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Moira [M.YG]

moira: a person with whom another is destined to be.

[Requested by: Shrutae07]

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I heard my brother, Seungmin's very annoying ringtone indicating someone is calling him. I walked to the table where the phone was kept and saw the name 'Yoongi'. Sighing in disappointment as I expected it to be his secret girlfriend, I picked up the call.

"Hello, Seungmin. Could you please do me a favor?"

"Hello. I'm Kim Seungmin's sister, Kim Y/n. He isn't home currently so... how can I help you?"

"Oh, I see, whatever your name is. Just tell your brother to bring my practical book today," 'Meanie.'  I never gave so much effort to introduce myself to anyone and when I did today, he just said 'whatever your name is'. Also, a reason I hated phone calls. I was not the vocal type. I always preferred texting over calls.

"Okay, I'll convey this message to him," I rolled my eyes as if he could see me. Before leaving for school after having breakfast, I told my mom to convey this message to Seungmin. Looking at her face kept me from thinking she was in a good mood, but it was quite normal seeing her in a bad mood in the mornings, so I simply shrugged and walked out of your house without saying a single word.

The weather was my type. People call it gloomy but did I even care? There was a slight cool breeze blowing; plus a slight smell of wet soil surrounding my surroundings from yesterday's rain. Somewhat cloudy but not like it was gonna rain anytime soon which made it even better. I smiled seeing this type of weather after indeed a very long time. The wet soil—its smell never failed to make me fall in love with it. I walked and walked until I finally reached school and realized that I was early which didn't fail to surprise me. It barely ever happened! I entered my class and looked around just to find my friend sitting near the window—Shin Yuna. The sound of my footsteps caused her to turn her head to where I stood. I smiled sarcastically when she again talked about her moments with her crush, which appeared to be food.

"...And she also cooked me Japchae! And you know how much I love it already, I guess," she ended. At least that was what I thought.

"I also had Pizza the same day," she teased me knowing my love for pizzas already. I widened my eyes again at the thought of when the last time we ate pizza together which was two months ago, and she ate everything leaving a single piece for me when she saw me outraged as hell, she promised she'd get me pizzas when she eats it the next time.

"You traitor!"

"I went with my family! I can't help i..." she paused seeing me glare at her already. "but I promise, I'll take you on a pizza date the next time, for sure," after a while of silence, I spoke up.

"Usually, girls of this age talk about how good-looking this boy is compared to another; and here we are, talking about pizza."

"Exactly what I was thinking!" we giggled.

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A grumpy face along with a heavy bag on my shoulders wasn't really the best way to reach home from school; but to my fate, it was my condition. Just when I was about to enter the house, I noticed brown cardboard boxes and stuff that I didn't ever think I'd see here. Perhaps my neighbors were moving into some other house. Curious, I went in the door after my shoes slipped off my feet as I did. I saw my mom sitting on the couch and watching a stupid show with a grumpy face, just like mine. I went up to her and asked about my neighbors, and she blurted out, "They are moving."

Now I understood why she looked so bothered since today morning; the previous owner's wife was mom's friend. Best friend to be exact. I sighed and patted her back, then took steps towards the stairs and climbed up to my room.

After changing, I headed to my brother's room. Smirking, I walked towards the bed and laid down on the bed with both my legs and arms spread. I liked my brother's room more than mine, and it was a fact. The cozy and soft bed and black beanbags are my favorite things in the room. I was just about to fall asleep but then rang the doorbell.

Perhaps it was my brother who just reached home and I'll have to go to my room. Oh, how much I hated that!

I hurriedly got up from the bed and was just about to get out of the room but saw him on the stairs already. With him was a guy who had skin as pale as a pearl; delicate lips and cat-like features, along with his cat eyes which looked like he knew everything in the world. The nose was so cute which made me feel like booping it! I definitely envied his skin, though.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I sprinted towards my room and shut the room's door, and sat on my bed as if nothing happened a while ago. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop thinking about that cat guy.

And I thought I didn't believe in love at first sight.

****

"I guess that was your sister."

"Must be her."

"I called you today morning, but as you weren't home, she picked up the call. Her name is Y/n. Am I right?"

"Yes," he tutted. "but are you interested in her—I mean, in any way?" he asked; more like teased, but Yoongi didn't seem to be disturbed by it at all. Instead, he said, "What if I am?"

Silence engulfed the room for a while before Seungmin's again meaning said something.

"Now that's good news for my sister!" he exclaimed happily.

 "I was just kidding, don't take it so seriously," he said, annoyed.

"As if I wasn't," he rolled his eyes, too. "By the way...."

"Hm?"

"When will you return my PS5?! You have had it for two months!"  he said as he remembered his actual girlfriend, whom he was apparently missing a lot. After all, it's lame to give your soulmate to someone else for two months.

I was hearing their conversation all along, but did I care? Was I ashamed? Nope! Absolutely not! Surely I did sound like a creep, but I just wanted to know, and oh my?! I almost choked on my tears when I heard him say, 'What if I am?' but well, a heartbreak when he said 'I was just kidding.'

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Heartbreak anniversary: ninth March, two thousand and eleven.

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"I—I literally love you!" his eyebrows rose at my words. Did I say something wrong? Did I pronounce love as a lake? I'm clearly so nervous that I don't even know if there's any similarity between how those two words sound. Stop Y/n, stop!

"Fine," he paused for a while before again speaking, "how about I say..." he again thought for a while as if he didn't want to say what he wanted to, "I like you?" he smiled; but this time, it was a genuine one. 

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Confession anniversary: sixth of June, two thousand and thirteen.

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"And Yoonji, that's how I met your father."

"I wanted to hear an actual story, not a Disney princess one," she rolled her eyes.

"Now I won't tell you another story; I just can't. Sleep well."

"No!" 

"Or I'll call your dad to tell you a story," I smirked.

"Okay Mom, good night!" she beamed before drifting to dreamland which took her about thirty minutes.

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