PROLOGUE WE’RE NOT MADE FOR EACH OTHER How did we get here? Again? I just wanted to go to bed. I had the most obnoxious day of my...

CHAPTER 4 In the brief flicker of time before I’m back in the ballroom, I dream of Maeri. I’m six years old, sitting on a stool at one of...

CHAPTER 1 Jimin won’t stop staring. I’m not sure if he’s been glaring like this at every person Prince Yoongi whisks across the ballroom...