Yoongi's POV
I groaned as we both boarded the bus. It has been a long time since I took the bus and I forgot how packed the bus was. Sweat trickled down my neck,making it sticky. I was squished against Hana in a really weird position. Firstly,she was leaning against the window. Then, my arms are around her head so that I could support myself and not collide into the pregnant lady beside me everytime the busstops. It looked like some scene on a kdrama but trust me,I just looked like a pervert on the bus. People were giving me weird stares while Hana was very comfortably using her phone. Just great.
"This is all your fault,"I complained,narrowing my eyes at her.
"How is this my fault?"she raised a brow,demanding for an answer.
"Uh I don't know...but someone's car decided to break down and we had to take this cramped bus and people think I'm a pervert,"I said with sass. Or may I say,swag.
She rolled her eyes,"you're too dependant on my car. I told you you could take the taxi but you insisted on coming with me,"she paused,"besides you are a pervert,"she teased,pulling my tie so my head would jerk downwards.
"Yeah because I'm scared the psychopath guy will come after you again,"I narrowed my eyes at her,"and that hurt a lot,"
"Don't worry,I'll meet more in the future,"she teased,winking playfully. I scoffed at her foolishness. I'm not going to take care of her the next time she gets hurt by psychopaths. She's so violent.
"Unnieeeeeee~~"a high pitched voice screamed and squeezed her way through the other passengers. She received glares but she didn't give a single fuck. I recognised her as Hyojung,her colleague. She tied two braids and had bangs. She was wearing a pastel pink dress and a white cardigan. She looked like a living doll just that she couldn't shut her mouth up. Just like Hana's bestfriend.
"You're taking the bus today?"she asked. Duh. Then what else are we doing?
"Yeah my car broke down,"she explained and Hyojung nodded.
"Isn't this the guy?"she pointed to me with a questioning brow.Now I feel like an object.
"Yes,I am that guy,"I said coldly and Hana hit me in the chest harshly,"don't be rude,"she warned and glared at me. I rolled my eyes. Yeah you totally scare me.
"Unnie,how come you're together with him?"she asked. She was pretty but she looked like someone who would get on my nerves real easily especially because she talks in a cutesy way which I find utterly annoying.
"It's a long story but he's my slave,"she giggled,receiving a laugh from Hyojung.
"Uh I'm right here,"I deadpanned and gave her the 'are-you-serious' face. This bus ride is going to suck.
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Hana's POV
My phone buzzed and I put aside my file,thankful for the person who had messaged me. This is the way I lie to myself,saying that the message may be important and that I could use this as a rest. Ever since my promotion,I finally realised how much work my former boss had to do. And I was still complaining about mine.
I unlocked the phone and it was my mum.
Eomma ~3~ : I made a blind date for you again. Please do not get any random man to help you get out again. You made me so embarrassed the last time! The boy was a good one and you just gave him up!
I sighed. Another blind date? No thank you. I'm 27,I'm not THAT old yet. Besides,I've decided to put my career as first priority for the next few years so that when I reach 35 or older,I can start relaxing a little and maybe like mum says,find a partner. I mean every girl dreams of a boy who understands her and makes her happy. I just haven't found someone like that after Yoongi broke up with me. Sure,he's a stupid,narcisst,foolish,forgetful,childish,grumpy and lazy jerk but he gave me happy times too. I typed my response.
Oh (HAHA)HANA: I don't want to go~ besides I didn't hire that guy to escape. That was Yoongi,remember the guy I used to date?
Eomma ~3~ :You've gotten back with him? that's great my dear,he's a nice boy. I'll cancel the blind date. Bring him over for dinner?
I was going to clarify that I didn't get back together with him when I read the back part of the text. Cancelling the blind date,eh? And all I have to do is bring Yoongi for dinner? DEAL. I texted her an 'ok' before informing Yoongi. He was coming home for dinner anyway so might as well drag him there.
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He unbuckled his seatbelt and grumbled as he slammed the door shut.
"Stop being grumpy,"I rolled my eyes,locking my car.
"You're forcing me to be your fake boyfriend so you can escape blind dates,"he snorted.
"Yes,I am. Besides this is what you owe me after the rides I give you to work and all the food I make for you,"I reasoned and he scoffed.
"Fine,"he gave up after not being able to come up with a retort.
I knocked on the door and my mother opened the door with a wide smile plastered on her face,doned in a cooking apron.
"Oh,Yoongi! For a moment I thought she was lying! Oh my little boy,I've missed you so much!"she exclaimed in excitement before enveloping him into a tight hug. She finally let her go and Yoongi passed her a gift. She thanked him and invited us in. My mother really liked Yoongi a lot because he was really sweet to her. I think she was even more depressed than me when I broke up with him. My dad,on the other hand,didn't like him that much. They don't talk a lot and when they're forced to sit together,everything becomes awkward. Maybe he's overwhelmed by Yoongi's fake swag.
The dinner was normal. I was practically ignored and my mother kept refilling Yoongi's plate. She bombarded him with questions while my father eyed him suspiciously. I must say,Yoongi is a good fake boyfriend. He was patient with her questions and didn't react exaggerately to my dad's intimidating stares.
As I washed the dishes with my mother and Yoongi was left alone with my father (kekeke),my mother sighed,"You're not young anymore,"
I sighed too. She's going to start nagging me again. After every single failed date,she would give me a call and would always start with the sentence,'you're not young anymore,'
"You should settle down soon. Yoongi is a good boy so don't let him escape. Trap him and marry him. I don't mind you resorting to any means as long as its not illegal,"she continued and I slapped my forehead. Mum I'm not so desparate.
"When will you give me a grandchild? My friends are all sending me pictures of theirs and I feel so jealous. Get married soon,okay? It's dangerous to get pregnant if you're any older than 30. I want a plump grandchild. Twins or triplets! More the merrier! Or you can give me a full soccer team,"
I shaked my head. Eomma and her unrealistic ideals. My womb isn't so strong to give birth to seven children at one time.
"Don't let him escape,"she repeated and I looked out of the kitchen. Don't let him escape.
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Are You Cheating?
Fanfic"Let's break up," His words pierced through my already fragile and worn-out heart. I knew it would hurt but it would be for the better. It's better to get a breakup than continue suffering each and every day. "I have no objections to that,"I replied...
