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38: OSAKA

- T H I R T Y  E I G H T -

July 04, 2020
Saturday

📍Osaka, Japan

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Choi June

I didn't even have a plan.

I was jumping into this entire thing blind, which I understood was extremely stupid, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what I would do the minute I got there, or what I would say, or how I would go about things.

Milo might even be expecting me and this is all some elaborate trap.

I hadn't slept well in hours. I've been fighting exhaustion and hunger for so long, I was afraid I might faint before I could even make it to the warehouse. People never tell you about how hard it is to do something as simple as sleep when you go through something so maddening, but it is. The minute I close my eyes, I see Hoseok. I see Bomi. I even see Yoongi.

The image of all three hurt me in different ways, but each take a part of my soul regardless. While I want to rid of their faces in my head, just for a little bit of peace, I don't know who I would be without them.

This entire thing has spun out of control—my life, that is. I always felt like I had at least some sort of control of my life before coming on this tour. Even though I wasn't happy about the treatment my boss had given me, I had loved the work and the clients. I chose the stay there, doing the same thing every day and coming home to the same people. Now, my life had spiraled completely in only a matter of months. I had no idea how I was supposed to continue holding myself up throughout all of it.

Because the truth is, I could pretend to know what I'm doing or that I'm not scared, but just like that girl standing on that rooftop, I'm still fragile.

"Will you please stop pacing? You're creating a draft and it's already so cold in here."

I freeze, nearly toppling over my own feet. Sam, the guard I'd found at Bomi's hideout, is rubbing his temples in the seat beside me. He looked almost deprived of sleep as I was. His blonde hair was disheveled in his fingertips, posture slouched and tired. From the very moment I discovered him tied up, he's been nothing but a pain, but I needed him if I wanted to find Bomi, and it turned out that doing this alone wasn't all that I had anticipated.

I force myself to sit in the seat across from him and glance out the window. The clouds were a little grey today, like the world somehow knew this day wasn't going to be a pretty one.

From the corner of my eye, I can sense that Sam is staring at me now. No longer rubbing his temples and no longer looking agitated by my constant worrying.

"When's the last time you ate?" He asks. "You look a little pale."

I don't remember. Probably back in London with Yoongi. "Where did you say the Osaka warehouse was again?"

Sam looks at me strangely, but he answers regardless. If Taehyung had trusted Sam enough to watch over Bomi, something told me I could trust him to help assist me in giving me information. Granted, he wasn't the best guard because he'd been, well, tied up when I found him, but I'm sure he had other great qualities.

"There's two warehouses in Osaka. Warehouse 12 and 13. The one Milo's at is 12, in the mountains. Don't worry, girl. I'll take you there, though I don't know why you'd even want to go. You'd just be walking into your funeral. Assuming Big Milo would even grant you a ceremony."