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"Did you have a nightmare?" Taehyung asked, leaning forward to stare at my face curiously without blinking.

"Yeah... but I don't remember it," I briefly glanced at him and glanced down at my hands.

"I see. Well... how are you feeling?" Taehyung asked and avoided my eyes.

"I-"

"Ms. Sora, you're free to go but make sure to visit every morning to receive some minor treatments," The nurse came striding into the room. Taehyung pursed his lips and glanced at the nurse before averting his eyes back to me.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I turned to look at the nurse as she searched through the drawers.

"It's my pleasure. Please drink plenty of water and make sure not to overwork yourself. And don't forget to apply the creams to heal the bruises on your body," The nurse turned to smile at me.

"Neh, I will," I returned a smile and glanced at Taehyung. He was composedly staring at me. Why is he so quiet? It's making me uncomfortable.

"I have to file a report to Doctor Song now. I will see you tomorrow," The nurse politely bowed before rushing out of the medical room, leaving us in the quiet room. I turned to make eye contact with Taehyung, but neither of us said anything. Well... this is getting awkward...

"Do you want to go for a walk? The sun is setting, so it won't be hot," Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly. He glanced at me and back at the wall.

"Let's go for a walk. I know you want to say something," I weakly smiled at him and hopped off the bed- thinking I was alright, but my body wasn't ready to support me, so I stumbled into the opposite bed and lowered my head when the room started spinning around me.

"Yah! Be careful! You were a bloody mess just a day ago!" Taehyung swiftly caught me by my waist to stabilize my balance.

"Bloody mess? Was it that serious?" I jokingly chuckled at him. If it was that serious, I wouldn't be walking right now- oh. I stopped chuckling the moment I noticed Taehyung's sour expression.

"So it was that serious. I shouldn't be laughing, huh?" I nodded and looked away nervously when I realized he wasn't joking with me.

"We had to donate blood to you. Is that serious to you?" Taehyung sighed, pulling the door open for me as we strode outside.

"Ah, jinja?! The blood they were giving me was yours???" I turned to look at him in shock.

"Not just mine. Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok also volunteered to donate. Namjoon and Seokjin didn't trust us, so they sent a blood pack to us from their mansion," Taehyung shook his head at me as we sat down on the bench.

"Wae? Why would they donate?" I turned to look at Taehyung in confusion. Namjoon barely knows me, and Seokjin despises me ever since Yoongi was publicized as the second-rank alpha.

"The doctor refused to let any of us donate more than a pack of blood. I insisted on donating more blood, but they said it was not allowed. They couldn't get a hand on more blood supply because Minho wouldn't provide us any from his hospital-"

"But there's no way Namjoon and Seokjin would agree to it," I shot Taehyung a doubtful stare.

"Uh- I kind of... threatened them," Taehyung whispered under his breath while pretending to admire the trees. He what?

"You did what??! You did not threaten the alphas for their blood?!" I gasped, smacking his arm lightly. How can he threaten another alpha for their blood? He's unbelievable!

"Yah. You needed blood! Wha-what else can I do??" Taehyung cutely argued with me.

"What about Yoongi?- How is he?" I smiled as I wondered about Yoongi's welfare. A part of me felt empty when I mentioned his name. What's this feeling?

"He didn't donate. He came to visit, but he didn't donate!" Taehyung suddenly snaps at me in irritation. What's up with him...? I stared at him suspiciously.

"Moh? What's with that look???" Taehyung uncomfortably looks at me before turning away again. He's hiding something. I kept staring at him in silence, so he turned but immediately glanced away again when he realized I was still eyeing him.

"Fine. I refused to let him donate," Taehyung coughed and glanced at me uneasily. I knew it!

"WAE?!" I snapped at him in shock. Why would he do that??

"Ah- I got something for you," Taehyung purposely ignored my question as he dug into his pocket. Why is he acting like this???

"Yah! I asked you-"

"Here, I got you this on the way home from school. It's nothing much, but I thought you'd like it," Taehyung quickly pushed something into my palm, then turned to look in the opposite direction. Is he embarrassed?

"Why are you- oh," I broke into a soft smile as I stared at the elastic hairband with a cute flower on my palm. This is so unlike him. I can't imagine the cold Taehyung buying this from the accessory store.

"Wae? You don't like it? I thought it'd suit you. Aish! I knew I should've gotten something more valuable! Give it back- I'll look for something else," Taehyung turned to look at me nervously. He suddenly snatched the hairband out of my palm before I could even respond to him.

"I didn't say I don't like it! Give it back! I really like it," I pouted, trying to snatch it out of his grasp. I don't want anything valuable.

"Ah- Jinja? I'm glad," Taehyung finally smiled.. and suddenly, I felt this rush of warmth tingling in my chest when he beamed at me. Wae... wae? What the hell was that?! Sora!

"Cherish it because it was so awkward when I walked into the accessories shop to get it for you," Taehyung mumbled. He reached over to brush my hair with his fingers, making me straighten my back at his tender touch.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled when I felt the tickle as his fingers brushed against my ear. He didn't say anything and started to comb my hair with his fingers. He slid the hairband around my hair and gently lifted it up.

"There. Sorry... it's not perfect," Taehyung's eyes shifted from my hair to my eyes. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. I'm speechless. Did he just... tie my hair...?

"Stop giving me that disappointed look! I've never tied anyone's hair before! At least I tried!" Taehyung whined while giving me a playful glare.

"Ani. I'm not disappointed. What are you talking about? I love it," I smiled at him, causing his face to soften in relief. I am... touched.

"Ah? Is that so? I thought-"

"Why didn't you let Yoongi visit me?" I interrupted. His smile suddenly disappeared again. I shouldn't have asked him that. Fuck.

"Why would I let that murderer near you?" Taehyung grunted in a low voice. Murderer...?

"He's not a murderer," I shook my head repeatedly.

"He obviously knew his parents were gonna hurt you, but he did nothing," Taehyung clenched his fist tightly. My chest churned uncomfortably at his words. No? What is he talking about?

"Taehyung, it was just an accident-"

"No, it wasn't! His parents tried to kill you!" Taehyung snapped at me furiously, causing me to lean away in fear. Andwae... this-no-it can't be!

"Taehyung. What are you talking about? Yoongi and his parents would never hurt me-"

"But they did Sora! They did! His parent came to visit you this morning and openly confessed his intentions! He said he had to eliminate you," Taehyung let out a frustrated sigh. I froze in my seat while staring at Taehyung. No-no... it wasn't them... I'm sure it wasn't them.

"Taehyung-ah... stop talking nonsense," I whispered and got up from the bench.

"Where are you going? I'm telling you the truth. Your boyfriend's parents tried to kill you, Sora! He didn't even try to stop it!" Taehyung snaps at me. I darted Taehyung a disappointed look and walked away from him in a hurry.

"Sora!" Taehyung called when I quickly entered the mansion without looking back. It's not that I don't believe Taehyung I just find it hard... to accuse Yoongi's parents of hurting me. Sure, they're alphas and they're dangerous... but why would they hurt me?

"Ah... this is messed up," I mumbled, smacking my head repeatedly to dismiss the wild thoughts in my head. Can't I just rest? I'm so tired. Sighing, I walked through the living room when Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Kim came striding down the stairway in a hurry.

"Sora-shi! How are you?" Mrs. Kim let out a little yelp and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I'm feeling alright," I bowed at them.

"You look pale. I'll tell the maids to make you some nutritious food," Mrs. Kim smiles while rubbing my cheeks. She's just like eomma... caring and kind. That's when my heart suddenly sank. Does my parents know about this? I wish they didn't because I don't want to worry them. I'm always the troublemaker.

"We're sorry about the incident, Sora. We should've been more careful," Mr. Jeon looked at me apologetically- instantly making me feel guilty for the trouble I caused.

"Ah, please don't be. I was careless. It's my fault," I sadly shook my head at him.

"We told your parents. They weren't happy. They're really worried about you," Mr. Jeon exhaled, then pursed his lower lips anxiously. So they knew?

"Are they coming to visit me?" I asked curiously.

"Sadly, no. They're busy," Mr. Jeon shook his head. Tsk... busy? They knew someone tried to murder me, yet they don't even give a fuck? Ah, that's right! Throughout all the tough times I went through- They never bothered to take me home! It was me! It was all me! I had to run away and go home myself! They don't really care after all, huh?!

"Oh, they're here," Mrs. Kim suddenly grimaced while staring out the huge glass window as a black car pulled up at the front door. Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned to look at the door seconds before it opened.

"Anneonghaseyo," A familiar voice echoed in the living room when a thin yet tall figure came striding into the room... dressed in a black button-up shirt and black pants. The whole world stopped evolving when I saw who it was... for some reason, I couldn't say anything but stare at his black and tamed hair.

"Sora!" Taehyung appeared, walking down the hallway but stopped dead when he saw the person standing at the front door. He... changed... so much. It wasn't long ago... how...?

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung slowly approaches me, keeping his eyes glued on the person warily.

"Taehyung, I need you to sort out my report. Get it done," Mr. Jeon sighed, turning to look at Taehyung.

"I don't want to. What is he doing-"

"Taehyung," Mrs. Kim turns to look at her son dead his the eyes.

"Fine! She's coming with me!" Taehyung clenched his fist and reached out to grab my wrist. He tried to tug me, but he couldn't. I felt another hand wrapping firmly around my wrist.

"Moh...? What do you think you're doing? Let go!" Taehyung turned to look at the person in irritation when he refused to release me. I couldn't stop staring at the person. What happened to him? Why is he... like this?

"I need to talk to her," Yoongi finally spoke in a dull tone. That... doesn't sound like Yoongi.

"You don't need to-"

"Taehyung, go. Now. Leave her here," Mr. Jeon warned and stared at Taehyung sternly. Taehyung shot Yoongi a sharp glare before stomping up the stairs. I slowly turned to look at Yoongi again, but the thing was... it didn't feel like I was looking at him at all. Something changed, not his appearance... but the atmosphere around him... it's dark... and cold.

"Good afternoon..." An elderly woman entered the front door, followed by her husband. Yoongi quickly let go of my wrists, then turned to look at his parent with a blank expression on his face.

"Please come this way," Mrs. Kim forcefully smiled at the Mins, who were staring at me. I tried to greet them, but they ignored my gesture. I felt a sharp pain stabbing my chest and glanced away... feeling a little flustered. Maybe Taehyung's right... maybe.

"I believe you have something to say to Sora," Mrs. Min smiles blankly at Yoongi. He glanced at me with a dead expression. What's wrong with him? Why... Why is he so reserved?

"I do. Let's go," Yoongi spoke in a dull voice and walked off. I turned to look at the elders in confusion, then hurried after him. Am I supposed to follow him? He walked down the hallway without saying anything.

"You changed your hair color," I muttered to break the awkward silence, gradually following him, but he didn't respond. His cherry red hair was replaced with a pitch-black color.

"I see you didn't dress in your usual jackets and jeans anymore," I continued, trying to get him to talk to me. Is he ignoring me? Yoongi pulled open the door to my room and stepped inside without my permission. I stared at his emotionless eyes, but he didn't even look at me. At this point, I felt really upset with his unresponsive behavior.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked in a low voice, slamming the door shut in anger. He's getting me on my nerves!

"Do you like him?" Yoongi turns to stare at me blankly.

"Moh? Who?" I questioned in confusion.

"Taehyung, do you like him?" Yoongi asked with his hands in his pocket.

"I don't. What the hell-"

"That's impossible. You're always around him. Don't lie to me," Yoongi cut me off with a cold stare. I froze in my place to comprehend his word until I felt my cheeks heating up. No, I wasn't flustered by what he said... I'm upset with him. What is he saying?

"I don't understand. Why are you acting-"

"It's pretty obvious. I've always suspected you since the fake dating thing with him. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Stop faking it, Sora," Yoongi tilts his head at me. I stood staring at him in disbelief when I felt my heart sinking at the weight of his hurtful words.

"Yoongi, you've changed. I can't believe you're saying all of this," I whispered as tears formed p inside my eyes. He's the only person I love, and yet he's accusing me-

"People change, Sora. And I've changed. I know you can't accept me the way I am now. But that's me, Sora," Yoongi said blankly. What did... he just say? Is he crazy?! I don't understand! I wanted to burst out crying from the swelling pain within my chest, but I held it in.

"So, is that why you decided to kill me?" I whispered, feeling a sharp pain stabbing my chest. A hot lump formed in my throat as I stared at him. Is it true?

"It wasn't me. It was my parents. I don't know what Taehyung said to brainwash you, but-"

"I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM! STOP IT! WAE?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?" I bellowed angrily. I'm hurt... in the span of four years with Yoongi- I've never been this upset with him. Why is he suddenly blaming Taehyung when he's the fucking problem?!

"Let's break up," Yoongi said shortly. My blood turned cold. I stood searching his eyes for explanations. But no... it was dead. Nothing... no emotions... just... blank.

"M-moh?" I gulped, feeling the wild chaos of pain in my chest. I couldn't believe the words that came out of his lips.

"Let's break up. You obviously like him. I'm so sick of this fake love," Yoongi stared at me blankly. That's it. I blanked out. I couldn't believe he said that. 

I wasn't sad anymore... somehow... I was mad at Yoongi. My love is fake to him? Is this his excuse? Using Taehyung to guilt-trip me? I'm so done with him. He could've at least told me the fucking truth even if it'll kill me!

"Fine, if that's what you insist. I'm so sorry for this fake love, Min Yoongi," I firmly locked eyes with him and turned to walk out of the room without uttering another word.