Ara's/your POV
A stack of files in my arms and my heavy bag weighing down my shoulders, I slowly made my way towards the warmth of my apartment. For now, my studies seemed to be getting better and better. I guess I managed to fit it into my busy life. Sudden strong wind blew the file at the top of the stack onto the floor and I bent down to pick it up but my phone began to ring. 'Aish,' I mouthed, returning my file to its original place in the stack and digging in my bag for the source of the annoying noise, the ringtone specially chosen for my parents. 'Good evening, umma,' I tried my hardest to be a good daughter, like I did every time before my hopes are dimmed dramatically by my parents. 'How are you?' I tried to smile.

'Are you walking to the library?' my mother ignored the question. I was used to this.

'Yes I am,' I lied quickly. I continued slowly making my way to anywhere but the library, balancing my folders and phone just like my studies, Jimin and Jungkook. 

'Hmm,' I could hear my mother give a nod of approval which I just earned. 'Don't keep in touch with useless people,' she continued.

Jimin. She means Jimin. She always had something against Jimin and his parents even since childhood. Nevertheless, I continued in the usual routine. 'What do you mean?' I asked as innocently as possible.

'You very well know I mean Park Jimin,' my mother once again dimmed my hopes of being the good daughter. Though I was more than used to this, I couldn't have p