-Y/n's POV-
"And where have you been?"The dainty old woman stomped over to me, some of her silver curls springing up.
"Shopping," I lied, wrapping my arms around myself. Why did lying feel so natural?
"Is that where you got that ugly jacket?" Yeahon pointed one of her slim, bony at Yoongi-ssi's black leather jacket. It was huge on me, but it did its job at keeping me warm.
"Uh.. yeah, and it's not ugly!"
It's definitely isn't ugly when Yoongi-ssi is wearing it...
"Why does it smell like cologne?" She sniffed at the jacket, sneering.
"I bought it from the men's section because the female jackets were hideous," I easily lied again, trying not to cower under Yeahon's infuriated gaze
"Whatever. Get to your room, and tomorrow... I expect you home right after work," she then pointed her slim finger at my bedroom's door. I bowed and quickly scurried to my room. My phone buzzed, but it was just a text from my boss saying that my paycheck will be late. Even though I had nothing to do, I also knew I couldn't sleep, so I unlocked the phone.
My head was buzzing, trying to remember. One thing was for sure, I knew they were hiding something... maybe something horrible happened?
I don't know how or why, but when I snapped from my thoughts, I found that I was in a folder on my gallery. The title of the folder was quite strange, but something rang deep down.
Suga
Though, the title was odd... all of the pictures were of Yoongi-ssi. Clicking on a photo, something deep down stirred.
A cold chill hit my face, but adrenaline flowed through my veins. Picking up a single snowball, I aimed, ready to fire at any moment.
"Ya! (Y/n), Suga-hyung! C'mere!" Jungkook called me over, along with a certain mint haired male that cautiously stepped away from his tree cover. Smirking at a plan that quickly formed in my head, I held the snowball behind my back, trying to look cute and innocent as I followed 'Suga'.
"What?" Suga, irritated that Jungkook ruined out game, crossed his arms, not paying attention to me. Though, he'd never admit that he had a crush.
"I want to take a picture of you two!" The golden maknae held up his phone. My eyes lit up and I gently smashed the snow on Yoongi-ssi's head before standing next to him. "Sounds fun!"
"Okay, (Y/n), sit on your knees in front of that tree. Not right in front, though," Jungkook ordered. I got into place and laid my gloves hands on my knees while my heels were uncomfortably digging into my ass.
"Suga-hyung, you do the same, but behind Noona. Then lay you head- yeah, like that," Jungkook smiled, and I did also as Yoongi-ssi laid his head on mine.
"Perfect... now hold still!" Jungkook instructed before I was blinded with a flash.
"Aish," I clenched my eyes shut, like I was actually blinded and held my head. My head throbbed, but I went to the next picture.
"(Y/n)," the mint rapper woke me from my day dreaming.
"Yoongi," I said with the same tone, then giggled afterwards.
"Let's take a picture," he wrapped his arm around me. Being honest, he distracted me from everything. I didn't care that we were in a park or that someone can literally go up to him and ask for an autograph anytime.
"Why?" I lifted an eyebrow. Why would he want a picture? And what did he want a picture of?
"Because. It'd be our first picture as a couple," he sounded cheesy, but it was cute. Blushing, I nodded. He pulled me closer and opened his camera up, putting it in selfie mode.
"Saranghaeyo~" I cooed with a smile as he took a smile, holding a Korean heart between us.
Buzz, buzz.
Shaking my head, I looked at my phone. Someone with the caller ID as 'Grandpa' with a heart was calling.
"Yeoboseyo?" I answered.
"How are you?" It was Yoongi-ssi, and I gave a small breath of relief.
"My head hurts," I looked around my room, hand on my head. My eyes locked at the sight of an empty backpack.
"Did you hit it on something?" It made my heart melt with how worried he sounded.
"Aniyo... I think I remembered something," I said honestly, slowly walking over to the bag.
"What did you remember?" He didn't try to rush me, at least... I don't think he did.
"We, you and I, had a snowball fight. You had mint hair, and I think it was you... but Jungkook kept calling 'you' Suga."
"That was a long time ago... We had just met a few months earlier."
"And the second memory... it was you again. We were at a park, and you suddenly had your arm around me. You said 'let's take a picture.' I asked you why and you told me it would be our first picture of us together as a couple."
"That was also a long time," he said gently. "How did you even remember?"
"I was looking at pictures in this folder named 'Suga'."
"I'm guessing you don't remember Suga?"
"Aniyo," I said guiltily.
"It's my stage name."
"Oh..." I whispered, then the sounds of high-heels clicking got closer to my door.
"(Y/n)! Who're you talking to?!" Yeahon knocked on the door.
"Uh.. my boss!" I cleared my throat, silently begging that Yoongi-ssi wouldn't say anything, at least anything that would give me away.
"What about?" Yeahon opened the door. "It's late."
"My paycheck is going to be late." It was honest, because really, my paycheck really was going to be late.
"Wae?!" Yeahon yanked the phone from my hand and pressed it to her ear. "Who gave you the right to-"
She started, but my phone died.
"Fuck," she cursed, throwing my phone on my bed. "Why is your paycheck delayed again?"
"I'm not sure... I should be getting to bed," I swallowed, eyeing my phone, then the backpack.
"Yes, you should. Remember, come here right after work."
Nodding, I watched as she left, shut my door, turned the hall light off, then listened to the sound of her heels fade. After I knew she was gone, I slowly walked to the closet and started packing.
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Friend | m.yg
Fanfiction*Sequel to Sister* (Y/n) was poisoned and died, but she didn't die, did she? Yoongi helps his girlfriend get her memory back and finds out what happened to her... and how's she's alive.
