Jimin’s P.O.V.
“But…but… It’s not his fault…” Kana said with a devastated look.

I couldn’t help but feel jealous. What did Suga do to make Kana care about him so much? His looks? His personality?

“Hey. I can get the two of you out of trouble. Especially Suga.” I whispered to her.

Immediately I had Kana’s full attention. Her eyes lit up as she really wanted to know how to get Suga out of trouble.

I gave Kana a faint smile then said, “I can do it under one condition.”

Kana was now tugging my shirt, asking me what that condition was. I really envied Suga. But I was angry at Suga at the same time. Should I help him? Maybe if I didn’t help him and let Kana’s mother send him to jail, things would be easier between Kana and I.

“No, Jimin. Stop thinking like that. You’re disgusting. Being jealous over your own best friend. Stop it.” I thought to myself.

“What is it? If I can fulfill that requirement I will! Tell me! Please! Suga can’t get arrested!” Kana asked the second I finished my thought.

My jealousy and anger returned immediately. ‘She really loves him, huh.’

A plan had formed in my head. It could help Suga, but there will be other consequences.

“Please. I know you look at me as nothing more than an annoying person that is going to be your step-brother soon. But please, all I need you to do is just to CONSIDER to think about if you have slight feelings for me. Just a little bit of your heart is all I want.” I told Kana.

No matter how much I knew that those lines sounded cheesy, those WERE my true feelings.

Kana’s P.O.V.
I looked at Jimin and let out a nervous chuckle. “Haha. That’s your condition? …..You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I am?” Jimin asked.

I studied his face. His face was absolutely serious. And his eyes. His eyes. His coal black eyes looked straight into mine. His intense gaze made me quite uncomfortable. I looked away and answered, “Um…I think you are serious.”

“No.” Jimin said. “There is no ‘I think’. I am serious. Now change back into your original outfit. Quickly before your mother comes with the cops. Do that and go down stairs and wait. I will take care of the rest.”

I quickly did what I was told. I felt sad changing out of Suga’s clothing. It felt really comfortable compared to the tight black outfit that I changed back into.

I was about to go downstairs as Jimin had told me to, however, I suddenly remembered Suga. Was he still out from exhaustion? Did he wake up? Did Jimin inform him about what was happening?

I went back into Suga’s room just to check on him. He was still out. I was about to go over and wake Suga up and inform him about everything. But before I was able to, my mother charged into the room. She was fuming. She didn’t even notice Suga on the bed behind me. Behind my mother stood Jimin, who looked very nervous. I thought he was going to get us out of this? Did he fail in his plan?

“Kana. Did you drink something Jimin gave you?” she asked, wanting an answer as she grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the eyes.

The truth was, I didn’t. I had no idea why she would ask me that random question. But I soon realized that this was part of Jimin’s plan, whatever it was, because behind my mother Jimin gestured me to say yes by nodding his head as if his life depended on it. Under normal circumstances I would’ve been laughing my head off from the scene.

“Um…yes. Why?” I answered.

Mom immediately let go of me and spun around to face Jimin. The next second she gave Jimin a hard slap on his face.

It was either a coincidence, or my mother slapped Jimin so hard, that the sound from the impact woke Suga up. “What the hell? What’s happening?” He asked, confused.

My mother turned around. She was really pissed. And not at Suga now. She was fuming because of Jimin. My mother pointed harshly at Jimin and said, “This idiot put drugs into both of your drinks. It wasn’t your fault Suga, nor was it yours Kana darling. Jimin just admitted it when I arrived here. He said that he thought it would be fun to test out a drug he got form someone else in your drinks. This bastard. I would report him to the police and sue him if he wasn’t going to be my step-son.”

My mother glared daggers at Jimin. I could tell Suga realized that he had never drank something Jimin gave him, and something fishy was going on. Jimin realized too. While my mother was still facing Suga and me, Jimin used facial expressions and hand gestures, the same ones he used with me, to tell Suga to play along.

I soon realized what Jimin’s plan was. Since Jimin knew that my mother is blaming Suga, Jimin decided to take all the blame. My mother didn’t know Jimin well. She will easily believe Jimin was an asshole and but drugs into our drinks, which caused Suga and I to do what we did. My eyes watered and my heart ached. I wanted to run up to him and hug him for taking the blame. He could’ve stayed out of this. But instead he took all the blame. And my mother was an idiot to really believe Jimin was such a person.

Soon streams of tears flowed down both of my cheeks. My mother turned around and saw. “Oh my precious child! I’m so sorry for earlier! I misunderstood the situation! It’s not your fault. It’s his fault.” My mother said as she turned around and glared daggers at Jimin, then turned back to me. “Don’t worry. You’re ungrounded. He’s grounded. Mom is so sorry. I didn’t understand what was going on…”

I wanted to tell the truth so badly. I wanted to tell her, “No. You never misunderstood anything before. What happened was what you think happened. Jimin didn’t do anything wrong. He never did and he never will."

Then, while I wanted time alone, Jimin’s father walked into the room. “Jimin! There you are! And. Well…hello, Suga. Do you realized what you did wrong?” He growled as he approached Suga, ready to beat the shit out of him. But my mother stopped him. “Honey. No. Suga’s a good kid.”

Then she explain what she THINKS happened. Jimin’s father looked at my mother, then back at Jimin in pure disbelief.

After a while my mother was finally done explaining and complaining about how Jimin is a horrible kid. Jimin’s father, though in shock, seemed to believe it. Jimin, who was the wrongly accused one, kept stopping me every time my mother said something bad about him. Jimin would shake his head slightly and whisper, “Kana. No.”

Suga, who probably drank even more than me, was still very confused, sat there and watched everything happen as if he was home, Sunday night, watching a movie.
Though Suga was still a bit drunk, he somehow knew something wasn’t right and desperately wanted to defend Jimin. But once more, Jimin would stop him.

Just as everyone was sure that Jimin’s father would side with my mother and ground Jimin for the rest of his life, Jimin’s father stopped my mother from speaking.

“Babe. That can’t right…” He started.

My mother glared at him. “Excuse me? Jimin admitted it himself. Why are you defending him? Because he is your REAL child? Because Kana isn’t your blood daughter, you decide not to stand up for her?”

Jimin’s father shook his head.

“No. I’m saying that that’s impossible because…my sister was at the bar… and she spotted Jimin the second he entered the bar. She was keeping an eye on him. Jimin never made contact with neither Suga nor Kana. My sister didn't even know Suga and Kana were with Jimin.”

There was a dead silence.
Then my mother turned to Jimin, who was now sweating uncontrollably



“What. In. The. World. Is. Going. ON?!”

Notes