On the Edge

Chapter I

        My burgundy combat boots strike the asphalt silently as I squeeze my way through the crowd. I can feel the stares of the people boring into my skin, and I imagine the looks of confusion on their faces. After all, it isn't every day that you see someone like me. Strange. An ankle length, olive green cloak swishes elegantly behind me, my thigh-length, firey fed hair getting tousled in the wind. I must admit, I am probably quite the sight. I continue to make my way through the clusters of bodies, cursing that fan sign event. I had overheard a group of teenage girls shrieking and giggling about it. As a matter of fact, I could still hear them.

"Oh my god, who's your bias? Mine's V, he looked so sexy with that chain in his mouth..." Oh my. Not the chain. I chuckle lightly.

"Really? Mine's Jin. Worldwide handsome!" They keep cackling.

"Unpopular opinion here, but my bias is Suga!" The girl bites her lower lip, no doubt thinking she looks hot. I roll my eyes at her comment about her opinion being unpopular. That is just rude. A backhanded compliment if I have ever seen one."He's just so... cold, and... Mysterious."

"I mean, she's got a point..." I almost want to look up what these people look like. I'm pretty much indifferent to what's trending nowadays. You probably already guessed that though. I push through the final wall of people, and pick up the pace. Around the building that I'm assuming was where the people werd going, there were almost no windows. Interesting choice, I guess... I blow my loose ringlets out of my face, and shake my head. I pull the pointed hood of my cloak over my head, sheilding my face from the wind and covering my eyes so that people can't see my face while I walk.

I'm tired.

I hear a voice from behind me, breaking through my thoughts. "Namjoon, I'm just tired. Just let me sleep after this." I turn my head and see a guy holding a cup of iced coffee and a phone up to his ear. Who the hell drinks iced coffee in the middle of the winter? I thought only I did that. The person has striking silver hair, and thin rimmed, circular glasses. He raises the cup to his lips, the ice clinking together as be does so. he lowers it, then sighs. "No, Namjo- no, I am not drinking! What kind of..." He struggles to find the right words. "What kind of person do you think I am?" There's a small pause as the person on the other end of the line responds. "Oh, don't you Min Yoongi me, I'm walking into the building right now. We still have forty-five minutes, anyway." He takes a key from his pocket and opens the door. I begin walking across the parking lot in the direction of the park when I hear a voice.

"Excuse me, miss?" I stop walking. The last time I heard somebody say that was when my friend of many years had an accident and lost her memory... She hates me now. The day I heard her say that, she stabbed me in the shoulder with a fork. My fingers move to the spot under my collarbone where the scar still lay. "Miss?" The voice is closer. In fact, it is right behind me.

"Yes?" I turn around to see the iced coffe guy. He draws in a sharp breath as I turn, and he looks at the ground. He extends his hand out in front of him, a small bag laying in his palm.

"I believe you dropped this..." Gently, I lift the sachel from his hand. I open it, and I sigh in relief seeing that it is still there. I bow softly.

"Thank you, that means a lot that you picked this up for me." He smiles at me and nods. The sides of his eyes wrinkle as he laughs, and I wonder what he would look like without a mask on. Instead, I look into his eyes. Though he smiles, his eyes glimmer with sadness. I can relate.

"It's nothing, really. I have to go." He rushes toward the door, but before he can close it, I yell to him.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you." I pause, and he raises his eyebrows. "Who the hell drinks iced coffee in January? I thought only I did that!" He laughs, and I smile. He waves to me before closing the door to the building.