First Love

Fifteen.

Amara's POV:

"WHERE IS HE?" yelled Namjoon, obviously mad.

"I haven't seen hyung in a day," Jungkook stated quietly. "He was not even in his studio. He would never miss a photoshoot, there has to be something wrong." Just as he finished his sentence a figure walked in through the door. It was Yoongi.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" yelled Namjoon as soon as he saw him.

"Nowhere, and why would it concern any of you," he mumbled.

"Why would it concern any of us?" I questioned pushing Namjoon aside. "You're a part of the Bangtan family and in this family, we work together. Alright? And what could have been so important that you missed two photo shoots and a fan signing? Huh?"

"I was with Mina," he silently stated.

"Mina," I scoffed. "Seriously? YOU ARE SO SELFISH! FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE AND PUTTING YOUR BAND'S CAREER AT STAKE! GOD! I HOPE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE MEMBER HAD FUN!" I yelled, not caring that the members were around and turning around to walk away.

"My member is not 'little'," he said air quoting what I had said and smirking, making me turn.

I scoffed, "You haven't changed one bit from high school and I doubt your dick has." Yoongi's expression turned from a smirk to an 'I will kill you' face. I turned and started to walk away when he yelled.

"AND YOU ARE STILL THAT WHORE FACED PROSTITUTE I FUCKED IN HIGH SCHOOL," he finally yelled.

Yoongi's POV:

"AND YOU ARE STILL THAT WHORE FACED PROSTITUTE I FUCKED IN HIGH SCHOOL", I yelled. I couldn't believe what I had just said. I quickly covered my mouth and watched as Amara ran up to her bedroom as Skyla followed her.

After the both of them had left Jungkook came up to me. "Hyung you took it too far this time," he said looking down disappointed.

"Dude she actually loved you," Jimin said from the side. "At least she did in high-school." Everyone slowly started filing out of the living room, leaving me alone at the end. I sat on the sofa, sinking into its soft cushions. My hands found their way to my hair as I pulled and tugged at it. I yelled in frustration and let my head fall into my hands to slightly massaging my forehead.

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Amara's POV:

"Come on!" yelled Skyla, as she barged into my room. I whined when she closed my laptop and pulled my hand.

"What do you want?" I questioned, obviously annoyed by her. "Why are you so dressed up?" I asked again. She was wearing a grey shirt with a nude pencil skirt.

"We are going dress shopping!" she exclaimed.

"Dress shopping?" I said trying to open my laptop again. She slammed the top of the laptop onto my fingers, causing me to wince in pain.

"Come on," she wined.

"Fine," I said rolling my eyes.

"Good... now wear this," she said going to my walk-in closet and picking out a black turtleneck and a pair of patterned pants.

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Skyla's mouth hung in an 'O' as she looked at all the dresses that were nicely placed upon mannequins.

"Hello, welcome to Coûteux Boutique," said the clerk.

"Hi," Skyla said immediately. "We are looking for designer dresses."

The cleck nodded walked us to a room nearby. He opened the doors and led us into a beautifully decorated room with more than gorgeous dresses hung on mannequins.

"Mr. Kim said you'd be coming," the clerk said looking at Skyla.

Skyla turned to me as a huge smile crept onto her face. She loved fancy clothing, and she was now in a store filled with fancy clothing. She turned back to the clerk, her eyes still wide, "Wait, Kim as in Kim Taehyung?" she questioned.

The clerk slightly nodded her head. "He actually put out a few suggestions," she said directing her attention to me. I nodded my head. Skyla took my hand and slowly walked with the blonde clerk into the large and glamorous store.