Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

F I F T E E N

"Hey." I called out to him, causing him to lift his head and look in my direction. "Did you come by car?"

"No, I was already on the street. My bicycle is on the side street" he offered me a cigarette when I approached.

"Thanks, I'll light one of mine, or I'll owe you a new pack soon."

He smiled, withdrew his hand and remained silent.

I looked into the restaurant through one of its large windows and it was empty. We remained silent until I finished smoking.

"Wanna go inside?" I asked, opening the door.

He followed me to the table in the far corner and sat beside me with his back against the wall, getting a view of the entire restaurant and the street through the windows.

"What happens if you sit with your back to the movement?" He looked at me curiously.

"What?"

"If you sit in that chair across the table, what happens?"

"What do you mean? With me?"

"Yes."

"I don't like it, I feel uncomfortable." I explained, thinking about it. I never thought anyone would have noticed.

"I noticed. You have very peculiar behaviors." His remark was accompanied by a sweet smile, as if he were secretly proud to have noticed.

"Really?"

"Yes, it's not much. But there are some things that I, who have a trained eye, can see."

"Ok... like what?"

"There's this thing about you not sitting with your back to the movement; you always stack your coins in order of size before handing them over to someone; you always wait for the train in the same place on the platform; and you always hold your breath when someone speaks very loudly near you."

He finished talking without looking at me. I think he realized, while speaking, that it was a little too much for him to have noticed and remembered all of this.

"You really noticed."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"You talked about having your eyes trained. And you talked about OCD and social phobia yesterday..." I wanted to change the focus from me to him. "Will you tell me the details of your story now?"

"Hm..." he sighed and paused before continuing. "Right. I will tell you to the best of my abilities."

"Right. Do you want to eat? I need to eat now." I stood up, but waited to know if he was going to want something too.

"Yes, ask for two of what you're having. I have no preferences or restrictions." He handed me his money.

I placed our orders, stopped at the fridge to get our drinks, and sat down next to him again.

"How did you notice the symptoms you talked about?"

"It was at the end of school. The idea of ​​moving to another city and starting something new used to scare me. It wasn't that cool anticipation anxiety. It was really a fear, I had no desire to move on, because just the thought of it would make me afraid of what could happen. And it became more and more difficult for me, for me to do simple things." He paused to assess whether I was following his story. "I was part of a rap group with some friends in Den Bosch and I started to have difficulties in performing with them. I started to think that my rhymes weren't good, to think that I didn't belong in that group and then I started to feel very insecure when going to the same places I always went to."