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6

a month later

a loud bang was heard from the door leading to the alleyway behind the club.

"let go of me!" yuna shaked the guy's hand away from her arm as tears began to form in her eyes.

"why? isn't this what you want?" the guy grabs her arm and strengthens his grip. he pulled her to him and hugged her tight from behind.

"who fucking said i wanted this?!" yuna squirmed, trying to get out of his arms, "help! someone, help me!" tears fell out of her eyes.

"then why the fuck were you doing all that earlier?" yuna kicked his 'middle part', making him fall onto the ground.

"don't you know that what you're doing now is harassment?! i can call the police on you right now!" yuna said, screaming at the guy.

"well, it isn't harassment if you wanted it." the guy stood up, "besides, you're just some eighteen year old slut that dropped out of school. what the fuck do you know about harassment? what are you? some lawyer—"

"enough man. you hurt her enough. sexually harassing someone was way too far and now you're verbally abusing her? get a life." yoongi approached from behind, placing his arm on yuna's shoulders.

"y-yoongi, p-please, h-help me." she whispered and cried, hugging him while hiding her face in his chest.

"it's okay. don't cry." yoongi whispered too, brushing her hair with his fingers.

"who the fuck are you?" the guy said.

"shouldn't i be asking you that? you don't even know this girl and you have the gut to harass her physically and verbally?"

"well, i'm her boyfriend. it's normal to get into fights with your girlfriend, right?"

"woah, girlfriend? it's alright to verbally abuse your girlfriend? do you even know her name?"

"well, duh—"

"what's her name?"

"why should i tell you?"

yoongi scoffed, "then you obviously don't know her."

"do you know her?" the guy crossed his arms and slyly smiles.

"yeah, i'm her boyfriend." yuna looked up at yoongi's face with a confused look.

"how could you say that when i'm her—"

"your boyfriend? dude, you don't even know her name! how could you say she's your girlfriend."

"well, do you know her name."

"yes."

"then what—"

"her name's han yuna. now leave before i call the police on you." yoongi said in a cold voice, making the guy leave.

"you okay?" yoongi asked.

yuna sniffled, "i'm fine. but what was that?" she raised a brow up.

"what was what?"

"you saying you're my boyfriend. are you finally gonna become my boyfriend?" yuna's eyes sparkled.

"well," yoongi gulped, "i don't know."

"so you're saying i quit smoking for nothing?! yoongi, you're an asshole." yuna pulled out of the hug and walked away.

"so you really did quit. were you that desperate to date me?" yoongi said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"well, yes?" yuna turned around.

"alright then," yoongi ran to yuna and put his arm around her shoulders, "be my girlfriend."

yuna blushed, "that was so not smooth."

"it wasn't supposed to be." they both walked out of the alleyway, "you dyed your hair black again?"

"blonde hair got boring." yuna said.

"you're back already?" yuto said, seeing yuna arrive.

"yeah." yuna said in a soft voice.

"your eyes are red and puffy, why? who made you cry?" yuto asked.

"oh, this is nothing. i'm just tired, that's all." yuna laid down on the couch and stared at the ceiling.

"his perfume smells so good. i can't believe he just made me his girlfriend like that." yuna whispered to herself.

"whose perfume? han yuna, you even got yourself a boyfriend in one night. what did you do?" yuto said, taking a sip of his beer.

"you heard that?" yuna said, jumping up.

"duh?" yuto put his feet on the coffee table, "it's yoongi hyung isn't it?" yuto looked at yuna with a grin.

"w-what? n-no!" yuna's cheeks flushed red.

"there's no need to lie, yuna. you make it so obvious." yuto chuckled, "congrats though."

"you're not mad?" yuna said, raising her brows up.

"why should i be? i mean, it's your life." yuto stood up to throw the empty can of beer, "just make sure to be careful though. i may be best friends with yoongi hyung but i don't know what he's like with his love life."

6 months later

yuna was drinking at the bar alone. she was drinking nonstop and her mascara was smudged from her tears.

"yah! bartender! another shot of vodka please!" yuna said, raising her shot glass up.

"ma'am, although i don't know you, please stop drinking. i'm very concerned with your health. you've been here for the past three nights drinking nonstop." the bartender said, wiping the table with a cloth, "look around you, no one's even here anymore."

"you," she pointed at the bartender, "have you ever been heartbroken?"

"well, a few times." the bartender folded the piece of cloth and placed his hands on the counter, "why?"

"then you should understand why i'm doing this! i wasted six months of dating and it ended that quick." yuna groaned, putting her head on the counter.

"well, that doesn't mean you should be spending three whole nights drinking."

"can you stop talking about three nights shit? imagine what i could've done with six months!" yuna started to gag.

"ma'am, please go to the restroom if you're going to vomit." the bartender sighed.

"let me do what i fucking want—" yuna got her head off the counter and placed her hand over her mouth.

"damn it." the bartender blurted out, cringing as he stared at yuna vomiting onto the floor.

"i'm gonna leave if you want me to." yuna said, standing up.

"well, see you when i see... ma'am?" the bartender said, noticing her slowly shutting her eyes and falling onto the ground.

"oh shit." he ran to yuna and shook her, trying to wake her up; he suddenly heard the door burst open.

"yuna!"