3

                                    

                                          
Jimin's pov: 
Y/n and I had been friends since second grade. We were really close. Her chuckles,giggles and chatters are still vivid in my memory.
I've seen her change from a lively person to a dead person. From honey to poison. Well I gotta say that the society had played a very nice and significant role in taking away her smile replacing it from tears and ultimately making her heartless.
She still wasn't as bad as she is now. She still had some amount of feelings somewhere in her heart but I swear to God they were gone when her mother died. Since then she changed a several octaves. 
The last time she expressed her feelings by crying was on her mother's funeral. And up till now I haven't seen her showing any kind of god damn emotion.
Her mother was a very good lady. A lady who can nurture the wildest animals by her love. Someone I could trust with my eyes closed. She loved me as her own son. 
But her father didn't wait even a week after her mother's death to marry another b!tch. She only taught them to know their value and worth. In short they just made them nothing just feeling less money wallets.
Every single person except Mr Han knew she was just a gold digger.
She had been hard on Jin hyung as well as Y/n,but Jin hyung was grown enough to not get bothered by her but y/n was slowly developing anger issues.
Now she just moved a little from my thigh onto the couch. I was about to walk out of the office to get her some cushions for her couch. But before I could walk out my eyes fell onto a deep sharp wound onto her forearm at the back.
I literally forgot about the cushions as I ran to grab the med gauze from the high rack that stood beside the gigantic window.
I wrapped it around her wound. She slowly moved her arm and woke up. 
"You saw that" she said moving her arm away.
I leaned forward as I ignored her and kept wrapping her partially dried half fresh wound.
Whenever she would be on her periods she tend to be a bit weak,clingy and soft. But not what you call soft. To a normal person thay would be even more idiotic right?
Author's pov:
Y/n walked out of the luxury bathroom of the 17th floor as water flowed from every piece of clothing she had on her body. The scent of soap reeking out of her. Her open long hair sticking to her face.
His dad who was passing by saw her and waved coming near her. "Y/n my fairy ah your mom is calling you for so long -go listen to her... what would she really have to say?"
Y/n scoffed "Mom!" And smirked yeah true what did she had to say to her that she was getting terrified at.
She took steps to that b!tch room at the 19th floor. 
She sat at the place she usually sat. Her eyes as wicked as always, but she didn't avoid putting that fake caring smile onto her face.
"Oh my girl came to listen mommy?" Her voice that sounded absurd to hear to y/n and her words making things worse.
Y/n nails digged in her palm as she sat in chair front of her sofa chair. She was trying to control herself from punching into her face or yelling out loud at her.
"Is namjoon a good husband?" She asked with her so called worry
"Yes" y/n said not caring and not meaning what she said.
"You see y/n I think its hard to give birth at a late age...its better to have kids in a young age" she said looking towards y/n playing her usual cards.