Pure confusion invades Areum's mind as her eyes travel up the expanse of the building before her.
Question upon question riddles her already-frazzled brain like a damn parasite.
All of this belonged to Min Yoongi?
It only felt like yesterday when the pair were sitting on his rugged carpet, playing from a pack of old cards while drinking their own body weights in cheap vodka.
Oh, how times have fucking changed.
From looking at what was being presented ahead of her, memories like those seemed even more distant than they already were.
"What the fuck . . ." She breathes out.
A shivery, weary breath.
Jimin's words hadn't done the colossal state of this building justice.
How Yoongi could've gone from sleeping on filthy mattresses on the floor of his back room to owning a fucking penthouse in the space of four years was beyond her.
It was nothing short of fucking insane and she needed answers.
"Can we help you Miss?" Two bulky security guards block Areum's vision, the stern looks on their faces and crossed over arms suggesting there's nothing they got more of a thrill out of than asserting their male dominance.
It's not like it phases Areum though.
If anything, she finds it rather amusing.
In her eyes, their ridiculously tight clothing to match their bulking muscles were simply comical.
Nothing more, nothing less.
If it wasn't for the pathetic character she was being forced into role playing, she would've knocked their beefy faces out by now.
"Chung Hana." Areum flashes the pair a fake smile, eyes refraining from rolling to the back of her head out of annoyance.
"Here for Min Yoongi's weekly house keep." Without wasting another second of time she simply didn't have, Areum hands over the I.D. card Jimin had instructed her to take.
She waves it around in between dumb and dumber before one of them snatches it from her dainty fingers.
Areum watches as one of the security guards takes it upon himself to run his beady eyes over her face and body, analysing every inch of her being as if she were a cell being examined beneath a microscope.
"You've changed."
"I got my breasts done if that's what you mean." Areum's tone is blunt yet sweet as she twirls her hair, improvising as she goes along.
When Jimin explained how easy it would be to get past the guards, he wasn't exactly telling the truth.
"I can see that." The two men begin to chuckle, causing Areum's stomach to churn with disgust.
"Am I free to go now? It's just, Mr. Min hates tardiness. . ." Areum pulls the I.D. card from the sweaty palm of the security guard before making her way between them, petite body pushing past their meaty frames.
Despite their towering builds, she didn't find them intimidating in the slightest.
She wasn't going to wait around for their lame permission or another one of their slimy comments.
After all, she had business to get down and dirty with.
The two men simply stare at her with their mediocre eyes, not that she pays another ounce of attention to either of them.
What fucking pigs, is her last thought before making her way to the lift.
Once inside, Areum presses the respectable button and in no time, the lift begins to take off.
The top floor.
How convenient, for no one will hear his cries for help.
Facing the vast mirror, Areum stares at the broken soul before her.
She was hard as nails but when it came to that name, she could crumble like a cookie in a matter of seconds.
Adrenaline begins to flow through her veins as she takes a long, deep breath.
Just remember Jimin's words, she tells herself.
'He left you there to fucking rot, baby. Didn't even come to visit you once? Chanel that anger into this mission and you'll begin to question if he was ever really the man you promised to love unconditionally.'
"You've got this, Ari." Areum stares and stares at her own reflection, not that she recognises the person looking back at her, and as much as she wanted to believe she'd be okay, she wasn't so sure anymore.
For it truly and increasingly felt as if the whole world was slowly crashing down on her.
Bit by bit.
Soon enough, the bell above the lift dings, indicating her arrival.
She gives herself one, final glance in the mirror before disappearing into the midst of her own devastation.
Areum climbs a small flight of stairs before she's face to face with her own version of doomsday.
Her lips part as she stares at the polished door in front of her.
There was now only a piece of expensive wood keeping her and Yoongi apart.
Was he truly on the other side or was this all just one big set up?
Nevertheless, she was going to test that theory.
Areum places her mask over her face before wracking her knuckles on the solid frame of the door, nervously waiting to see his face.
The face she hadn't seen in four fucking years.
Her heart drops into her stomach once the door opens and the one she was supposed to love until her last breath is revealed to her.
She felt as if she was going to faint and black out.
This wasn't right, nothing about this was.
He looked different.
The mint hair he used to sport was gone, now a shade of boring brown.
His eyes were darker and more stern but what could she expect?
He wasn't the teenage dream she used to view him as anymore.
He'd grown up, began a new life without her.
"Hana? Come on in."
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