Run, Girl

Chapter 8: News

I unlock my apartment and let myself in. I give over to my emotions as I collapse in a heap on the couch. I cried so hard that I fell into a deep sleep, not waking for hours. When I do wake, I gather myself, preparing to do everything I can to keep this job and this new life I worked so hard for.

The following weeks drag on in an abyss of routine. Yoongi is kind enough, but his eyes don't linger, his smile never reaches his eyes when he says hello. Kim keeps pressing on me talking about what happened that night at the club, seemingly aware to the tension Yoongi and I seem to have, but doesn't push it. 

When I finally arise from my daily pity party after work one night, I checked my phone to see Kim had called me three times. I promas we' d go out  tonight and I'd fill her in on the Yoongi evening after evading the conversation for several weeks. I'm suprised she even still wants to talk about it.. Shit. What do I say to get out of this now, I wonder. Maybe we can find another area to discuss as Yoongi and I are long over.

I decide to ignore my coming doom of a conversation for now and I turn my attention to my laptop. Running a search on Mark like I normally do. It almost helps calm my mind, doing something I'm so used to doing during a fit of anxiety.  Except not this time because there's an artical. Not about Mark, but about me...

Mark reported me missing. The fucking moron is trying to find me via the law.  Damn it. I scanned the artical, naming my basic details : height, weight, eye color and more. It's all there. Plus a photo of me.

I call Kim immediately. She answers, probably thinking I'm backing out of this conversation, again. All ready and set to quiz me on that previous  evening with Yoongi over the phone, I interupt and instead I fill her in on Mark. To my amazement, she drops Yoongi immediately, determined on hearing me out. She's insistant coming over right away. I agreed. I deffinetly don't want to be alone now.

I waver back and forth on calling Yoongi, but decide against it. We are done, whatever friendly work conversations we have are strictly professonal. I bury my head in my hands and a dry sob escapes my throat. I'm so tired of crying.

Kim arrives quickly with pastries and diet cokes. She takes my tear strained face in her hands before hugging me tightly as I explain in greater detail to anyone the nature of Mark.

"So, I'm moving in?" She looks at me with concern.

"What? No, Kim. I can't ask you to do that?

"Well, my lease is up at the end of next week. I was going to re sign,  but I'd love a roommate. Plus your apartment is nicer than mine..."

I embrace Kim in a hug, comforted by her selflessness.

"Oh, but there's only one room." I worry out loud. "And it's so small..."

"Don't be silly, Soya. We'll share, I don't want you sleeping alone anyways. And plus with the extra help on the rent you could probably afford a bed now." She says half heartily.

  "You're totally right,"I say with a smile, which quickly dissapears. "You know, anyone at BigHit can see this? what of they think I'm a danger to the band? My story could be turned in by any of the staff members or..."

  "Yoongi won't let that happen." She says firmly. "look, I'm assuming you don't want to talk about it now, and that's fine, but he's a grumpy person who has a hard time finding staff that he doesn't offend or scare off. They'll keep you as long as you're willing to stay.  Trust me, I've worked with each member of the band . They'll be thrilled someone can finally tolerate his ass."

I smile grimly at her words of comfort. I open the lap top briefly to show her the artical. I get up to get my diet coke and look over to see her face drop into a worried expression.