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wgm ep. 7

told from rise's point of view

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I don't understand why I always force myself to sit down and watch this show.

My boyfriend and my new best friend outside of Wreath are together, pretending to be a couple. Why should I torture myself?

Because I know that Yoongi would never leave me. Because I know that Risa would never try and steal Yoongi away from me.

I always count on it.

The episode starts out with the two sitting on the ground of the home.

"I told you we were going to do something with the painting!" Risa says to Yoongi.

They're given a red envelope and within it, the instructions that they were to renovate the empty space into what they had drawn the in the previous episodes.

Today, they were going to be painting the wall with a light green color and install the mirrors.

The mirrors seemed to be the boring part as the production crew edited out most of it, mainly emphasizing how Risa had a more athletic physic than Yoongi.

I frowned. Editing could be a monster to idols, making them look weaker, funnier, or meaner than they actually were. I knew Yoongi and I knew that he wasn't as weak as he seemed.

They proceeded to the other side of the wall, where Risa opened two cans of paint.

"It's a pretty color of green!" Risa says happily.

"Is there such thing as an ugly shade?" Yoongi asks, recounting the conversation they had while drawing out their plan to decorate the room.

Risa wrinkles a nose, which made her look adorable, I note with a smile. "Yes. Barf or booger green. Ew."

Yoongi laughs. "It's not nice to call someone ugly."

"I hardly think green classified as a human being," Risa responds dryly, taking a paint-roller and dipping it into the paint.

Yoongi proceeded on the other side of the wall. Music chimes in the background and the video time-lapses to them almost meeting at the center when Yoongi decided to become playful and stroke Risa's nose with a dot of paint.

Risa counters back with a streak on Yoongi's cheeks and chin. They're both laughing and uncertainty fills me yet again.

I shrug it off. No, they're doing this because they have to. I have no right to feel jealous.

Yoongi's call was still at the back of my mind. He had called me as soon as he was done filming for this episode, telling me that the fans wanted more; that he had no choice.

Anxiety is ripe at my stomach and I wonder if that was it. Swiping paint on one another's nose— was that all it was? Was that worth the phone call to remind me and warn me about what was to air?

I know that Yoongi would always overthink things. He was so sure to avoid Risa that I felt bad even when I watched through the screen. So I told him to loosen up and try to befriend her. I've gotten to know Risa and have come to learn that she is wonderful.

And that Yoongi would love her if he made the effort.

Now, they were becoming friends and it made me paranoid. I didn't want to be that girlfriend who was envious and jealous of any human being that walked in her significant other's pathway, but this was different. They were being paid to act like a couple for millions to watch.

I was selfish, I conclude. This is karma biting me back for my carelessness.

I should be focusing my attention on being an idol; all my free time on guaranteeing that my father was still alive and well.

Guilt came at the thought of my father. I should call him. Of course, I was too caught up in what my boyfriend was doing to even take action.

I glance at my phone and give a quick text to my mother, asking about my father's condition. No reply came back immediately.

I sigh, focusing back on the screen.

oh...

Yoongi couldn't reach the top of the wall so Risa, being taller, helped him. But her arms were practically wrapped around Yoongi's to be able to reach up at the corners of the wall.

I squeeze my eyes shut. This was the first show of intimacy they had. I was expecting it since day one. Since I assured Yoongi that I was going to be okay.

I glance at the locket that hung on the mantle of our living room, the one that Jin had given Miga during their time on WGM.

Though unofficial, they had definitely become something.

Maybe that was why I was so scared. I was scared of the outcome. I've talked to Risa before. Hell, she's one of my best friends now.

She's pretty, funny, athletic, smart and talented. Even I would drop myself for Risa.

That's why I'm afraid. I hadn't expected Yoongi's virtual wife to be someone I could love and somebody so flawless.

I wasn't perfect. And that was what scared me.