Unhinged (M.YG x reader)

- 21 -

You had never understood the meaning behind the expression 'hit by a ton of bricks' until that very moment. Actually maybe it was more like 'being hit by a train'? It didn't matter.

Everything around you became a blur. Everything but you and him. It was as if you had been magically transported in another dimension. As if the air had been sucked completely out of the room, and you couldn't even hear anything, much less think straight. Time had virtually come to a stop after seeing him walk in, just behind the cause of the puzzle that had taken over your mind in the last half hour.

Yoongi.

The weight of five years suddenly seem to come rushing over you, as if your life was flashing in front of your eyes. Sometimes it felt like eons ago, sometimes it felt like yesterday. Regardless, it had been five years since he had vanished from your life, almost to the point where you started wondering if he had simply been a figment of your imagination.

Yoongi.

You hadn't heard from or seen him since that fight, the last day of your 'captivity'. You hadn't seen anyone connected to him since actually, not even your father which, you assumed was still alive.

He had simply left you the means to start a new life without him interfering in any way. It had been strange and oddly difficult to accept at first. A bank account and its stamp, along with your official papers was all you had received from Jimin after he had dropped you at an hotel. You didn't even remember anything that had been said after, because it was so sudden.

You had eventually withdrawn the money he had left, which was an incomparable sum,and had used it to get a new place, resume school, resume life. You had been weary at first, always making sure transactions could not be traced. You had felt this was some sort of twisted joke that was being played on you, it wouldn't have been the first one.

And yet, as weeks and months passed, you had grown to understand that he had truly given you your life back, like you had asked. You had stopped dwelling on it and moved on, but you had never forgotten him. No one could forget him.

Yoongi.

The person whose name alone brought a formidable range of emotions from fear to longing, whose voice could probably render you entirely harmless in an instant, whose face you knew so well you could still see him perfectly in your dreams, whose presence would always overwhelm you and still did. In the brief glimpse you saw as your eyes met, you noticed that he looked a bit older, a bit wiser, and somewhat vulnerable, a very rare sight.

Why was he here? Why did he look like he wanted to be anywhere else? Why was he avoiding your eyes, something he had never done? Why did he look so tired? Why was he with Kim Namjoon, in front if you, for an IP case?

The last thought finally brought you back in the present time, having had an out of body experience where time had virtually frozen for the span of a little less than ten seconds. If Kim Namjoon had been sent to throw you off you game, Min Yoongi was there to take you out if it completely.

You don't know if you spoke coherently when you motioned for them to sit down. You don't know if you did motion to sit down, or even said anything at all. You simply knew you had taken a seat, your legs unable to hold you steady, and so had they.

You turned to your client, trying to see if this situation made more sense to her than you. She seemed to be equally frozen, but it was hard to tell why. She did seem to recognize him somehow. It was Mr. Kim who broke the ice and took control over the situation.

"A pleasure again. Now let us not waste time here and we will simply give our request. We do not care about monetary compensation. We want Dr. Choi to stop printing the story and recover all books from stores, and the ones that were sold. We do not care how it is done, make sure every single copy is destroyed."