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"YAH! WAKE UP!" Someone yelled while banging on my door right in the goddamn morning. UGH! WHY ARE THEY SO NOISY!

"WAIT!" I shouted before pulling on my robe. I brushed back my hair in annoyance and stumbled towards the door when the person wouldn't stop banging it.

"WHAT!?" I snapped at Jungkook in annoyance.

"TROUBLE! Living room!" Jungkook snapped, nodding towards his side of the mansion. Suddenly, my sleepy eyes grew wide open in fear. Trouble? What trouble???

"What's going on???" Taehyung asked in confusion as he poked his head out of his room to look at us. All three of us were in our night robes.

"I don't know! Stop asking!" Jungkook shrugged and led the way in a hurry.

"Oh! Anneonghaseyo!" I bowed at Mr. Kim, Mrs. Kim, Mr. Jeon, and Mrs. Jeon who were seated in the living room. They must've returned-

"KIM TAEHYUNG!" Mr. Kim shouted angrily, it was so loud I stopped breathing in panic. Oh shit.

"N-n-neh?" Taehyung stuttered unsurely... approaching his father.

"I was away for only a few days AND YOU WENT AROUND SHOOTING PEOPLE?! HOW CAN YOU BE SO FOOLISH?!" Mr. Kim scolded Taehyung in extreme anger. Oh shit. Oh shit. They found out. Oh shit.

"I'm sorry. You have to listen-"

"LISTEN TO WHAT?! VIDEOS OF YOU ARMED WITH A GUN IN A GODDAMN UNIVERSITY ARE CIRCULATING THE MEDIA!" Mr. Kim snaps, angrily hurling his newspaper at his son, so Taehyung steps back at his father's outburst.

"There's security footage of you hurting a student there," Mr. Jeon rubbed his forehead in disappointment. Taehyung turns to look at me with his fist clenched. I darted him an apologetic look.

"IS THIS HOW I RAISE YOU? BULLYING THE AVERAGE?! I TOLD YOU TO NEVER MEDDLE WITH THE ORDINARY PEOPLE!" Mr. Kim shouted at Taehyung.

"I'm sorry, father," Taehyung apologized quietly with his head hung low. This is all because of me, stupid!

"Actually, Taehyung did that because Sora was being bullied," Jungkook defended his cousin, surprising both Taehyung and I. Did he just call me by my name? Why is he defending us?

"Sora-shi, you were bullied? Again?" Mrs. Kim gasped in shock.

"I-I... neh..." I nodded with my eyes trained on the floor. What do I do? Appa and Eomma are going to be disappointed in me. I keep on causing trouble!

"Still, we could have appropriately resolved the conflict! He can't just go around hurting people!" Mr. Kim snapped and glared at Taehyung once again. I couldn't see Taehyung's face clearly because it was hidden under his messy hair. I feel so terrible.

"Ani! Her wound is serious! She has it all over her body! Look!" Jungkook grabbed both my arms to expose the bruises.

"Omo! My poor Sora!" Mrs. Kim ran up to me in terror when she saw the wounds on my arms.

"How long have you been hiding it?" Mr. Jeon questioned in disbelief at the sight of my bruises. Mr. Jeon seemed concerned but disappointed at the same time.

"A-almost a month," I admitted nervously. I didn't want to burden them with my problems! I know they're busy people!

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Mrs. Kim grimaced while examining the wounds on my arms.

"I told you she's not safe there," Taehyung spoke in a low voice. I turned to look at Taehyung apologetically but he reassured me with a warm smile.

"Minhyuk-ah! We should do something! Sora is hurt!" Mrs. Kim turned to look at Mr. Jeon anxiously. He darted Mrs. Kim a brief glance before turning back to me.

"Taehyung can't be blamed for this," Mr. Jeon exhaled, turning to look at Mr. Kim.

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Kim stood fixedly glaring at his son.

"I'll explain it to you later," Mrs. Kim exchanged weird looks with Mr. Jeon before turning to her son and gave Taehyung a comforting pat on the back.

"Go on, you can leave now. This is a misunderstanding. It's not your fault," Mrs. Kim nodded, slightly nudging her son.

"Huh?" Taehyung stared at his mother in confusion. What's going on???

"Take Sora to the hospital, and get your head checked! I saw what Kim Seokjin did to you on the security footage! We'll take care of this," Mrs. Kim patted Taehyung's hand.

"This is weird," Taehyung muttered as we walked back to our room.

"They seem... frightened," Jungkook muttered, turning to look at Taehyung.

"Yeah, I saw the dread on their faces too," Taehyung scratched his head.

"Anyways, get dressed, we'll visit the hospital," Taehyung turned to look at me.

"Oh, okay," I nodded and walked into my room to prepare myself.

A moment later.

"Sora! Don't come to see me today!" Yoongi warned in a hoarse tone when I called him.

"Wae?? What happened?" I asked through the phone. His tone sounds rough... What's the matter with him?

"I caught a cold. I don't want to infect you," Yoongi suddenly sneezed through the line.

"I'll be there!" I stated, hanging up on him before he could even reply to me. How can he expect me to leave him like that? He needs to see the doctor.

"Can you stop by this address? " I asked as Taehyung sped down the highway.

"Oh, sure. Why?" Taehyung glanced at me unsurely.

"My boyfriend is sick. We'll go to the hospital together," I smiled at Taehyung.

"Ah... I see..." Taehyung nodded while tapping his steering wheel.

"He's visiting Seoul?" Taehyung turns to ask me again. I nodded and smiled so Taehyung turned away again.

"He moved here two days ago. He's attending a music academy," I smiled at Taehyung.

"Huh... I see," Taehyung turned away again as he softly tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingers.

"Wait here," I hopped off the car when we came to a halt. I rushed into the building and ran up to Yoongi's apartment.

"Yoongi!" I called, knocking rapidly on his door. I will not leave him alone!

"Sora~!" Yoongi whined. He opened the door while covering his nose.

"Come on! We're going to the hospital!" I insisted and grabbed Yoongi's arm.

"Ani! I'm fine!" Yoongi sniffled before letting out a heavy sneeze. ACHEW.

"Really? You call that fine?" I stared at his bright red nose. It must be the city dust- He's not used to the city's environment.

"Put this on!" I pulled his jacket over him and zipped it up to his chin.

"Sora! You'll catch a cold too!" Yoongi pouted at me when I kept on interacting with him. I don't care! If he's sick then I'll take care of him!

"I don't mind. I love you- now shh," I smiled, pulling a protective mask over his face and gave him a peck over the protective fabric.

"You just warmed my heart," Yoongi leaned against his door with his hand over his heart.

"Lock your door! Come on," I grinned at him. I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the stairs.

"Oh?" Yoongi stops dead when he noticed Taehyung's car.

"What? Come on. He's taking us there," I turned to look at Taehyung as he waited for us inside his car.

"Whoah," Yoongi gasped as he entered the car. I didn't get into the passenger seat with Taehyung and slid into the back seat with Yoongi instead.

"Do people dress like that in Busan?" Taehyung turned to look at Yoongi with a mocking smirk.

"Even if I turn 90 years old- I won't be able to afford this car," Yoongi muttered while gazing around the interior in awe. Yoongi was too stunned to even hear Taehyung.

"You never know, one day you own a three-dollar chain, and the next day you might own a 3 million dollars apartment as if it's nothing," Taehyung chuckles as he starts to drive.

"WHOAH! SLOW DOWN!" Yoongi gasped at Taehyung's reckless driving habits. Yoongi snapped his head towards me in shock.

"Why? You're scared?" Taehyung chuckled and glanced at Yoongi through the rear mirror.

"UH YEAH, OF COURSE, I AM! LIFE IS PRECIOUS! SORA HOW CAN YOU LET HIM DRIVE?!" Yoongi yelled while holding onto my hand in fear.

"It's okay," I hugged Yoongi as his face grew paler by the second. He tensed his body and leaned back against the back seat in difficulty.

"AHHH! AHHH! YOU'RE INSANE! THIS IS ILLEGAL!" Yoongi screamed and held on to me in shock. Why is he so cute?

"I think my life was shortened by ten years," Yoongi gasped, stumbling out of the car when we arrived at the hospital.

"I'll wait inside," Taehyung fired Yoongi a bitter look and walked off.

"My heart..." Yoongi cutely bent down to rub his chest.

"Come on. Let's head inside," I chuckled, helping him up as he breathed heavily.

"How can you go around with him? Are you insane? He's way too reckless," Yoongi whined and turned to fire me a disappointed look.

"I got used to it," I smiled at him.

"Aish, I'm worried! " Yoongi groaned as we entered the hospital.

"I already talked with the front desk. You two can go in for the checkup. I'll be at my section," Taehyung walked toward us with one of his hands in the pocket of his skinny jeans.

"Thank you," I nodded and helped Yoongi to our seat but before we sat down- Yoongi was called in for a checkup.

"Wait, the hell? What about these people?" Yoongi turned to look at the rows of patients who were there before us in confusion.

"Min Yoongi?" The nurse called again.

"Just go in..." I slightly nudged him. Still confused, Yoongi made his way into the checkup room. I was called after Yoongi and all I got was supplementary cream to apply on my bruises while Yoongi got meds for his cold.

"I'm confused," Yoongi shot me a baffled expression. He's too pure...

"Alphas, they get to go first," I smiled at Yoongi. Obviously, Taehyung made sure all of us got treated first. He doesn't like to wait.

"That's unfair though." Yoongi scratched his head in guilt and turned to stare at the other patients.

"There's no such thing as unfairness in the alpha's world," I shook my head. Yoongi nodded quietly when a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes.

"What's wrong? Did something happen at home? Again?" I asked, anxiously squeezing his hands. I know that look on his face, it always has something to do with his parents.

"They're taking a huge risk again," Yoongi sighed in difficulty.

"Again? What happened this time? I hope... they won't get scammed again," I sighed when I remembered the time his parent invested in this small business only to get scammed.

"I hope so too. But this time they're risking everything, even our house in Busan," He sighed while playing with my hands.

"What? Even-"

"Yeah, they bought this old run-down building in Seoul to start up whatever they were planning to launch. They never learn from their mistake," Yoongi shook his head in frustration.

"It's fine. Let's hope they'll do well okay?" I smiled and sideway hugged him. Yoongi has been through a lot in the past years. Always stuck in a financial crisis because of the unfortunate risk his parents participated in.

Taehyung's POV

I can't comprehend the odd sensation whenever I see Sora. Is it love? Ani, it can't be this quick? I got so mad when I found out she was being bullied by those worthless averages. Taehyung, she's only a family to you. And you'll do anything to protect your people, so don't fuck it up again. The moments when she fell on me on my bed or when I accidentally pressed her against the fridge kept on replaying in my head... over and over again. I couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard I tried. What's the matter with me???

"Yah!" Sora boyfriend's waved at me, causing me to snap out of my thought. Is she into cute guys? He's definitely cute and charming, don't get me wrong. I'm not gay or anything. He's like one of the good and pure guys you know? I'm glad she chose the good ones for herself.

"Huh? Oh, where's Sora?" I asked, searching the lobby for her but she was nowhere to be found.

"She went to the bathroom, will be back in a bit," Yoongi shrugged with an awkward expression.

"You're lucky," I muttered without thinking.

"What?" He asked, turning to look at me in confusion.

"Nothing," I glanced away and cleared my throat. He's so naive he won't even survive in the alpha world for a day.

"Anyways, I wanted to thank you," Yoongi turned to look at me with a thankful expression.

"For what?" I questioned. What is he talking about?

"For being there for Sora when I wasn't," Yoongi shrugged.

"Okay…? No problem," I nodded awkwardly. Weird, how do I hold a conversation with a guy?

"BUT, you shouldn't use your privileges against the average!" He snapped at me. Did he just raise his voice at me... aish...

"What did you say?" I asked, turning to look at him in annoyance.

"Just look at all these people! They were waiting for their turn! It's unfair you know? You shouldn't just cut the line and get yourself treated first just because you can!" Yoongi nodded at the averages. Wow, is he that ungrateful? Does he think I have plenty of time to waste? I'm not gonna sit around waiting when I have more important matters to attend to.

"Huh... so you're telling me you want to sit and wait for five hours? This is Seoul, not Busan. If you want to be a good person then you can do that. I will not stop you. But don't tell me what to do- I do things my way," I smirked at Yoongi. He's one of the kind-hearted people huh? You shouldn't be kind to people, it's useless. You'll end up getting hurt because they'll only take advantage of you.

"Well, I mean-"

"YAH! STOP IT!" A familiar voice screamed from behind me.

"Sora!" Yoongi gasped, pushing past me and rushed towards Sora. I turned to find her frightened-looking eyes and pale expression... there was a hint of tears in her eyes. 

What's the matter?