Part 1

(Narrator's POV)

"De, omma. Yes, I'll make sure to get that too. Rice too?" Ariel asked into the receiver of the phone. "Dad's coming home tonight? That means I need to grab some chicken and duck too, correct?"

The girl obediently shopped for her parents. Her mother was currently going through chemotherapy for liver cancer, therefore couldn't get out of the house much. Her father, on the other hand, did international trade, causing him to be overseas many months out of the year. So, often the 16 year old found herself grocery shopping on her own.

She pushed the cart into the refrigerated section where all the fresh meat and the butcher was.

"May I help you?" a man hovering over the butcher's counter asked as she walked up to it.

"Um, yes. May I have three pounds of chicken and one pound of duck?" she asked the man.

The man nodded. "Of course. Your Korean is very good, by the way. I hear no accent,” he added at the end.

The girl thanked him and rolled her eyes when he walked away to grab the poultry.

This was a comment she often got. Her skin color was a common reminder, telling her that she was adopted and considered an outcast sometimes, even if she was a Korean citizen and had Korean parents.

Her dad was overseas in Houston, Texas when he met Ariel's biological mother. The girl was sixteen and the daughter of the CEO of the firm he was trading with. The daughter and the CEO took him to dinner one night and one of them, he can't remember which, asked if he had any children, to which he replied, "No, we can't have children." The daughter was ecstatic and asked the man if he wanted a child, which naturally he replied yes. That was when she told him that she was pregnant and was trying to find a family for her baby.

So that was how they came to adopting Ariel. A teenage girl made the right decision to give up her child...

But this left Ariel in Korea with her little identity crisis.

"Here's your meat, ma'am," the butcher said, handing her two heavy sheaths of butcher paper with poultry wrapped on the inside.

"That much meat could feed us for a month," she heard a familiar voice say over her shoulder.

She turned around and saw Suga standing there, a full shopping cart in hand, flashing his beautiful smile at her.

"Oppa, what a coincidence," she said with a smile, placing the meat in her cart.

"Yeah, it seems like we can't get enough of each other," he chuckled, a slight, but unnoticeable, blush forming on his cheeks.

"And what are you talking about? That food can feed my family for a month," she chuckled, motioning to his loaded shopping cart.

"I was kidding..." he awkwardly said.

"Oh, I thought you were serious..."

"Nope," he said with a smile. “ You don’t take sarcasm well, do you?”

She shrugged. “I can dish loads of sarcasm out to everyone, but the second it is spoon fed to me, I’m completely oblivious.”

“I noticed,” he said, still showing off that to-good-to-be-true smile.

She awkwardly stood there. "D-Do you want to shop together?" she finally asked.

"I'd love to," he said. "Shall we?”

The two shopped together, conversations easily flowing off of one another’s tongues. Everything just seemed so easy to them, almost too easy.

When they were done, Suga awkwardly scratched the back of his head as they made their way out of the store.

“Is something the matter?” she asked him.

He awkwardly laughed, still scratching his head.

“Why does your head itch so much?”

He laughed more. Is she serious right now? “It doesn’t itch… I was going to ask you something, but I decided against it.”

The girl tried flashing her best nonexistent ageyo. “Please ask it…”

He found himself blushing up a storm and turned away. “I can’t ask it…”

“Why not?”

“Because I promised myself that I wouldn’t…”

She sighed, giving up on the ageyo. “Alright then,” she mumbled. “I enjoyed shopping today, it was fun.”

He smiled. “It was fun. Let me give you a ride back to your house, okay?”

The girl felt her face heat up. “I couldn’t impose on you… You live in the opposite direction than I do.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind. I don’t want you walking back to your house with all those bags. It’s not safe and it’ll be screaming for you to get mugged.”

She sighed and gave him a defeated smile. “Alright, how could I say no to you anyhow?” she said, walking with him to his car.

“I don’t know, how could you say no?”

“Can I help you with your bags?” Suga asked her hesitantly when they pulled up to her house.

She shook her head, “You’ve done enough.”

He smiled, disappointed, and let her grab her bags out of the car and walk up the steps without help as she wished. As the girl reached the top step of her porch, she lost footing and fell back onto the concrete, hitting her head with a loud thud.

“Ariel!” Suga screamed, jumping out of the car and running over to her. “Are you alright?”

She held her hand to her head as she sat up, her world spinning out of control. “I’m fine, just a little dizzy.”

He gently grabbed the back of her head and helped her sit up. “Let me take you inside.”

“I said I’m fine,” she said, pushing him away, only to begin falling back down.

He quickly caught her and held her in place, his heart throbbing uncontrollably. “Let me take you inside,” he insisted.

She sighed and reluctantly agreed, leaving the grocery bags on the ground behind her, and grabbing her purse, reaching for her keys.

He helped her stand up and walked her back up the steps, then allowed her to unlock the door and into the house.

“Mother, I’m home!” Ariel yelled, instantly regretting creating the loud noises that made repercussions in her head. She pulled her hand up to her head and winced in pain.

Suga took a good look at the inside of her house. It was that of a grandmothers or grandfathers: there was a sitting area with a few arm chairs and one solitary three with three cushions on it. There was a small, rather ancient, television in the corner next to the fire place. On the fire place was a mantle with pictures stacked upon one another, some with Ariel, some without. Next to the living room, was a small breakfast table with an equally small and cramped kitchen. It was a tiny house, but it was cute and homey.

He led her over to the longer of the couches and instructed her to lay down, helping her rest her head slowly against the arm of the couch.

“Ariel, I’m so glad you’re home. Could you—” the old woman began, stopping when she noticed the boy standing in her living room, with his shoes still on.

The woman glanced down at his feet and he could see her cringe.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” he said, darting back toward the door. “I didn’t think about taking them off because I was too busy trying to get Ariel to lay down.”

The woman ignored his excuses. “Ariel, who is this?”

“He’s just a friend, Mother. I just fell outside and hit my head and she helped me inside,” she mumbled. “That’s all.”

Suga couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when she emphasized the fact that he was only a friend.

“I see, what’s your name?” she asked him.

He stepped back into the house, his shoes off this time, and walked up to her mother, bowing deeply. “My name is Min Yoongi,” he said, not thinking that Suga was exactly an appropriate name to introduce himself to an ahjumma with.

“Thank you for helping my daughter get inside. You may leave now,” she told him firmly.

“Mom, let him stay for dinner at least,” the girl pleaded.

“Ah, it’s okay Ariel. I have to go get the food back to the dorm before it soils,” he told her, glad that she was at least trying to get him to stay.

She pouted. “Then come back after word. I’m making dinner anyway, I should get a say in who gets to eat dinner with us and who doesn’t,” she said with a smile, looking at her mother who rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, he can stay. I don’t know why I spoil you so much, child,” the woman said to her daughter as she left the room, not even seeing if her daughter’s head was okay.

Ariel grinned at Suga in approval. “See, you have to have dinner with us now.”

“What am I going to tell the other guys?”

“Just tell them that your parents wanted you over tonight,” she shrugged.

He sighed, but couldn’t help plaster a smile on his face. “Alright. I’ll go grab your groceries from outside and then rush back here, okay?”

The girl smiled with a slight dizzying nod.

Suga pounded on the door thirty minutes later to no response from the inside of the house.

“Aish, where is that girl?” he asked, getting more and more discouraged as he continued to knock.

He heard a loud crash and his heart stopped, jiggling the door knob that happened to be opened, to his relief. He let himself in the house and found her collapsed on the floor in the kitchen, holding her head, as dishes were broken on the ground around her.

“Ariel,” he asked, trying his hardest to keep his voice calm so she wouldn’t panic, “may I come in and help you up?”

She tried her hardest to nod but retreated to a soft ‘yes’ instead.

He walked in the house, making sure to take off his shoes, and tiptoed around the broken glass, helping the girl onto her feet and leading her to the breakfast table to sit down.

“I think you have a concussion.”

“No .”

“You should probably go to the hospital…”

“What, so they can tell me that I can’t dance for like five weeks or something like that and to take it easy?” she asked bitterly.

It was obvious to him that she had already thought through what she would be restricted to do while she had the concussion.

He sighed, knowing she was too stubborn to give into him. “I’m going to pick up the glass, then help you with dinner, if that’s alright,” he said cautiously.

“That’s alright,” she said, holding her head and closing her eyes as she leaned on the table.

“Why hasn’t your mother come out to see if you’re alright?” he asked her as he was finishing the dishes.

“Because she can’t move fast and since she heard your voice, she probably realizes that everything is alright,” she said, her eyes still closed.

He nodded. “I see…”

“Can you hurry please? My dad is coming home tonight and I want everything to be perfect when he arrives.”

Suga smiled at her when he saw her eyes flicker open and make the request. “Of course; however, I don’t know how to cook…”

She smiled at him lightly, her inner un-proclaimed fangirl heart throbbing uncontrollably. “I’ll walk you through it…”

Sorry for the short chapter everybody, I was going to continue with their dinner, but I just want to take a nap right now... I've been having a pretty ty day and just want to sleep it all away.

So yeah, I'll update again, hopefully tomorrow. I have a party to go to tonight, so I won't be even thinking about the other half of this update.

See 'ya soon!!!

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