."

"You should stop doing that with your eyes. They might stay like that," he said. "And by the way, could you stop making stupid assumptions of people so quickly. I did my part in class. And I still have a few things I need to finish at home." He then gestured to the pages in my hand. "That's your half. Enjoy."

"Whatever. Thanks," I said, not wanting to show how embarrassed and bad I felt.

It was quiet for a while and I wondered why he wasn't leaving already. I was about to say something but the blonde boy spoke before I could.

"Well, now that we've got that out of the way... What do your parents do for a living, rob banks?" He said, walking past me and into the house, looking around.

He immediately went into the living room and laid down in one of the couches. "This is more comfy than any bed I've slept in!"
He then got up and looked around some more.

My eyes shot open and I shook my head, not believing this guy's forwardness and change of mood so quickly. I was still confused about what just happened.

I turned around and saw he was already walking towards the kitchen. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" I said and ran to follow him.

"Are you guys rich or something?" He asked and looked around the kitchen. "Your kitchen's huge!"

"No, it's not. It's normal size," I reasoned.

He pretend-laughed. "Yeah, you keep believing that." He when to the fridge and opened it's door. "Woah!! Look at all this food. How many people are there living in this house?" He asked, amazed.

"Is this not illegal or something?!" I went to him and tried to pull him away from the fridge. "Could you please stop scratching around in here?"

He let go of the fridge. "This is a double story too, isn't it? Wow, this place is so big! It should be illegal for people to have such huge houses."

"You act as if it your first time being in a house like this. Or even seeing food." I said.

"It's just my first time seeing so much food in one place that isn't the grocery store," he said and left the kitchen.

I then stopped and thought for a moment. I recalled yesterday he had said he didn't have enough money to buy stationary. He wasn't lying, was he?

I remembered to follow him and when I reaching the dining room, I saw him walking up the stairs already. "This place is a paradise house!"

"Where are you going?! You can't just look around in people's--" I was cut short when I heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock. I froze. And when I looked back up to the boy on the stairs, I saw he was too.

"Come quickly! It's my mom. You can go out through the back door of the kitchen before she sees you," I whisper-screamed to him while gesturing for him to come down from the stairs.

He had just reached the bottom of the stairs, but it was too late. She opened the door and the boy and I stood frozen there when she saw us.

Like all movies I've watched, I predicted she'd get mad for seeing there was a boy in the house with me alone so I prepared myself to be embarrassed and scold at. But what happened was quite the opposite.

My mom's eyes shot open and she gasped. "OH MY GOSH!! My Y/n has finally brought a friend over! I've been waiting too long for this day to come!" She said, excited.

The boy next to me was completely dumbfounded and at a loss for words. Probably wondering what he had gotten himself into and wishing he had never entered this "paradise" house.

"What?" I managed to say. "N-no. He's just here to drop off some notes he--"

"Oh, stop lying, Y/n." She then turned to the boy. "Ooh, you should stay over for dinner! I'll go make the food quickly," she said and rushed off to the kitchen.

"Wait, no. Mom, he can't stay. He really can't. He has things to do, right?" I said, turning to him.

My mom then stopped and looked at him.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. He didn't know what to say. It took him a while before he actually got something out. "Hi," he said, looking awkward.

I figured he didn't register what we just asked. So I spoke for him. "See? He can't stay. Sorry Mom," I said.

Her happy expression then immediately disappeared and turned to disappointment. "Ah. It's okay, I understand," she said and turned to walk into the kitchen.

I instantly felt bad. She was just excited because I finally brought a friend over. She didn't know I didn't have any friends. I just always told her I was doing fine at school and had friends but they wouldn't come over.

I sighed. I've used this lie for way too long. And finally someone was here. Someone she thought was my friend. Why don't I just let her have her way and be happy for once. So I made a decision.

I turned to the boy next to me. "Could you... please stay?" I asked and when seeing his confused expression I added: "Just for dinner. You saw my mom's face. Please?"

"Why should I? I really do have things to do, you know," he said.

I tried to think of a reason for him to stay. "I... I'll show you around the house. And you could have from our food. My mom makes great food," I said.

"So I have to pretend to be your friend?" He asked and I nodded.

I looked at him with pleading eyes while he decided.

He looked away from me. "I'm only doing it for the food," he said.

"Yessss!" I said excitedly and he looked at me like I was the weirdest person ever, so I stopped and remembered my mom. I ran to the kitchen. "Wait, Mom! He'll stay," I said, smiling.

My mom's face lit up and it made me feel happy. "Great! I'll make something really good."

After an hour, I had already showed him around the house and we had worked on a part of the project together.

We were sitting in my room in silence together after finishing our assignment when the blonde boy spoke. "So you don't have any friends, right? And that's why I have to pretend to be one?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"I can see why you don't have any friends," he said.

"Hey! What does that mean?" I said, offended by the older boy's words. "I just have trouble socializing with people."

"That's obvious. It's because you don't take time to get to know people and you're quick to make assumptions on them. Then treat them based on that," he said.

"Can you blame me? People do that to me all the time. It's why I don't have any friends," I said and he looked up at me. "I'm quiet but people think it's because I hate them and not because I'm shy."

He chuckled a bit. "I never thought you and I would ever have something in common. But I can relate."

"You're kidding. Don't guys like you always have lots of friends?"

"See? You're judging again. But no, I'm not kidding. It's quite obvious you've been living under a rock. You really don't know who I am," he said.

I was about to ask him about it but got interrupted when my mom called for us to come eat.

On the table was roast chicken, ribs and pasta - and quite a lot of it. And of course, the boy next to me did not stay quiet. "Woah~~ That looks delicious. And smells even more amazing!"

"Sit. Eat. There's more than enough," my mom said happily.

We all sat down and ate and the boy next to me could not stop making sounds of enjoyment.

"This food is amazing, Miss," he said and my mom thanked him. "So is no one else coming? Like siblings or other family maybe?" He asked.

My mom answered. "Nope. It's just me and my daughter, Y/n." She thought for a moment. "Y/n, what is your friends name by the way?" She asked.

I froze. I then remembered I didn't even know the boy's name.

"It's Yoongi. Min Yoongi," he said.

"Ah, I see. Very nice name," my mom said. "How long have you guys known each other?"

"Three years," I said.

"Four years" he said.

We looked at each other. We both spoke at the same time.

"What he means," I said, "is that we've known each other for three years and this year's our forth."

Yoongi nodded in agreement, still enjoying his food.

"That's quite long. How is my Y/n? Is she a great friend?"

Yoongi stopped eating and looked up to my mom, then me.

"She... She's not too bad actually," he said, his eyes still on me. "She's got a quick temper and snaps at me pretty often, and she's got quite a funny character..." He said. I started to get mad and was about to make a face at him, but what he said next, made me stop. "But mainly she's got a big heart and really cares about the people around her, always trying to make them happy, no matter how unhappy it would make her," he said and I immediately realized he was talking about what I was doing for my mom right now. He then turned back to look at my mother sitting opposite us.

"Wow~ Your such an amazing friend, Y/n. I always knew you'd turn out to be such a good person," she said. "Just like your father."

After what she had said, I couldn't help but smile. And not a fake one. This time, for real. "It's only because I have such a great mother," I said.

The dinner went well and soon came to an end. Yoongi had asked if he could take some home for his family and Mom didn't mind at all.

I was busy showing him out when he stopped by the door. "Thanks for the food. Also, your mom's really cool. So, treasure her. Not many people are lucky enough to have people like that in their lives," he said awkwardly, but serious.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. What's with the sudden lecture?" I asked, laughing.

"Whatever," he said and turned to leave.

But I stopped him. "Wait! About earlier; judging you like that, it was wrong. I'm sorry for that," I said.

"Nah, it's cool," he said and thought for a moment. "Uhm... Earlier, at the table... The way you smiled at your mom... You should smile more. It looks good on you," he said and you could tell he was being sincere.

"Uhh... Thanks... I think," I said, smiling slightly.

Then, for the last time, he turned around to leave.

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The next day after school I went to the store. I had a lot of money of my own which I barely used for anything so I decided to used it to buy things for Yoongi since I realized he didn't have much.

I even let my mom know about it and she was okay with it. She donated some money towards it too which was really great.

I bought things like pens and pencils, a few notebooks, ready-made foods and things like that. Things he needed.

I headed home after that to do some homework and by 8pm I was done and let my mom know I was heading over to Yoongi's place. She didn't mind because she knew she could trust Yoongi as well as me with public transport. The only reason she didn't drop me off herself was because she was starting to have car problems.

During school I found out by the office what Yoongi's address was and I went to visit that said address. When I got there though, the house looked nothing like what I had thought.

It was an old looking double story. I thought he said he didn't have a huge house. But I could believe he lived in this kind of area from the way he acted as if he'd never seen a fridge full of food. The houses looked worn and old and the area looked kind of poor.

I walked up to the double story and knocked on the door. A middle aged woman answered the door.

"Yes?" She said, impatiently.

"Sorry to bother you, but, uhm... Does Yoongi live here?"

The lady's eyes shot open. "No! Why would you look for him? Do you have a death wish, girl? Stay away from here and don't come back!" She said and slammed the door.

What did she mean by all that? I walked away from the house and down the street, confused. But if he didn't live there, then maybe I got the wrong address? I looked at the address trying to see if maybe I had read it wrong, still walking down the street. I was so distracted that I hadn't seen there was a boy walking in front of me. I bumped into him and almost fell but he caught me.

He laughed and brought me back up. "You should be more carefully when walking down these streets," he said.

"Yeah. S-sorry," I said, looking down.

He bent down a bit to look into my face. "Are you new around here? I haven't seen your face before," he said.

I looked up at him and he stood up straight. "N-no. I don't live here. I was looking for someone..." I said, nervously.

"Who is it? Maybe I could help you."

I hesitated for a moment. What if he would act the exact same way the middle aged lady had? I decided to tell him anyway. "I'm looking for Yoongi."

He was shocked. "Min Yoongi?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"What would a girl like you have to do with a guy like Min Yoongi? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

"I just had a few things I wanted to give him..." I said, showing him the bag in my right hand. "I know him from school."

"Ahh, I see," he said and held out his hand. "My name's Jimin. Hi. I'm a friend of Yoongi's. Actually I'm his only friend."

"Oh. Hi, I'm Y/n," I said, taking his hand. "So you know where he is?"

"Yeah. He's working right now though. But you can drop that stuff at his house," he said.

"I was just there though. The lady said he didn't live there," I said, pointing at the double story.

"Oh, that house? No, he just uses that as a fake address. I'll show you where he really lives."

We walked for a while, turning many corners until we finally got to his house.

"Here we are," he said and went to the door opening it. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. This house was much smaller than most and looked very old and hidden.

I heard a voice coming from inside. "Jimin, I told you, after eight Yoongi works at the club. He's not here."

"I know that," Jimin said. "I was just dropping off this girl." He made way for me to come in with him.

The boy who Jimin had been speaking with was a tall, slender boy. "Who's she?" He asked.

"A friend of Yoongi's from school apparently," Jimin said.

Then another boy popped out of nowhere, and said: "What? Woah, Yoongi's got a girlfriend? Aww and she's pretty too."

I looked away shyly.

The boy who had called me pretty a moment earlier then introduced himself. "I'm V by the way. Your future brother in law," he said, smirking.

Another boy then appeared from behind him and hit his head. V winced in pain and the boy behind him then smiled at me. "Sorry for my brother's weird behavior. He's not from this world, obviously. His name is actually Taehyung. I'm Hoseok but you can call me Jhope," he smiled. He then pointed to the tall boy. "That's Namjoon. We're Yoongi's brothers."

Namjoon then stepped forward. "Why'd you come here, Yoongi's girlfriend?"

I shook my head. "I'm not his girlfriend. My name's Y/n. I came to drop this off for him," I said, looking down and holding out my bag to them. "I heard he was working now, so maybe you guys could give it to him."

Namjoon took it. "School supplies and food?" He asked looking into the bag.

I looked up. "Yeah. I thought he might appreciate it."

They looked at me strangely. "You really bought all those stuff for Yoongi?" Jimin asked and I nodded.

"Oh, wait! I know you! You gave Yoongi that food last night, didn't you?" V said excitedly.

"Yes, that was me," I said.

"See, I told you guys Yoongi didn't steal it!" V said and I wondered why they would even think he'd steal food.

"Anyways, thank you for all of this. I'll give it to him," Namjoon said.

"No problem," I said and gave a small smile.

"I'm going to meet Yoongi at the club now. Y/n, I'll drop you at the bus stop if you want?" Jimin offered.

"No, it's fine. I'll go on my own," I said and turned to the others. "Goodbye."

They all greeted back and I then left. So many questions running through my mind. But one specific question really stood out to me: Why was everyone so afraid and cautious of Min Yoongi?

And of course, my curiosity got the best of me and I ended up following Jimin to the club where Yoongi worked.

When I got there I saw Yoongi rapping on stage and noted that he was really good. I figured he was rapping for money. He was wearing a cap and mask and when he was done rapping and got off stage, they announced him as Suga, not Yoongi. Jimin immediately went up to Yoongi and they talked for a while. Once they were done talking, Yoongi went to the back. I waited a while for him to come back out, but ten minutes later he still hasn't come back and there was no sign of Jimin either.

I decided to go through the door where Yoongi had disappeared through. But they wouldn't let me through. It was staff only.

I decided to just give up and go home so I left through a nearby door leading to the alley.

I thought it was completely empty until I heard something near the trash not too far from where I stood.

I walked closer thinking it was a rat or something but I was so wrong when I saw a figure lying on the ground and someone on top of the figure pulling on his shirt.

"I'm going to ask this one last time," the figure on top of the body on the ground said, obviously out of breath. "Where did you deliver that package to?"

I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was Yoongi.

"I'm not going to betray them. Not like your father did," the man on the ground struggled to say. Yoongi froze. "Yeah, that's right," he man laughed even though he was coughing up blood. "I know who you are. The cap and mask won't fool anyone." The man looked up at Yoongi, smirking. "I'm not saying anything. You might as well kill me. Kill me like you killed your own father," he said, dragging out the last few words.

"Oh, shut up. You talk too much," Yoongi said and with one hit, knocked the man out cold and soon blood was visably running down the alley to my feet.

Unable to contain my shock, I gasped and the figure turned around noticing me stand there for the first time.

"Y/n!" Yoongi said, eyes wide open, shocked to see me there.

I could see the blood stains on his mask and face. I couldn't stay here any longer. I ran off before Yoongi could say a word.

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A/N: thank you for reading! (^.^)/ Sorry for the superrr long chapter but I hope you enjoyed it and I hope it made sense.

Also, the video above does not belong to me. It belongs to datjimily.

Goodbye. Have a great day and Merry Christmas!! (＾▽＾)