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Closet Storm

Part Two

“Put this on”.

You looked at the item that seemed to be thrown into your face by your friend. You were too busy in your own world to remember your core reason for even allowing yourself to be dragged shopping with him in the first place. You looked the body suit up in down and instantly began retreating backward in fear. There was no way you were putting that on.

You gave your friend Jordan-specific directions of helping you pick out something flattering to surprise your boyfriend. It had been four months since you last saw him after he left for his tour with the guys. A lot had changed in that short time period and you thought about spicing things up.

You weren’t the jealous type, but knowing that he was probably surrounded by fan-girls from all around the world that you were sure you couldn’t compare to left you a little diffident. You knew his tour was over soon but maybe a little too soon. You weren’t prepared nor mentally ready to reunite. Not like this.

You fast paced your way out of the mall to find your car. You were only in the mall for a half hour and everything your friend seemed to pick up seemed as if it were a wet-suit or wasn’t made for breathing. You at this point couldn’t think of why it was a smart idea to bring a guy friend along for help instead of a female. But honestly out of the few friends you had, you and Jordan were the closest.

Everyone says that the friends you have in high school will be long forgotten in college. But that wasn’t true. You and Jordan had been inseparable since grade school and the only thing college did was cut the cake. But the things were changing. He had finally finished college and finally moved back to the city. So what’s the first thing you make him do when he stops by? Of course, it would be shopping and nothing else. Jordan was the closest person to you and knew what you liked and didn’t. At least you thought. After all, even if he wasn’t like other guys and didn’t like the same as most, he still had eyes. That seemed to be one thing you had forgotten.

You watched from the driver’s seat as he opened the passenger door, sliding in with a ray of annoyance. You had just wasted another one of his weekends but by now he should have been used to it.

The drive to drop him off didn’t take long as he complained about each item he chose being cute the entire ride. Sure they were cute but they weren’t you. Sweats and graphic t-shirts were you or shorts and a tank top. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wore a dress or even if you owned one at this point. Everything Jordan had flung in your direction at the mall was the total opposite of your wardrobe. Either too much skin as present or not enough breathing room. When you said something different you weren’t expecting a new identity.

You slowed down into his driveway as you watched him exit. Attitude and all, Jordan managed to poke his head into the window. “You owe me big time”

“Yea sure whatever” you roll your eyes. He’d been saying the same thing since the dawn of time and it never seemed to faze you. He shakes his head before walking off while mumbling under his breath. You notice a shopping bag that clearly didn’t belong to you sitting in his chair. Curious, you look in the bag and immediately groan.

“You did not”

“Oh but I did” Jordan turned around and smiled. “And just so you know I already ripped up the receipt and threw it away.”

“Well one man’s trash will become another man’s treasure”.

“Y/N so help me god- if you throw it out you fucking owe me 60 dollars”. You raise your eyebrow up at him before grabbing for your wallets. Jordan stood there tapping away at his foot as he was becoming pissed by your defiance.

Sadly all you could scrap was 20 bucks and a strip of stale gum. You curse under your breath before throwing the bag to the back seat. Jordan smirks before taking a step back from the car and waving you off.

“Have fun”.

*Later on That Day*

You drag yourself as well as the unnecessary shopping bag with you to your room as you flop onto your bed. Nothing was going as planned. You peek over at your opened closet: there had to be something in there. You climbed out of the bed as you tossed through your daily usual. Annoyed with your choices of clothes in the closet, you were completely ready to give up as if it were destiny. Hopping over the pile of clothes you had created, you grab the bag Jordan had left you.

You were almost too scared to peek inside again as you only thoughts ran wild of what could truly be inside. You pull the fabric out of the bag as your eyes examine it. Dark as charcoal was yet another revealing choice of Jordan. You recognized the spaghetti strap pixie dress as the same one he had offered you from the beginning of your scavenger hunt, but you had quickly denied before even looking twice.

Sighing, knowing you had no other choice as well as nothing else to lose at this point, you begin to strip as well as trying it on. The pixie dress fit as any latex glove would to your skin. Looking in the full body mirror that laid against your wall in the room, you examined yourself. It was almost scary to see how much of yourself had changed by just applying a new item. For once, you could actually say you were starting to like it even if it was shorter than you expected. The way the lace of the dress laid tightly around your waist to the way the dress slightly flared out made the dress even more intriguingly different. For once, you could actually say you were a little more excited to see your boyfriend in our current state.

You examine yourself some more just as you hear your phone ringing off on your bed. Expecting it to be Jordan calling to check and see if you had thrown the dress out already, your stomach creates butterflies as Jackson’s name is placed on the screen. Your finger couldn’t swipe fast enough as you accepted the call.

“Babe we missed the last flight back home”. Jackson said as soon as you answered. The smile and excitement you once had were wiped away clean in that instance.

“How much longer”

“Anywhere from days to weeks” he replied nonchalantly. You were tired of waiting. You sigh into the phone accepting it as it is knowing that it was nothing neither one of you could do to change it. Jackson smiled to himself on the other end of the line hearing your frustration. “Do you truly miss me that much?”

“No” you lied.

As the conversation progressed the sound of your front doorbell rang through the house. You didn’t even waste your time to check as you figure it’s more than likely the mailman doing his daily duty. If anything, it was likely to be current bills being delivered that needed to be paid soon but as of right now the cable bill could wait a few more minutes while you conversed with your boyfriend. But there it was again ringing off.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

“Nah it’s probably just the mail,” you say, playing with the hem of your dress.

“You sure? Because it could be something really special” Jackson says. Just like that you hear a familiar knocking at the door. The only repetitive knock made by one only person. It instantly dawns on you and without a second thought sprinted to the front door. Jackson.

What else was there to do other than to jump in his arms like any other fantasy dream? But this was no fantasy. As much as you had missed him, seeing him standing there in person only made you want to hit him: and that you did.

“Ow, what was that even for” Jackson said rubbing the side of his arm.

You hit him again, “what happened to you missing your flight?”

“What happened to you not missing me?”

“I didn't” you mumble avoiding his face. Jackson grabbed ahold of you forcing your attention only on his as he leaned closer.

“I missed you,” he said before kissing you softly on your forehead.

Smiles were uncontrollably present. Jackson looked you over and was instantly brought to wows. Your long wavy hair brushed against your sun-kissed skin made you even more beautiful than the last time he remembered laying eyes on you. You noticed him eyeing and it made you a little nervous as his eyes refused to wander off.

“When did you get this?”

“My friend bought it for me,” you say shyly crossing your arms.

“Remind me to thank this friend”. You’d need a reminder too as you made a mental note to actually make it up to Jordan.

“Should we go out to show off your new look?” Jackson said as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Let me just go freshen up and we can go,” you said excitedly as you hurried to the bathroom. Jackson watched with a small smile rising on his face as he began wondering the familiar home of yours. Each room having its own memory that you two shared together.

Jackson shortly found himself in your room and sooner or later lying on your bed as he waited. Suddenly as he scrambled to find a comfortable position, a sound of plastic and paper rubbing together could be heard from him. Confused, Jackson sat up and reached for it. Just as he did so a gift card that was inside the bag swiftly fell onto the bed. Without thinking about it Jackson began reading it.

You walk back from the bathroom, Jackson no longer in the spot you had left him in. you trace your way back to your room hoping he would be there. He was. But something was different about his stance.

“Matter fact how about you go to out with your friend” Jackson seethed.

“What are you talking about?”

It was bazaar how he went from excited to being livid in a mere second. Jackson turned and flashed a small card that you didn’t recognize as he read it out loud.

—– “Can’t wait to see how you turned out in the dress. You’re going to look beautiful I promise. Love Jordan”

“Ok seriously, it’s not what it looks like” you laugh. But Jackson wasn’t laughing with you.

“Who is he?”

“My friend I was telling you about.”

“You sure managed to leave out the fact that your friend was a guy”

“Since when did gender matter with my friends,” you say irritated with the whole discussion

“It mattered when he’s buying you stuff like this” Jackson pointed at your outfit.

“Just a few seconds ago you were ready to kiss the ground my friend walked on because of this”

“THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW HE WAS A MALE”

“Did you honestly forget that without Mark, there would be no us? I was HIS friend before I even knew you existed and last time I checked, he’s a male too”.

“That doesn’t even count” Jackson shakes his head

“How can it not?”

“He would never cross me”

“Oh, but I would right? You raged at his point.

“I wasn’t saying that I just don’t trust him”

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM”

“I don’t care”

You tried hard to bite your tongue at this point but if you bit any harder you wouldn’t have one.

“You know what the fucked up part is? You spend most of your time and day with females surrounding you- whether they’re your coordi noona’s or female fans and never once have you EVER seen me this hostile.”

“But that’s my job. I can’t help that part of me.”

“And that’s my friend. Do you not hear how hypocritical you sound right now?”

Just then your phone began to ring on your bed, but you didn’t have to look at the screen to know who it was. Jackson scoffed under his breath as Jordan’s picture and the name were placed as the caller ID.

“Like I said, go out with your friend” Jackson mocked before storming out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

You refused to run after him, not like this. He was wrong and if only he knew how wrong. If Jackson wanted to be this way you were going to let him. Besides, two could play that game; but only one could play it better.

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Part Two

when you’re the only one in the group that understands how to do the project

And so it begins

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Invisible - Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“There is no one home” you say hesitantly. That small statement in itself sent small chills down Yoongi’s spine. From what was visible in the darkness of your home seemed more or less like a defined cage of horror and nothingness. You turn to see him still standing in the same position, not daring to move a step. Rather going home, Yoongi couldn’t wire himself to move an inch as all the possible scenarios ran through his head.

“Are you going to come in or are you just gonna stand there looking at me funny?” you ask annoyed. The question seemed to snap Yoongi into consciousness as he began to climb up the stairs and slowly entering the home as if he were an undercover detective. It took Yoongi a second as his eyes tried to focus in the darkness of the long hallway.

Most homes usually had it's own scent; a way to signify that everyday life was present, but all yoongi could get a wiff of was the faint smell of warped wood and drywall. Even without the smell, Yoongi still couldn’t make out not one square shape hanging from the walls in the dark that defined past memories of familyhood.

You dreaded the long hallway and the questions that were sure to come but you were tired of hiding them. Soon as you both trailed into the livingroom, you flipped the light switch causing yoongi to wince from the sudden impact. For an empty house, everything sat in it's place untouched from what yoongi could lay his eyes upon.

You watched from the corner of your eyes as he wandered in place, not sure how to react. His eyes seemed to hit each corner of the living room but instead his face remained blank.

“Care for anything to drink?”. Not that you had much to offer nor were you used to ever offering in such a position like this, but you knew it was the polite thing to do as well as an easier way to break the silence. Yoongi could only shake his head in response as he was becoming more uneasy. Accepting it as it was, you ambled you way over to the armchair, but not once did he move an inch from his standpoint.

“If you're going to just stand there like that, you might as well go home” you mumbled while hugging your knees to your chest, snapping Yoongi back to consciousness. Walking as if the floor may crack at any given second, Yoongi took a seat across from you on the loveseat.

“When are your parents getting home?” it was one of many questions that yoongi had racing around in his head.

“You don't get it” you began, forcing yourself to look in his direction. “There is no one home and there is no one coming home. I’m alone” you hugged your legs tighter. Just hugging your legs became almost as a shield, keeping your composure together.

You expected shock and sympathy to be written on yoongi’s face but instead you received a brick wall and a nod. He could see the hurt in your eyes but not once would he dare force you to tell him other than what you were willing. Because he didn't have to. Looking at you now he could see that there was something different. Other than hatred that had always been clear from the beginning of this mess, for the first time he actually saw a crack forming in the protective steel walls you had built for yourself . No matter how small the portion, you were vulnerable right now.

“It wasn't always like this” you began, breaking the deep silence that began the thicken the air in the room. Apart of you wanted to stop, because you knew if you started speaking you wouldn't stop until you spilled all, but another knew that was exactly what you needed. “My dad took his last breath before I could take my first. Times were hard for me and my mother growing up but she did the best she could. Although I know she loved me dearly there was still a void I could never fill.” you paused, each word feeling as thorns rising from your chest.

“Around four years ago she met a guy, he made her happy and I thought we could finally be a happy family but that was just a thought.” anger began rising in you chest as the memories still laid fresh in your mind. Yoongi waited for you to continue as his own imagination began to think of what could possibly have gone wrong.

“Instead of using his hands to protect me and the women he so desperately seemed to love, it became his most powerful weapon. Day in and day out I had to listen to my mom cries in agony from the pain that just wouldn't stop, but not once did she even try to make it. Love seemed to brainwash her into believing hurt was love. It actual took for him to hurt me for her to see the difference. But not long after he was out of the picture, she found a new source of love. Alcohol. The pain and guilt she felt became too much but sooner or later facing me each day became harder. Leaving me here alone seemed to be the only right thing in her mind to redeem herself but little did she know this is when I needed her most" you sniveled, forcing the tears back.

It didn't matter to you if Yoongi was listening or not. You just opening up, what you kept confined was more so for yourself than it was for him. You needed to get this off of your chest and it was a small weight lifted off your shoulders doing so. Yoongi tried to compress his own rising anger. Just the thought of such a human being capable of causing such pain and knowing that he was still out there somewhere made him sick to his stomach. It began kicking up some of his own horror stories as he watched you fight to not fall apart. You were a weak person pretending to be strong just like he was and you desperately needed to know that you weren’t alone.

“My own father- or rather yet sperm donor was far out of the picture before walking was even a possible equation. Other than the scratched up pictures my mom could find of that man, I’ve never seen him a day in my life.” Yoongi bitterly scoffed under his breath. You turned to see Yoongi still sitting in the love cheer, but this time scrunched down staring at the floor. You had almost forgot that he was even still there until the shake in his voice shook you back to reality.

“It's always been me and my mother. Usually kids would gladly go to the amusement parks with their dad or just something simple as getting picked up from school, but for me that had always been my mom. She played both roles throughout my entire life and not once has she ever complained. After middle school I found a love for music. Everything I touch and feel turns into a song. It was as if I could feel it running through me from my fingertips anytime I got near it. But just as it became my love, it also became my nightmare.” Yoongi finally looked up, looking deeply in your eyes, letting his words sink in.

“As much as I hated that man I found out later that he had been a musician. Funny how DNA works isn't it. The only thing that man could ever given me was my love for music” yoongi shook his head. “After finding out I swore I’d never touch another instrument again. But the only time my mom seemed to smile the brightest was when I did produce music, so how could I stop?” Yoongi fought himself inside for an answer to his unanswerable question.

Yoongi couldn't bare to hold back his own tears as he searched for the answer that you didn't possess. Sooner or later you were brought to your feet because you couldn’t stand seeing him like this. This wasn’t Yoongi who was by fault Jin's friend and a boy you got stuck tutoring because of his reputation of bad grades. No, he was Min Yoongi, a boy lost and trapped in his own depression just like you were.

You walk towards him taking a seat next to him on the couch, pulling him into your embrace. Yoongi was taken back by your sudden bold move but nonetheless cried harder into your shoulder. Neither one of you knew who needed the hug more. It didn't matter at that point who he was or affiliated with, all you knew was that you weren’t alone.

Dawn seemed to sweep over the night sky before you either one of you saw. You found yourself waking shortly after as the strong rays of the sun came visible through the dusty ripped curtains that hung in the livingroom. Forcing your eyes open, you sat up rubbing away last night's tears that you hadn't remembered ever falling. Lying not far away was Yoongi positioned on the couch. Sighing, you began shaking his side. It seemed as a misfortune to wake him from such a peaceful standpoint. Sooner or later his eyes began to flicker open as he forced himself to sit up right.

“Hey” Yoongi said, his voice a little hoarse as he rubbed his eyes. You nodded slowly with a slight wave as you stood shuffling your feet to the shower.

It wasn't the ideal plan to have a boy spend the night at your dump of a place especially on a school night. Just thinking about what people would assume if they were to find out made your stomach turn. It irritated you that you still at this point cared about with others thought.

Huffing as you exited the shower and began to dress. Searching through your dresser you find a grey oversized men's shirts you had bought for a simple sleepwear. You shrug it off hoping he wouldn’t mind and just accept the thought behind it. After all it wasnt your fault that he spent the night on his own.You grabbed an extra towel and wash rag while you were at it before heading back the living room.

Yoongi seemed more awake this time along but not by much as he ruffled through his fringe. You handed him the the things you scavenge for. Thanking you, Yoongi headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As you waited you let the night before replay in your head. Who would have thought you of all people would have a guy over, especially a guy like Min Yoongi. It wasn't rocket science that he was handsome - maybe even more than Jin, but that would have a been a debate you were sure to lose. There was no need in comparing the two. Jin was as handsome as you would expect any magazine model the be. But for Yoongi, the more you talked to him and the more you were in his presence, the more his features became more prominent.

You trotted to the small kitchen to find pots and a frying pan that never had a meaning in your house until today. It made you feel warm inside to be cooking not only for yourself but someone else. You couldn't remember the last time you had a home cooked meal or shared one for that matter.

Yoongi got out of the shower quickly putting on the fresh clothes that were given to him and he exited the bathroom. Letting his nose guide him, he walking into the kitchen just as you began decorating the counter with two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon. It wasn't much but it still brought a smile to his face.

Sitting across from you, you both ate quietly to yourselves. Every once in awhile you'd find your eyes wandering anxiously to the clock. Time waited for no one and sooner than later you both would get left behind.

“What are you doing” Yoongi said in between bites of bacon, staring at you as you would any loonatic.

You glance at the clock once more knowing that you were already more that ten minutes too late. “You think if we leave now we’ll make it to second period before anyone notices?”

“Well gee Y/N, I don’t know do think we are made out of glass?”

“Well I don't know can you pass algebra?” you raise your eyebrow. Yoongi’s twisted up his face as he hints that you were hitting low blows but at the same time was also impressed by it.

He sank lower into his chair while folding his arms against his chest “I’m working on that”.

“Exactly why we need to leave now. Besides finals are right around the corner” you say while grabbing yours as well as Youngi’s empty plates. Just as you were, you felt his hands tangle around your own.

“Please. Just this once let's just forget about school. I don't feel like dealing with the stares and questions. I just can't - not like this.” yoongi begged. Honestly you felt the same as he did. After such an emotional night you were drained but you refused t be stuck in this house.

“Fine then let's go to the library”

Yoongi shut his eyes as his frustration was beginning to show. “Are you seriously still thinking about about education in a time like this”

“Do you want to pass your classes”

“Yea but can't that wait till another time?”

“We’re leaving now” you state, grabbing your things.

For the most part, walking with Yoongi seemed as peaceful as an autumn breeze. That was only when he wasn't complaining. Even while complaining he had all the freedom to turn around and go home but not once had he chosen to.

Complaining was the only way for him to not so openly allow you to see how much he enjoyed being dragged alongside you. He was like a child but the only difference was you could give a kid candy and he’ll shut up. But you were already in your own daze trying to wrap your own head around life. Never had you so openly been one to talk about your personal life. Even writing in a simple journal made you uneasy by the fact that someone could effortlessly read through it. But now that a person rather than a thing knew all your dark secrets; you didn't know how to adjust.

“Here” yoongi offered. Another headphone placed before you, only this time you didn't reject. The song was different from the last but there was no denying that it was the same artist. You let your worries drift away and you allowed to melody to speak to you. Soon as the song stopped you felt as you were reaching for the last tangled notes to hold to long just a little longer.

“Seriously, who is this guy”

Yoongi smiles, probably one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen from him. “You’re looking at him” he scratched the back of his neck as you approached the library. Pride washed over him as you looked at him astonished. He had stated he was a producer but you had never thought he was ever this good.

Walking into the library, you placed your things on the same table as you did the night before. It almost seemed as if clockwork while you handed him a few math equations and began your own personal studies.

You felt yourself losing focus when quietly stealing glances his way became more constant. He was the most focus you’d ever seen him. Even if this was strictly education you couldn't get your mind off of his talents. Why it wasn't boasted about and known throughout the school halls were beyond your answerable reach. But then it dawned on you. Music was something he had only shared with his mother, but why you and why now?

You must have been eyeing him too long because his next move left you flushed. He already noticed you off tasked but you being more careless lead to him being more brave. Leaning over the desk, only inches away from your face he stared into your crystal eyes. You had almost forgotten how to breath as you began to lean further back in your chair to further the distance between you two that he created, but it only brought him closer.

“I finished” he whispered before sliding back into his chair and sliding his paper in front of you feeling confident. You cleared your throat as the room seemed to grow hotter than usual as you looked over his work. It amused him how shy you were growing by just a simple act but the longer you stared at his paper, the less confident he felt.

“Well the bright news is that the first one is actually right” you say. Yoongi jumps out of his seat feeling accomplished. “But the second one is wrong”

“You’re lying” Yoongi objects, throwing himself back into the chair in defeat.

“Sorry but I’m not one to lie” you throw your hands up in protest.

“Then what’s the answer”

“You’re going to be so mad when I tell you” you laugh. Quite frankly Yoongi didn't find a joke in this. “It's -36. You forgot the negative sign”.

Yoongi was becoming more frustrated and irritated with your teasing. He wasn’t use to trying this hard just for anything. Seeing this you grab your things and circle around to sit next to him.

“Here try out these problems” you say as you write a few down.

You began to feel yourself drifting off even though you tried to focus on your own task. Saddly learning about ionic compounds and valence electrons just didn't have enough energy at this point to keep your eyes open. You try to reposition yourself in the chair until you noticed Yoong’s pen no longer moving. He was in a deep stare for what seemed more a minute and you figured it was time to speak up.“Stuck?” you ask but all he does is shake his head. “Then what is it?”

Yoongi finally looked up from his paper meeting your gaze.

“I don't want things to change. Yesterday when we both opened up, it was something I’ve never done before and I’m more than sure it's the same for you.” Yoongi’s lips came slightly apart as his gaze became unfocused. Neither one off you noticed how close you were at this moment. It seemed exactly right to close the distance between you two. To close his eyes and press his mouth to yours. Soft and gentle,Yoongi pressed back for a single shared exchange of breath.

Then Yoongi pulled away blinking. “Y/N I didn’t mean to-”

“No” you said, leaping out of your chair, your cheeks hot. “Of course you didn't” you back away headed or the the door. You didn't know how to react. Everything happened so fast and you didn’t know what was right.

“Wait” Yoongi shouted trying to catch up with you.

Quite frankly you wanted this to happen. This kiss but not his sudden hesitation. What did he mean by ‘not meaning to’ kiss you, when he was the one who had kissed you? You flushed even more as he walked a your paced. You refused to look his way as you both awkwardly in your own silence as Yoongi tried to collect his thoughts correctly.

He was running out of time, more than he had realised when your house came into view. You began speeding up your pace while Yoongi reached for your arm, but you didn’t want to stay around while he tried to come up with a way to let you down easily.

“Y/N wait” Yoongi yelled stopping you in your tracks as he caught up. “What happened back there - I didn't mean for it to happen only if you didn’t want me to”

His last words caught you off guard and you had to turn around to make sure it was true. Seeing your expression only made him grin as he took a step closer. “ but if you did, then I totally meant every move and my next.”

Now it was your turn to complete the distance and that you did. But was it the right move?

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Part Five????

Mistake-Part Three

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You did it again. You let your mind spill out of your mouth yet again but every ounce of it felt worth it. You weren't the same young foolish girl that Namjoon knew from back in your childhood. This time around your voice only uttered anger and annoyance when speaking to him.

Namjoon stood in front of you speechless. There was nothing he could say at this point in regards to how you felt. Despite how many times he tried reach out to you, all he got in return was a smack in the face. Tired of the defeat, Namjoon had no other choice but to watch as you storm off.

The rest of the night all you could think about was leaving. Sitting across from him was a pain in itself but Namjoon’s eyes clung to you like no other.

You was happiest when the bill came, but before you could offer your own two cents, namjoon had the bill in a heartbeat causing you to sink further in your seat.

“Woah we should have went somewhere more expensive if Namjoon is paying” Taehyung awed. It wasn't often that Namjoon was the first to reach in his pockets so time like these were a miracle.

“You're pushing it” Namjoon said flatly. The members all laughed it off but in reality what he said was more of a statement than a joking matter whether they got the message or not.

The ride back home seemed to last longer than usual as Namjoon continued to replay your words in his head. There was so much resentment left inside of you, he didn't know if that would ever change. But you changed. Change was something that was the easiest to see and it was planted in your eyes. The way your eyes seemed to sparkle when you looked at his seemed to turn only into dust.

Pulling into the driveway, you wiggled your way out of the backseat as you watched the boys that were caged in the backseat tumble out after. They all seemed as little boys than the tough idols they tried to portray themselves as your eyes and oddly enough it made them cuter.

Namjoon didn’t bother waiting around as the rest of his members while you waited for your ride. The longer he was around you the more you seemed to grow distant. Either way this is what you asked for and who was he to deny you of your personal space even he so dreadfully needed to talk to you.

Desperate for sleep that seemed to never come, Namjoon laid across his bed countlessly tossing and turning. All he could think of was how things could have gone differently. You were so stubborn and stuck in own ways that you wouldn't even give him a chance. But a chance for what?

A night without a lick of sleep ended with a painful appearance of namjoon in the morning. Forcing himself out of the bed and walking his aching body to the bathroom, all he could think of doing was showering. The members seemed to have already left for a day off in town without him. Not that he minded much, and much rathered for the mood he seemed to be stuck in.

Just as he steps out of the shower he couldn't help but hear his phone ringing off. Annoyed but all the more, namjoon grabbed his phone off of the sink top as he dried his hair.

Jackson: Meet me at the coffee shop if you dare

Namjoon couldn’t help the smile that crept up his cheeks. For all the years that had past there's one thing he was sure of; your brother hadn't changed. As quick as he could, namjoon gathered his things before heading out.

Walking into the coffee shop, being hit by the smell of oak wood and fresh brewed coffee beans, there was no missing Jackson as he sat at the table specifically made for two.

“You look like shit” Jackson pointed out as Namjoon pulled open the empty seat that sat across from him.

“I feel like it too” namjoon smirked. It was true and there was no denying that. From the way his unbrushed hair laid, to the way his eyes seemed sunken in all of a sudden didn't make it any better.

“Damn, remember that time when we both had a job in a place this” Jackson remanence.

“No, but I remember when I had a job and you almost got me fired, in a place like this” namjoon mocked.

“You just won't ever let me live that down. Let bygones be bygones”

The both of them couldn't help but laugh as the image of that summer came to mind. They were young and it was Namjoons first jobs at a pastry home. For some odd reason though, Jackson thought of the bright idea of stopping by the shop and making a scene over one donut that had to be ‘Just right’. Even if the customer is always right, Namjoon didn't have the greatest patience in the world to go through all the pastries for the right one and Jackson was growing frustrated. Apparently, the only way to solve Jackson’s needs in his head was for him to jump across the counter and pick his own, just as the boss came back from his break.

“So how's things with Y/N” Jackson asked out of the blue. Namjoon knew there was a core reason that Jackson wanted to meet up with him because if not, he would have just texted him, he just didn't think he would ask so soon. Namjoon didn't know how to respond so instead he just didn't, leaving Jackson confused. “Wait, did you not-”

*Flashback; Four years ago *

Just as you were growing distance by the millisecond after confessing your love to Namjoon, so was he. You walking up the stairs, brushing past your brother without saying a word as you avoided both his eyes as well as Namjoon before heading to your room, closing the door behind you made Namjmoon even more uneased. Your brother Jackson looked at Namjoon and then back up the stairs. He decided shrug it off before taking a seat on the couch, where you were before and began flipping through the movie channels.

Even with the distraction of Jackson nearby it couldn't shake Namjoon from regretting every second that past. The projection on the television only bounce around as namjoon seemed to zone out all sounds, not once finding an interest in the action flick your brother had put on.

The way your face seemed to drop, while only hurt seemed to paint against it and ora made him feel sick to his stomach. That was the last thing Namjoon ever wanted to cause you. It would have been a lie if he had said he never felt your sense of attraction towards him, but yet he flatly never acted upon it. Not because there's was no attraction to give back but the simple fact of your brother. You were his best friend's sister and that was the only feature he ever disliked about you.

Jackson began to notice the distance between the two growing and just couldn’t figure out what was going on in Namjoon’s head.

Pausing the television, Jackson turned his attention towards Namjoon. “You like her don't you” he said flatly.

Namjoon was caught off guard that even when he tried to talk or better yet reject Jackson’s question, no words but a sharp stutter seem to roll off his tongue. Even without saying anything, Jackson knew it all and it made him feel like the worst friend there ever was. How could he tell one of his childhood friends that he had fallen for his little sister, the one thing that should have been off limits without being said.

“I’m not stupid and it's clear she likes you, or maybe you’re just the dumb one” Jackson snorted, jabbing Namjoon’s shoulder. The pit of Namjoon’s stomach seemed to sink to another dimension as guilt seemed to cloud around him. He felt as the worst friend but he couldn’t control his heart. “So what are you going to do about it” Jackson Relaxed in the chair.

“I didn't think about doing anything” Namjoon admitted, still a little wary on how much to open up to Jackson. After all that was still his sister and for an odd response he seemed totally calm about the whole thing.

“Think hard kid and make sure you remember me when you're thinking about who’s gonna be your best man because I don't want to hear that you forgot about this talk” Jackson smirked as he hit play button on the remote for the tv, going back to watching his show as if nothing had happened.

Namjoon was thankful for how understanding your brother had been without him having to say much about it. It made him treasure their friendship more. But that was the easy part. Now it was time to get the message across to you, but how could it be done when Namjoon had blatantly just rejected you?

*End of Flashback*

“I tried” Namjoon blurred as the memories flashed in front of him. He knew where this was going and he didn't need to be reminded.

“But it's been four long years and you are telling me you still haven't told her?”

Namjoon rubbed his temple as he felt a rising headache coming near “Y/N won't let me. It would be easier talking to a brick wall than her”

“Well doesn’t it only makes sense that her head is naturally made of bricks?” Jackson joked. No one knew better than your brother at how stubborn you could be. Even if he was older, you had always been the stiff neck; refusing to ever go against your own words or belief because you were simple just right about everything.

“No but you don’t understand” Namjoon shook his head “she's like a total different person. Anytime I try to get near her or even say one word to her, she explodes. I’ve tried time and time again and every time she shoots me down.”

“What do you expect from her after four years? That's four years of built up aggression that could have been resolved long ago.” Jackson was right and there was no arguing against it. But even four years ago Namjoon had tried and yet you always knew how to swivel your way out of any communication other than what was necessary. But even now you were set in your ways and there seemed on open doors for Namjoon to enter; at least not unless he acted quickly because doors don't stay open long and may never open again.

After Namjoon’s meet with Jackson, on his way home all he could think of is how strange faith could be. He thought seeing you would never be possible after his debut- as if it wasn’t already hard before. It's was as if the odds all layed in his favor, but how he would play on them was up to him. Even if you weren't the same girl from when you both were younger, not everything could have changed; not even after all the effort that you put in to try. Some part had to still be the same no matter how small.

The dorm was as a ghost town without a single trace of the boys that were visible. Namjoon cursed himself under his breath as he realise he had forgotten about practice that was scheduled tonight. Changing into some sweats and a hoodie he jogged his way to the studio.

He had already expected the guys to be there starting before him, but he hadn't expected you to be there as well. The guys necks snapped in his direction as they were already wrapping up. There was no excuse to make that would justify Namjoon's lateness, and quite frankly that guys refused to ask for one. It was becoming a dangerous habit of his even if it wasn't intentional.

“Are you truly our leader?” Taehyung rolled his eyes as Namjoon walked towards them while settled down in front of you. Taehyung was big on speaking his mind, never knowing the true impact of how words could cut but even so he never meant much harm. Namjoon wished he would just about learn the true weight of his words as they sat heavy on his chest although Namjoon refused to let the hurt show. Not in front of you.

“I didn’t know that you were coming” Namjoon observed as he brought up a chair next to yours.

“Y/N came to start sketching out more ideas for us” Jungkook interpreted letting a hint of his excitement show as he tried to contain the rest.

Time seemed to fly quick when you found yourself surrounded by the boys. They were each so different, but yet when put together they mixed even better. Worked seeme to stop feeling as work because the longer you were around them the more you seemed to loosen up. All the while, Namjoon stayed wrapped in his own mind, too consumed by the words of you brother.

‘Four years of built up aggression that could have been resolved long ago.’

“So I kinda have a vision of what route I want to take the designs but I need more information” you inform them, tapping your sketch pencil against your notepad.

“Will this so called route lead to your heart” Taehyungs eyes lit with a devilish smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes while the rest cringed uncontrollably. “Nope but it leads to you guys leaving the room so I can chat with you guys each individually”.

The boys nodded before jumping out their seats and heading towards the door. Namjoon turned to see Taehyung still sitting in front of you and instantly became livid but refused to show it. After all, this was your job and whether he liked it or not, there would be far more boys like Taehyung you'd have to design for, if not more.

The guys all huddled around in the hallway as they waited their turn, each wondering about what may be happening behind those closed doors. Every second that past while you were inside with Taehyung made Namjoon more nervous than the last. Shortly after for what seemed like an eternity- but was actually no more than 15 minutes, Taehyun sprang from the room with a small grin plastered on his face. The boy's eyed him but even so, one by one they each entered the room alone with only you inside.

Inside the room you gave them each a series of questions based on their personalities. Something simple as their favorite colour to their favorite food. Sure, all strange questions - some may even say unnecessary, but each played a crucial key to designing. Yes you could have come up with something the company may have approved and yea, the guys might like it as well because they were told to, but what kind of designer would you be if the clothes they wore weren't a reflection of their own individuality.

The guys watched for what hopefully was the last time, Jin walking out the door. Excited as well as exhausted they began heading towards the door with their empty stomachs waiting to be filled again.

“Wait did Namjoon go yet?” Hoseok question before looking back for the missing member.

“It's fine go without me. I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit.” Namjoon announce, foot already in the door that lead to you. Hoseok looked back once more but Namjoon was already gone while the members headed out to eat.

The studio was quiet but you didn't mind as you sketched away Namjoon’s design. You knew him like the back of your hand so asking question was unnecessary and if he kept his mouth shut you and his job would become much easier. Namjoon sat in front of you, tapping away with his foot as he waited for the right moment. But there was no righter moment than the one granted in front of him.

“I’m sorry” He stammered.

“It's fine, not everyone can alway be on time” you replied nonchalantly, never once looking up from your notepad.

Namjoon closed his eyes as he felt a wave a frustration wipe over him. “you know that's not what I meant”

Closing your sketchbook you actually look up for once, steering only at him.”Then what is it now”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you- I didn't mean for it to be like this-”

“No you did mean for it to be this way” you cut him off. “But what you didn't expect was me being here after so long. Who would have guessed after all these years” you shook your head in disgust. Just thinking about it was bringing back untasteful memories and you couldn’t deal with sitting through them.

“Don't touch me” you snapped as you felt him snake his hand around your own while you were trying to leave. “Do you know how much pain you caused me. Day after day I would stand in the mirror depicting my body and face, trying to figure out why I wasn’t good enough. Even then the only thing I could think of was your words. I wasn't good enough because I was my your best friend’s little sister.”

“I never meant that-”

“Probably, but that was still implied” you manage to smile, making Namjoon feel worse. Smiling to keep back the tears that were building in your eye sockets. “I don't need our sympathy now though, I need this job so get out of your feeling and allow me to it. I never asked for your pity” you retorted, walking free of the inclosed room. But Namjoon’s feeling were far more than some simple sympathy. Just as faith had been working in his advantage, now it seemed to only be working against him whether he liked it or not. There seems no way to fix the damage caused.

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Invisible - Part Two

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The hallway was quiet, but your heart beat tremendously. Everyone that circled around you grew as quiet as mouse. You scoff under your breath before pushing pass Jin and his friends as well as the crowd before heading toward the emergency exit. You had did enough learning today about how to never trust a soul to cover you for the rest of your life. You never skipped school but you were going to make an exception today.

As you reached your home, you didn't bother doing anything else but climbing into bed. You had the shades down, curtains closed and lights off to deepen you depression. Staring at the wall, you watched as your memory seemed to flash against it in your mind as if it were a movie projector. All you could see was the look on Jin’s face and how amused he was by what he was doing to you when telling his friend. The two differences between the Jin you thought you Jin that was real was unbelievable. Tears came naturally at this point and there seemed no way possible to stop them. Sooner or later you drifted yourself off to sleep into a terrible nightmare.

You woke up in sweats the next morning. Looking over at your phone you realize you were running late. You hurried to your feet before jumping into the shower. As you exited the shower and began to get dressed, you noticed a bruise beginning to form around your risk. Confused, you began to trace your finger around the black and blue. Where could this come from? You looked closer and then it hit you. Min Yoongi. The bruise represented only a small portion of the bruise that was left behind on your heart. Although it didn't hurt much, just the image of it brought you back to the day before. You grabbed the gauze from the first aid kit in your bathroom before wrapping it around your wrist. You didn't need no reason to stay home today because being home was no better.

You exited the house before heading to your school. You didn't live far which you now regretted even more. By the time you got there though, you had already missed first and second period. As soon as you walked in the school it was clear that you were the talk of the school. The halls were crowded and there seemed no escaping it. Each corner you turned you could hear you name.

“She has the nerve to show her face” one kid whispered

“I heard she begged him to talk to her and then it backfired” another kid muttered

It fascinated you to see how fast rumors could travel and how far from the truth they could fall. Just as you opened your locker to grab your books, from the corner of your eyes you could see Jin. Your stomach turned as he neared in your direction with his friends not far behind. But something was different. His face was as emotionless and cold as ever. Jin walked with his face looking straight ahead and his head held high, piercing through the halls of mumbles like a fresh bullet. You watched like everyone else as he walked passed you like you weren't even there. A pen on the floor in front of him would have gotten more recognition then you had. But you expected nothing more from him after yesterday although it still hurt. The whispers grew louder as new gossip entered the halls when Jin had left. Ignoring them before was easy, but now it grew as a much harder task.

You walked off in a hurry to escape the gossips that was beginning to suffocate the halls, heading off to third period. You arrived at the door just as the bell rung. You cursed yourself from under your breath as you knocked on the door and opening it. The teacher glared at you to interrupting his speech, but as he saw the condition you were in and seeing that it was your first time, he let it slide. Taking your seat, you tried to avoid the eyes that followed.

You sat there taking your note, or at least trying. It seemed every time the teacher turned to write on the board, the muttering began again. The kids in your class were bolder than the ones in the halls. The kids in the hall tried to keep their distance while they gossips, but in class they gossiped about you to your face. Each time you looked up to the board you could feel their eyes on you as the whispered about you.

“She should have known, I mean look at her”

“Why would he even go for a girl like her?”

All these questions and statements were the same ones that circled in your head, but it didn’t make it any better to hear it from someone else. You were beginning to go mentally insane sitting there. You were smothered in a whole bunch of lies and regrets and you didn't know how much more you could take at this point. You didn't realize how tightly you were holding on to your pen until your felt a sharp sting from the lead in the palm of your hand from it puncturing it. Shit you cursed under your breath before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

You walked quickly while applying pressure to the wound before running it under cold water. It didn't hurt anymore as you seemed to go numb to the pain. Shortly after, you could hear a group of girls entering the bathroom. You could help but panic in place before running into one of the bathroom stalls luckily before anyone could see you. You figure they would be gone in a second but they seemed to have a lot to say.

“So did you hear about what's going on in the school” one of them started.

“I heard she paid him and he only excepted because he felt bad for her” one of the girls laughed. There it was again. Another lie place in the air. You tried to look out the small crack of the stall and see who these girls were but you couldn't see their faces from your angle. You were able to count out three of them from looking down below at the pair of legs.

“The fact that she thought she was on any of their levels is pathetic in itself”. That was the last straw. You grabbed the door handle ready to stand up for yourself but it seemed as if it was Deja Vu. Apart of you wanted to bang the stall door open and make your presence known but after it was, what were you going to do? Another part of you wanted to open the door and confront him there, but after that the same question applied.

The girls soon left shortly, leaving you in your own miserable silence. You exited the bathroom as you looked in the mirror, hateful tears begin to fall unconscious. You roughly swiped them away. Tears weren't going to end anything. Walking down the empty hall you began wondering why you even came. But nowhere else could have been any safer.

“Will Y/N please report to the guidance counselor's room” you heard over the loudspeaker. You felt your heart drop. This was your first time being called for anything and you knew it didn't mean anything good. You walked slowly to the office, figuring that they found out about you skipping. But opening the door you were surprised to see you were the only student called down apparently.

There sat Yoongi next to an empty chair that was meant for you in front of the guidance teacher. Why was he here? You wondered to yourself. You couldn't help but to send hateful glare at him as he sat there expressionless back at you.

“Have a seat please” the guidance counselor directed. She didn’t look a day over 30 but you could tell she meant business from her appearance. “So do you know why I called you down here?” she asked. If it were just you and he in here then yes you would have but why she had called you as well as Yoongi left you confused. “Well before I called you down here, Yoongi and I had a small talk about his grade” she began while raising her eyebrow at the blonde boy who sat next to you. You listened attentively while glancing over at Yoongi who rolled his eyes, but still didn't understand what this had to do with you. You could care less about his grade, all you wanted to know was if you were in trouble or not. “Y/N we were wo-”

“No YOU were wondering” Yoongi objected before folding his arms sinking further in the chair.

“I was wondering if you didn't mind tutoring him” you guidance counselor finished. She noticed the expression of your face and before you could object she began again. “If you are able to bring his grades up to at least a C average, I will grant you both a week free of classes and assignments”. Yoongi couldn't help the sly grin that crawled up his face. The guidance counselor was basically begging you and I was all up to you to say yes. But you still wasn’t too sure about this. The guidance counselor noticed as you weren't buying into completely. “Yoongi please excuse us for a second” she said. Yoongi got the hint before standing up to wait outside the door. As soon as he closed the door the guidance counselor turned her attention to you. “Think about how it will look on your college application. You already have the grades, it would just one extra thing that will make you stand out from the rest.” she was right and you knew it as you began thinking it over. “How’s everything at home?” she asked. Your body seemed to tense up from the question and she noticed it.

“Its fine” you answered quickly trying to avoid the conversation but she was smarter than that. She placed her hand against yours as she looked at your depressed features.

“You know Y/N, if you need anyone to talk to-”

“I said it's fine” you shot up. “I’ll tutor him as long as you keep your promise”. All she did was nod, no longer trying to push the conversation. You would talk when you were ready. You exited the office to find Yoongi standing there.

“So?” he began waiting on your answer of if you would tutor him or not.

“I have to go to class” you said before brushing past him. You were still thinking over what you got yourself into but you pushing Yoongi away wasn’t going to fly for him. Yoongi swiftly snaked his fingers around your wrist stopping you and place, causing a sigh of pain to escape your lips. He looked down noticing your arm wrapped in gauze before losing his grip.

“Is that because of me?” Yoongi stammered.

“It’s alright” you noted

“Y/N I’m sorry”

“I said it was fine it wasn’t on purpose”

“That’s not just what I meant” Yoongi’s eyes grew intense.

“Listen just drop it. There’s no point in apologizing” you snapped. Yoongi stood there as he watched you walk off in rage. He felt guilty as if it was all his fault. While balling up his fist, Yoongi couldn't help but punch the lockers that nearby on the wall. This wasn’t over.

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