YOONGI'S POV

"See, it's Kaylie, my girlfriend," Tae spoke seriously, totally out of the blue. "She's the absolute best person I have met and deserves nothing but love and respect-"

"I ate your last slice of pizza," Kaylie mumbled and Tae's head snapped in her direction.

"Bitch, you ready to die?" He glared making me laugh in the instance.

"Tae, mind your language," Jin Hyung chided. Sora excused herself like a few minutes back and she isn't back yet. It's taking her more time than usual.

"Excuse me. I'll just see where Sora's at," I excused myself from the group. She has a way to trouble me everywhere. I walked through the corridors, endeavouring to find her.

Finally I saw her getting out of the restroom. I let out a relieved sigh and paced upto her.

"Honestly, what took you so much time?"

"Nothing," she responded briefly and that felt weird. She was feigning eye contact, looking away.

"Look at me, Sora," I asked sternly and finally her eyes met mine. My breathing hitched, I was frightened to the soles of my shoes. Her usually bright hazel eyes were dulled with a deep red spreading in the whites. Precious tears rimming the water line, the moment she would blink, they'll fall down.

"What the fuck happened?" I asked, her shoulders in my hands.

"Nothing,"she looked away again. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she wiped them off soon.

"Who did this to you, Sora? I am asking you, dammit?" I questioned, feeling anger run through my system. It was my impulse, I could have seriously committed an offence then.

"Yoongi..." She mumbled. "Let's go."

I scooted down to reach her face, examining it. My hand caressed her cheeks softly, my eyes wandering all over till they reached her neck. Very weird marks scarred her elegant swan like neck. I glanced into her eyes once before moving her hair by which she was obscuring her neck.

I could make out the imprints of a hand over her pale skin. My eyes widened, my immediate reaction being hugging her tightly. She was... Strangled?

My hands pressing her into me, feeling her safe in my arms. Her hands hesitantly went around my torso, gripping me softly. I felt her head snuggle in my chest and her tears seeping into the fabric of my shirt.

"How- Who? Who wants death?" I said through gritted teeth. My anger was just hightening feeling her frame moving convulsively. I could feel her silent sob in my heart, it was unbearably agonizing.

She broke the hug and sniffled, wiping her cheeks. "Can we just leave? I'm sorry," she said.

"Ofcourse we can. Infact we are. Don't be sorry. I've got you. Don't worry, let's go," I passed and took her hand in mine, walking to the parking. I didn't care of anything, I was just doing what she wanted me to do.

I opened the car door for her and she sat inside silently. Her vivacious character was suppressed by some sort of fear and I don't know what to do. I didn't want to force her for anything. I just wanted to make her feel safe.

But who? Whoever! They are so dead.

I drove towards my house while she was quiet.

"Hey, Tomato-cheeks?" I tried to instigate a conversation.

"Hm?"

She didn't even retaliate on the nickname.

"Being a singer, I want to tell you something. Do you know how music say goodbye?"

She looked at me confounded, "What? How?"

"Audios," I responded and chuckled but she didn't rather just gave me a judgemental look.

"Come on! That was the best from Jin Hyung," I whined.

"That was hell ass lame, Yoongi. And where the fuck are we going?"

"Aren't you enjoying the ride with me?" I smirked slyly while she scoffed.

"These aren't 'go around listening to music' climate," she hissed.

"I really can't win you, can I? Well, we are heading to my house. Since the next flight is day after-"

"I am not staying with you!"

"I am not letting you stay without me." She blinked a couple of times and that made me smile.

"I didn't even bring any other pair of clothes. I'll just take a bus or a cab back to Daegu."

"No. You can take mine."

"Not at all. No. Sheesh. Kitty clothes suits kitties."

"I think they'll suit pussies too, same family, you know," I daringly spoke. She became silent again but this time, the silence was amusing.

"Ahh. What the fuck?" I grunted as she punched my shoulders hard.

"Shut your hella dirty mind the fuck up!" She grunted and chuckled softly.

"Well then, since my girlfriend doesn't like her boyfriends clothes," I stated and took a sharp U-turn. "Let's get her clothes."

"We're going shopping?"

"Mhm," I nodded and she smiled wide. I know she loves shopping. I personally don't like it but since she does, then...

"But I have too many clothes already. Where will I keep them?"

"Your take," I shrugged and smiled.

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"You said, you had too many already," I passed, my jaw dropping at the number of clothes in her cart.

"I can always make some space. See, this was so cute," she pulled out a top. "And this is so cool," she pointed at a hoodie.

"Sora, you definitely need money management classes."

She grinned widely. "Nope," she giggled. "It's your money. You're paying."

"Why would I? You're an independent woman!"

"I got nothing on me. My wallet is in the car," she shrugged.

"Then go get it."

"Don't be a miser. You're a superstar and you cannot buy me clothes?" She pouted cutely.

Cuteness for Guccis and Balenciagas? I guess worked.

I sighed, "Whatever. Just this time." I paid for the clothes.

"Pick them up, what are you doing, Yoongi?" She actually ordered.

"Wow, you think I am your servant?" I questioned, dumbfounded.

"I am picking some up too," she took the smallest paper bag and walked ahead. Who is this that replaced my Sora? Why is she acting like my mother?

I picked up the other bags, demented at her present form. She was skipping steps, texting someone. It was weird, the way she was smiling while doing it.

I rushed up to her, snatching her phone from her.

"Yah? What in hell, Yoongi, gimme my phone," she lunged forward but I could easily stop her from one hand, another scrolling her chats.

Momsie

Momsie:
So, did you get him to
pay??

Me:
Yep. Eomma... Isn't that a
but rude? I mean why would
he pay for my clothes?

Momsie:
Oh don't worry, Sora. He's
a miser. A few won wouldn't
cost him much.

You should make him pick
up the bags too.

Me:
What? I should?
That'll be too much.

Momsie:
Dw girl.

I am his mother. He should
learn how to treat a woman.

Me:
This is not how I want to

Momsie:
Trouble him.

Me:
What?

Momsie:
He acted so rude to you
earlier. Trouble him.

Me:
Wow bestie. Are you sure
you're his mom?

Momsie:
Bros before hoes.

Me:
MOM! HE ISN'T A HOE!
WHAT IN HELL?

Momsie:
We are Bros. Rest Idk.

Me:
😂😂

Momsie:
Have u guys kissed?

Huh?

Sora? Are you there?

"Wow," I let out. "She claims to be my mother." Sora laughed at that when her phone beeped again.

My glance shifted back to the phone screen.

Unknown:
OMG, you're so ugly. Stop trying so hard to look hot for Yoongi oppa when you totally look like a five year old that pisses in their beds.

My eyes widened a bit as I read it over again and ding another message.

Unknown 2:
I am not sure if you're a doctor but you surely need a hospital. You suck!

My both hands trembled a bit as I opened her other OTT platforms, all filled with I don't know how many hate comments  and death threats. I wasn't even aware of this.

"Give it back now, Yoongi, it's just eomma," she said and I looked back at her smiling effortlessly. How the fuck? How the fuck people can be like that to her?

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