방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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By this point, I had interacted with Yoongi four times.
I would think that with each interaction, I would become less and less skittish. And that the smarting sensation in my gut would diminish the more I spoke with him.
Against my better judgment, that was not at all the case. I still found myself nervously biting at my fingernails, the ends of my hair caught in my fingers whenever they weren't busy in my mouth. I was timid to go and meet him and to sneak off to go see him.
It wouldn't be the first time I snuck off, but that still didn't help ease my anxious heart as I waited for the clock to strike one thirty, giving me enough time to find my way through the streets and find the miniature ramen place he sent to me through a strange third party messaging app.
I assumed I would have a hard time staying awake, but it seemed my restless heart helped me stay awake, my heart would sink in apprehension at the simple sound of footsteps outside my bedroom, tucking myself closer into my bed sheets.
Out of fear of getting caught, I placed pillows beneath the blanket, using hair extensions I found in the bathroom to make it seem as though I was napping under the blanket. It might have been extreme.
It was extreme.
In my defense, I was completely unaware of how long this meeting would be. I was unsure how long Yoongi would keep me in that tiny shop.
I would be comforted to know that since Mikhail was gone, I wouldn't have to worry about him stepping inside my room and wishing me goodnight like he did every single night.
Once it was time, I climbed out through my window, closing it, but leaving it unlocked to give me easy access to sneak back inside. I walked down the roof with careful and quiet footing, making my way towards the tree at the very end of the house to use as my ladder to bring me down to earth.
Although the gate was to be kept locked at all times, I found that the climb was quite easy. The bodyguards would take patrols around the yard every ten minutes, so I would time it all perfectly, climbing the side of the fence when they were off busy with other things.
I could finally breathe properly when I made it over, sighing to myself in relief as I began my trip to the little ramen shop that Yoongi was no doubt already being kept waiting at.
I keep a vigilant eye out for the new area around me. Some streets were oddly busy, while some were disturbingly quiet. I would especially feel my blood pressure spike when I shared the road with inebriated men who walked the streets abreast of me.
I looked at the time on my phone.
2:03 am
I huffed, I was late.
I chewed my lower lip, turning a corner as I followed the map on my phone that directed me to this restaurant.
According to the map, it was down the very street I was walking on.
