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[Nari's P.O.V]

I wake up to birds chirping in the distance and complete silence. Complete silence except for someone breathing right above me. Wait, what? I run my hands over my face and rub my eyes in need of fully waking up, just to see who exactly is the person I'm sleeping with. I open my eyes for the first time in the morning and see I place I had never seen before. I'm lying on a cream coloured L-shaped couch, with a coffee table in front of it and very modern TV hanging on the wall. At my left there's an entrance door, a hallway with doors and an American kitchen; while on the right side there's a huge window that lets the morning sun's warm light fill up the room.
I look up to the person that has a warm hand over my shoulder and that I'm laying on. Jimin. His eyes are still closed and his mouth half open, his brown hair looking golden because of the light hitting him, the memories of last night flooding in. His cheeks look so fluffy, I wanna poke them. Do it. No, what if I wake him up and bother him? Oh, come on, like he's gonna notice. I poke his left cheek with a very shaky finger. IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE!! I smile stupidly to myself. A few seconds after, he shyly opens his eyes and shows off a half smile.
"What you smiling at, Ballerina?" He asks with his husky morning voice, that, let me just say: drool.
"Nothing in particular." I reply truthfully, shrugging and smiling wider.
He looks down smiling at our intertwined hands, thing I had not noticed.
"I... I'm sorry, but I should probably leave. I don't want to be a burden to you." I say awkwardly.
"You're not a burden. But if you wanna leave, at least, stay for breakfast. I can't let you go like this, you haven't eaten anything since yesterday at lunch." He answers back entering the kitchen and putting an apron on. "Wanna make pancakes?" He says pulling off that beautiful smile of his.
"Sure." I smile back at him, going into the kitchen as well and rolling up the long sleeves of my black and white striped shirt. Wait. This isn't my shirt. And I'm wearing sweatpants. Not mine either. I don't remember changing into some new clothes, especially ones that are so big on me. Meh. I decide to shrug it off and focus on the pancakes.
"So... Jimin. Do you know how to make them?" I ask him, cause I honestly have no idea and I hope he does.
"Nope, not really, do you?" I shake my head, chuckling while he takes out his phone to, I guess, look for a recipe on the internet.
"Okay so... we've gotta mix the flour, salt and sugar with eggs, milk and butter." He says meditatively.
Once we had done that, he leaves to put the ingredients back in their place. I suddenly feel him hugging me from behind, making me smile, but before I can process everything, he throws a handful of flour to my face, making my already messy hair messier. I turn around looking at him, my mouth wide open while I laugh. He's grinning.
"Oh no, you didn't. You did fucking not!" I say taking the sack and running after him. "Come here, you lil bitch!" I yell while still running, but he trips making me fall over him. I take advantage of the situation to cover him in the white powder. We both stay there, laying on the floor, covered in white, laughing histerically, enjoying the moment, until someone calls out Jimin's name.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" Our laughter dies down as the voice hardens with each word he says. We sit up, to see who just talked to us. To my surprise (well, not really), it's Suga.
"Pancakes." Jimin says shrugging,  defying his hyung, and I just stay there in silence. It's not my place to speak.
"Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you please." He says bowing as if we were royalty and turning around muttering stuff to himself.
"What did you say, Yoongi?" I say, getting angrier by the second. "If you got something to say, say it to our faces."
"I said nothing, brat." That's it. I get up and follow him. I make him face me by turning his left shoulder to the right.
"Look, Yoongi, the fact that you were stupid and that you screwed shit over doesn't give you the fucking right to be a cranky little bitch. I get that it's weird seeing me in your house after you declared war, after everything that happened, but if you appreciate Jimin, and if you appreciated me at some point, you'd be happy for us, for the fact that after spending two and a half years crying and mourning over you, I've laughed again. Can't you just be happy for once, for your friend?" I say throwing my hand at Jimin when saying the last part. "Besides, you have Lara, who apparently makes you happy, am I wrong?" I finish in a very low voice.
"Yes, I could be happy for you two, but what iF I'M NOT FUCKING HAPPY, NARI. HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THAT? HAVE YOU FUCKING THOUGHT ABOUT SOMEONE THAT ISN'T YOU?" He screams at me, tears threatening to fall from both our eyes, before turning around, getting in his room and slamming his door shut. I just stay there in shock. Jimin gets up from the floor and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"I should leave. I've done enough for today. I'm sorry." I say putting my shoes and taking my coat from the rack.
"Okay." He says sadly. "Just remember, that if you need anything, really anything, I'm just a call away, okay?" He adds smiling, to which I reply a small 'okay'. I leave the dorm, not before getting a kiss goodbye from Jimin.
After walking around aimlessly for about twenty minutes I receive a call. I take my phone out of my sweatpants' pocket and see that it's Eomma.
"Eomma?"
"Jagi, where are you? We've been looking for you like crazy and trying to reach you all night!"
"I was at a friend's. No need to worry." I lie. Well, it's not exactly a lie, Jimin is my friend. Might be something more, but for now, he's my friend.
"Are you coming back home?"
"Nari?! Come home now." A second voice appears, I guess it's Noah.
"Noah, don't pressure your sister!" And the sound of smack. Hahah yes, you deserved it.
"I don't know. May be." I say coldly.
"Nari, yeonin, pleas-" I end the call leaving Noah dumbfounded. I enter my SNS for news and see Twitter's newest Trending Topic is #JiminxMysteryGirl. I click on the most retweeted tweet, that comes from a famous gossip news agency:
BTS' Park Jimin has been seen with an unknown girl.
Last night, Park Jimin was seen holding hands and kissing with a for now anonymous girl, and then they went to, where we suppose, is Jimin's house. Two fans photographed them and then proceeded to upload the pictures to their personal SNS, earning thousands of views, likes, retweets... Are they dating? Is it just a fling? The internet is going crazy over the sight of their idol with a girl!
And right after that, two pictures of us, one running to shelter, and the other kissing. How didn't we notice this?
I call Jimin.
"Already miss me, Ballerina?" He says cocky, making me laugh.
"Yeah sooo much." I answer sarcastically. "Check Twitter's Trending Topic. Like, right now."
"Okay, give me a sec." I hear the sound of him pressing the buttons on his phone. "Okay, what the hell. I'm tweeting back." He says the words out loud while writing, like a little kid would. Cute. Although I only caught some words, like shouldn't do this, and invasion of privacy, I could tell he was pretty angry. I'd be too. "All done. Are you okay? With Suga hyung, and now this... you must be kinda sad." He says lovingly. Aww, he cares about me.
"Nah, don't worry about me, I'm fine." I lie. "Thanks, tho, for everything."
"It's nothing, really. Hey, I gotta leave. I'll see you later?"
"Sure." I say happily. Then we say goodbye and end the call.
I go home, even thought I don't want to, but I have to, I need to see Dad and Eomma.
As soon as I go through the door, Noah comes running to me with the screen of his phone looking at me.
"Care to explain what this means, miss?" He asks angrily.
"You're not my dad, I don't have to tell you." I say crossing my arms and walking past him.
"He's not, but I am and I wanna know." Dad says coming out of the kitchen drying his hands off with a cloth. "Who's that Park Jimin boy? Are you two serious? Do we have to invite him over for dinner? Most importantly, does he treat you well?"
"Okay, Dad, too many questions in too little time. But he isn't coming for dinner because we're not dating." Dad opens his mouth as if to say something, but I cut him off. "AND I want no questions about it, understood?" I end the conversation and go to my parents' room. "Eomma?" I ask opening the door cautiosly.
"Nari? Oh my god, where have you been? Please don't do this ever again. Please." She says getting up from the bed and engulfing me into a hug.
"Sorry, Eomma, I didn't mean to stay out this long and even less to worry you, I just got really mad at Noah, and needed to get out for a bit, but ended falling asleep at a friends'. I'm sorry." I say hugging her back. I feel her hot tears slide from her cheeks to the fabric of my borrowed shirt.
"Don't be sorry. Just don't do this ever again." She pulls away. "You must be starving." Indeed I am.
After eating something I go straight to bed. Oh, how I've missed you.

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"Nari, wake up, it's time for class and you've been sleeping for two days straight." Eomma says shaking me softly.
"What?" I ask getting up, my eyes still closed.
"Get ready and come downstairs for breakfast." She says smiling sweetly at me and leaving my room. After doing what I was told, I leave the house alone. I usually go with Noah but neither of us wanted to go with each other. Problem solved.
When I'm about to cross the metal gate to get to class someone grabs me by the arm and spins me around until I'm looking at him.
"Hey. How are you?" The guy (whose name was Minguk?) asks.
"Uhm fine, thanks. I should really get to class. Bye." I say pulling out of his grasp and almost running inside until I reach my class, where I meet my friends at the front, as usual. I notice there's someone missing. It's Sara.
"Guys, where's Sara?" I ask after maintaining a bit of small talk with my friends.
"I don't know, she wasn't here when we arrived. Where were you on Friday night?" Taejoon asks... mad?
"I got into an argument with my brother and left the house." I shrug my shoulders.
"Why didn't you call us? We're your friends, after all." Dohyung replies sarcastically.
"Look, I know where this is going to. I just didn't feel like talking to anyone and he just happened to be there, okay? I'm sorry." God.
"Okay class, talking time is over. Open up your books." Mrs. Kwon says clapping her hands once. I don't pay attention to the class, there's only space in my mind for one thing. Where's Sarah... Where could she possibly be...