"Baek Chae young! Taehyung had an accident and he's now in the hospital!" Seok Woo shouts.
Panicking, my chest heaves as I rush to the washroom to get ready. Accidents scared me the most after what had happened to my parents. I rush out, not giving a fuck about my messy hair or my pajamas, and grab my coat.
Before opening the door, I place a palm on my chest and try regulating my agonal breathing. I shut my eyes and pray.
I get on the bus and sit next to Seok Woo with my head over his shoulder. I pick my cuticles nervously, biting my lower lip. I did all this thoughtlessly, my heart was in no mood to listen to my brain. I just had to follow my heart and here I am, sitting on the bus with my pajamas, a messy bun, and the worst part is that I forgot to wear my mask.
Hearing my soft prayers, Seok Woo moves my head and forces me to look into his eyes.
"Umm... I'm sorry but... T-Taehyung is not in the hospital, and we're sitting on the wrong bus..." Seok Woo says reluctantly.
What? I couldn't understand a word he was saying. All that mattered was Taehyung, not where he was or what he was doing. I just nod my head subconsciously and interlock my fingers with his.
Looking around, I realize that no one was looking at my ugly face. People had better things to do instead of judging others. It doesn't matter if you're good looking or not, you will still face problems, it's just that they're different.
For the first time, I didn't give a shit about how I looked. All I hoped for was him to be safe.
I get off the bus and look around. 1...2...3..... 20947 girls were squealing and jumping with a light stick. Wait, why is there a huge board with 'Olympic Stadium' written on it.
"I heard Taetae hyung was in this stadium for his concert..." Seok Woo says.
Crowd. My trauma. All the sad memories suddenly overtake my thoughts and I take the paper bag out and breathe in it. With my heart beating at an irregular pace, I breathe heavier and try to find an unoccupied place.
Seok Woo helps me through a narrow passage while my eyes were still closed, still thinking about Tae. After a couple of minutes, I could no longer hear the fans. I slowly open my eyes to check the eerie atmosphere.
Why can I see Taehyung dancing to the Korean rhyme- 'Tomato song'? And why does he look perfectly alright? And where is Seok Woo?
Checking the room, I glare at Taehyung, who was still dancing on top of the table with a super sexy outfit. His headband looks intimidating, his make-up looks smoking hot, his shirt looks good unbuttoned, and his tight pants-
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'CHAE YOUNG STFU! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MAD AT HIM!'
Clearing my unholy thoughts, I fold my hands against my chest and give him my signature what-the-fuck look. Firstly, why would he lie? Secondly, was this even his plan? Thirdly, why on earth is he dancing to a fucking tomato rhyme?
We were alone in the room so that means I can murder him and escape smoothly. Oh, I forgot my garlic and herb buttered popcorn.
"I thought you-" he cuts me with an intimidating look and I try clearing my thoughts. He takes a few steps closer and looks into my eyes. Ok, why is he so hot? The red tint on my cheeks brightens and I feel a sudden rush of hot blood.
I clearly understood that this was Seok Woo's plan to make me come to the concert and not Tae's because he was still moving his hips to the beat. So, I can't exactly be mad at him.
With great effort, I avert my gaze and try pushing him away. My hands just couldn't push his hard torso, my whole body felt weak and wobbly. He instead moves closer and smirks. Like an idiot, I choke on air, not being able to handle his hotness and he moves away with a disgusted look.
Ughh... I just had to cough so badly! I already looked like a rotten potato. I think of how to punish Seok Woo for lying to me and try not to look at Tae. Every step of his made me drool and this was the eleventh time I force myself to stop my dirty thoughts.
I explain how Seok Woo tricked me and how I'm fighting the urge to kill him. He just chuckles.
".... and you have no clue how worried I was- I mean I wasn't!" I blurt out and hope he didn't hear that.
"So, you were worried?" he asks in his deep and raspy voice.
I stammer and finally shake my head in irritation. But honestly, I was relieved. He was safe and that all I wanted. He scans me, head to toe, and bursts out laughing.
"Were you that worried that you decide to come here in your pajamas?" he asks, flashing a warm smile.
"Whatever! also, did you... like umm... receive any messages?" I ask hesitantly.
"I don't think I did... wait let me check," he stands up and walks to the table. I run after him and pull him by his belt.
Fuck. What did I just do?
Looking at my fingers hooked to his belt, he blushes and tries covering his flustered face. I pull him back to the chair and talk about his concert. I ask him why he didn't force me to come to the concert and he answers, "remember I was the one who helped you at the store that day? I know you don't like crowded places..."
Even this lunatic knows about my trauma, unlike my stupid brother who decides to drag me here.
