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Bye...

Yoongi POV

My heart plunged when Y/N confirmed everything I thought. The whole event still replays in mead from yesterday. As soon as I'd attempted to comfort her, I put my phone down and began a break down of my own. The moments seem so surreal. We were so close to getting what we wanted but this is the final result. It's all that Alisha's fault and yet Y/N trusts her. I bet she's another fake friend. But Y/N reassures me that she's not, what lese am I supposed to say to that? I dial in Taehyung and Jin's number, wondering who'll pick up this time.

"Hello! This is Taehyung.", a perky voice says.

"Hi there, I'm guessing you know who I am.", I say in a solemn voice, a deep contrast to his.

"Of course I know who you are. How are you?", he continues with his perky voice, he must've not noticed.

I don't make an effort, "I'm not good."

His tone changes straight away, "What's going on mate?"

"You'll have to be cancelling all the plans Tae."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Y/N's mum has found out."

There's a moment of silence, "Oh."

"I know; I know you don't know what to say next. Well, what is there to say next?"

"Give me a second.", he says. He calls Jin.

"Hi there.", it's Jin.

"Hey.", I mumble.

"I heard about it, Tae just told me.", Jin says.

"You know what to do, everything's got to be cancelled now.", I say

"Don't be disheartened, we could still make this work you know.", he offers.

"No there isn't. I'm a Yang and she's a Yin, now that they're aware, they will never let down their guard. You know that.", I hit him hard with the truth.

"I guess...", now it's his turn to mumble, "So how did Y/N's mum find out?"

"A snitch maid.", I say roughly.

"And how did the maid find out?", he asks.

"Because Y/N trusted this maid and so called friend so much. And now look what's happened.", I sigh and rub my throbbing temples.

I hear an audible sigh from him too, "She's smart, Y/N I mean. Why did she give in to this maid?"

"How would I know that?", I say.

"There's not much left to say, just let me know if we can be of any help to you any time in the future.", he supports.

"Thanks.", I murmur and cut the call.

Your POV

I stay confined to my room all day. I mean, the maximum I'm allowed to go to is within the bounds of the main mansion, not even my own mansion. And with that, what's the point of getting out of my bedroom? Alisha comes to check up on me numerous times, once with food, once with words of comfort but nothing seems to lighten the heavy weight on my heart. Why is it that every time you're so close to achieving your goal, reaching the goal at the end of the path, the world jostles suddenly and the horizon expands once again and it seems as if the goal at the end of the path is once again as far as it was when you embarked upon the journey? There's a knock on my door.

"Come in.", I mutter.

"Y/N.", it's Alisha.

She puts a tray of assorted fruits next to me.

"What's this for?", I ask.

"You haven't eaten all day, you'll get sick so please eat some.", she brings a grape to my mouth.

"Please. I don't want it.", I refuse it.

She cries softly, "This is all my fault. If only I didn't exist."

I turn my head towards her sharply, "Don't you dare for a second say that. Your honest presence is one thing I have prayed for all my life. Sometimes things like this happen in life, it's what makes it so beautifull and different from everything else. Stay strong."

She looks at me with the saddest expression that breaks my heart, "No Y/N. I hate to break your optimism but not everyone has a happily ever after"

And she walks away. I call after her but she doesn't stop to look at me. I can't go after her, I'm too tired and I know it's not good of me as a friend to not make her understand but right now, I don't think I even have the courage to approach myself yet alone others.

Alisha POV

I head to the kitchen and think about my words. Not everyone can have a happily ever after. I'm lucky to even have a once upon a time, who was I to think that I'd have a happy ending too? I look at the kitchen knife lying there, the one I cut fruit with. I should've died before I said anything to Y/N's mum. That way, all this wouldn't have happened. Tears stream down my face and I set my mind. I tuck away the knife in the folds of my dress and go to the gardens outside. And then I take out the blade and it glints in the evening sunshine. I inhale deeply, taking in the aroma of this bittersweet world. Bye...