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"I didn't know what to do. I thought something happened to you. I don't know how I'd be able to live if he did something to you. You don't know how glad I am to see that you're okay with no scratches or anything. I'm so sorry. This is my-"

"Don't you dare say this is your fault." I said. "You weren't the one following me with a fucking bag, were you?" He shook his head. "Then it's not your fault."

"It doesn't work that way." He sighed. "He's my dad and he tried to kill you!"

"I'm still alive, right?" I forced out a smile. He didn't look amused.

"But-"

"No more buts, Yoongi."

He looked down. "I took him back home."

"What?"

"I said I took him back home. I also double checked if there was anything or anyone in your house."

"You did that?"

"I want you to be safe, princess." He said. "Where are your parents?"

"They've been going out a lot more now." I said. "They're barely home."

"You can't stay in that big house alone."

"What do I do then? I can't stay at another person's house whenever my parents aren't home."

"You can stay here. Jimin won't mind."

"He already has you living here, Yoongi, I can't add another thing for him to deal with. I'll be fine staying alone." I really won't.

"No you won't, don't lie." He said.

"Then what am I supposed to do?!" I stood up.

"I'll be there."

"What?"

"I'll be there whenever your parents leave."

"What about your sister? You surely can't keep leaving her to come stay with me for countless nights, can you?"

"I can bring her with me." He shrugged. I stayed quiet. "I'll take that as a yes." He said.

"But-"

"You have nothing to say, don't you?"

"I don't." I mumbled. He cracked a smile and hugged me once again.

"You know," He started. "I think you forgot that there was a promise I'd teach you how to fight."

"Yes, there was." I said.

"I think it's needed in a time like this, right?"

"Yes, I need it."

"Then what are we waiting for?" He smirked.

**

"Stop! You're hurting him!" Somi yelled as she ran towards Yoongi and I.

"I'm not actually hitting him, Somi." Yoongi said, ruffling his little sister's hair.

"But he looks tired!"

"I'm okay, sweetie." I smiled at him. "I told him to not go easy on me."

"But you're small! You shouldn't dirty your hands and fight, that's the big man's job!"

"I like the way you think, Somi." I chuckled. "But I need this."

"Why?" He asked.

"I like fighting." I shrugged. Of course I couldn't tell her the truth.

"I wanna try."

"Maybe when you get older." Yoongi said. Somi just shrugged. I turned towards Yoongi and motioned for him to continue. "Try landing a hit on me." He said.

"Okay." I nodded. No matter how many times I tried, he always dodged them. "Can I kick your balls?"

"No."

"I'll take that as a yes." I got ready to kick him but he stepped backwards.

"Princess." He warned.

"Oh yeah, why do you call me princess?"

"That was random." He sat down and I sat in front of him. I mean, I did like it but I wanted to know what the reason behind it was.

"I don't know. I told you, it fits you."

"How does it fit me? I eat like a beast. I don't dress up like a fancy shmansy guy, it's always hoodies and jeans. And all that is what makes a princess a princess. Or rather a prince but you won't budge so you'd keep calling me a princess."

"I told you, I don't know. Hoseok means princess." He laughed.

"You just made that up."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

"Hey Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

I contemplated whether or not I should ask him. "Never mind."

"Tell me."

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"I hate it when people do that, man. Now it'll eat up my insides until I know what it i-"

"Who does Jimin like?" I cut him off.

Well, you could say I surprised both Yoongi and myself.

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Just pretend you didn't hear that." I got up and was ready to leave the room.

"He does like someone." I stopped. "But I don't know who." It's probably not me.

"Oh."

"Why?"

"No reason." I shrugged. I was about to leave but something happened.

He asked the question.

"Do you like Jimin?"

"No." I quickly answered.

"Princess, he's my friend and all but I suggest you don't get feelings for him. Or if you do, try to forget them."

"Why? You can't tell me who I can like."

"So you do like him?" He said. I just shrugged. "I don't want you to get hurt, princess. Please."

"No! You have no right to say that! I can like whoever the fuck I want and you can't stop me." I left and slammed the door shut. Who was he to tell me I can't like Jimin? And what did he mean by he doesn't want me to get hurt? Bullshit.

**

"Are you serious? He transferred schools?" My eyes widened.

Byun Baekhyun transferred schools.

"Is it Christmas?" Jimin asked.

"Christmas came early this year." I said, smiling.

"Yeah, I don't know why but I'm happy he left." Chanyeol said.

"Good." I said. But then I realized. "Wait, was he the only one that transferred?"

"Yes, he was." I turned around and saw Taehyung standing there.

"Hey! I thought you left with him." I smiled.

"Nah, I can finally be free now." He smirked. Taehyung was hanging out with us a lot at school now. He was a fun guy.

"Speaking of Christmas," Jungkook started. "My parents planned a vacation." He frowned. "I won't be here for Christmas."

"Where are you going?" I asked. I wanted to celebrate it with my best friend.

"London."

"Aw man," I frowned. "Well, we could always Skype, right?"

"Yeah!" He smiled again.

"Well, I hope you have fun. But not too much fun."

"I'll make sure to send pictures." He rolled his eyes, laughing.

"Good." I smiled.