Yours Truly

92: I'm afraid that pretty smile would turn into tears.

Jong-in was a disgrace. To his family. To his friends. To his own heart. He couldn't hold Soo-Jung's hand, neither coudl he keep Kim Jennie safe. Why was that, he only brought along him disaster?
His parents and Jennie's parents found his involvement with her running away. Min Yoongi's one was furious enough to threaten them. The Mins were about to sue. Well, his involvement had to be as evident as the day. He picked up Jennie and took her to Min Yoongi.
His parents have disowned him. He was about to be sued by Mins and Kims. He doesn't get it. The Kims and the Mins were nothing but each other. Why did they complicate the things? Why didn't they form the alliance between each other?
He strolled to the phone booth. Dialling the number he had of Jennie. He waited, breathing out with each ring. He needed to make it clear before it's too late.

Taehyung smiled, rubbing his thumb against her hands. He wanted to keep her close. But again, he was in different classes. This time, even Jungkook wasn't there. Lisa wasn't here too. He gently hummed,
"If anything happens, I'll be in class..."
"Nothing will happen Hwangjanim. Nothing will."
She gently pecked his cheeks when no one was looking. She saw his cheeks gain colour. She smiled to him, before entering her class. She took the very last seat, beside the window. Yuju was sitting on the windowsill. She jumped down, leaving the place to her. She used to be sort of close with loads of people from her class. Seokmin, Mingyu, Minghao, Jihyo, Miyeon, Mina, ChaeYeon, Gyuri. But today she didn't want to talk to anyone. And they respected her decision.
She hated how they had moved Rosé's chair and someone else was on Jungkook and Lisa's places. But she was too tired of everything that gulping down the tears didn't hurt anymore. Mingyu pulled up a chair next to her, clearing his throat,
"Sierra, welcome back."
She tried smiling,
"Thanks Mingyu."
She started doodling on her sketchbook. Plugging in her headphones. Mingyu wanted to talk more, but this was a clear sign that she wanted to be alone. Sierra wanted to sketch, but she felt as if nothing came out of her pen. She felt blank, don't knowing what to draw. She tried scribbling a bit, but they were all just scribbles.
A tap on her table. She frantically raised her eyes. Seeing her startled, the scrawny boy in front of her threw his hands up, surrendering,
"Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"What do you want Xu Minghao?"
"Sierra, from an artist to another, the times you are going through, either will bring you inspiration or nothing. Try to wrench out the better in the worst of situations. I trust you to rise above, Sierra. Hwaiting!"

She stared out of the window. Sitting on the floor, with her lunch tray on her lap. Taehyung smiled, softly closing the door with his feet. Settling down next to her, placing his lunch tray beside her. He whispered,
"Gotcha Juliette."
She smiled, slowly leaning her head on his shoulder. Humming,
"I can always feel your presence. How did you find me though?"
He smiled. Punching his straw through the banana milk bottle. He said in a rather cutesy tone,
"I won't tell you!"
She giggled. A complete, hearty giggle. Her puppy doe eyes scrunched up and cheeks fluffed up. Her gums out. She jokingly smacked his arms,
"Stop it, Oppa-yah! Not in front of my coffee milk."
He giggled, ruffling her hair,
"I couldn't find you in the cafeteria. And something ticked off that you are probably at our spot."
Their spot was an abandoned classroom. Some kids swore they saw a ghost there while some extra study sessions. And one of them was sorta influential, thus they made sure that no one used the classroom anymore. But what they didn't know was that, it was Taehyung just dressed in a white dress and a wig. He and Jungkook were pretending to get married and that classroom was empty. But ever since then it was his spot. Their spot.
She smiled. As if only the two of them existed. As if the time was too slow. Too slow that it had started to stub. This was nowhere near the things they had went through together. It was soft and it had a blunt fragrance. It felt as if they were drunk. It felt as if the happiness wasn't real. She slowly whispered,
"Could all this be a dream?"
"Maybe. Or maybe not. I have no clue. But there's one thing I know for sure. You are the sweetest sensation I ever had. And if all this was a dream, I would sell my soul to meet you again and again and again."

Jennie was happy. She actually was. Min Yoongi and they were finally to themselves. They were supposed to get married on the coming sunday. She trusted Min Yoongi that much. All that cannot go down right now. Her anxiety and panic attacks were back. She tried breathing in and out, closing all the curtains with a sharpness. Tears rushing through her eyes. She kept muttering,
"Min Yoongi cannot betray her. That man wasn't his bodyguard. Those groups of men also weren't the same gang under the Kims."
Yoongi stepped out of the washroom, rubbing his head. His smile vanished into thin air, seeing Jennie in that much of a frantic state. He rushed towards her, hugging her back. As if she will merge into insanity if not for that,
"Kim, is there something wrong?"
Jennie felt as if a thick mucusy slug was idlely sitting on her vocal cords. She couldn't speak. Her tears felt hot, so did her face. She tried to cough up her voice, but all that came out were very breathy whimpers. Her body was shivering, as she was breaking into cold sweat. She scratched Yoongi's forearms. So hard that, Yoongi felt as if a blunt blade went through his skin. But he didn't care. He knew, his Jennie was in more distress. Her voice was rather eery,
"Min Yoongi. We are done for it."