Unwanted--BTS--Soulmate AU

Let Me Go

I watched the cold, grey city zip past me as the car I was riding in sped down the busy streets of Seoul. I nibbled on my chapped lips and tried not to think about how intimidating the HYBE building was as the car maneuvered into the parking garage.

I gripped the strap of my purse and took a deep breath to steady myself before I stepped out. The driver/bodyguard that BigHit had sent to ferry me to their offices looked at me sympathetically in the mirror before quickly averting his eyes to give me privacy. I flexed my fingers nervously before reaching for the door handle and getting out of the car.

The icy air of the parking garage needled me as I walked towards the elevator, causing me to step faster. I was bundled up in a large puffy jacket and a fuzzy beanie which also had the added benefit of disguising my features. Luckily, my identity was still secret so no one would actually know who I was if they saw me on the street but I wasn't taking any risks.

I got out of the elevator on the eighth floor and made my way to the women's bathroom, where I closed myself into a stall and sat down on the closed toilet lid to catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes shut and reminded myself why I was there and what I had to do.

Song: Something's Gotta Give by Camilla Cabello

Two days ago, I received a call from Bang PD himself, requesting a meeting with me. Apparently there was an update with the case against Mr. Cha and he wanted to speak with me about their plans going forward. I agreed to meet with him if he would also ask Yoongi to sit in with us then grant us a private room afterwards. I couldn't stomach going back to the dorm or his apartment and letting him back into my own apartment was out of the question.

I had woken up the morning after Tae's visit with renewed determination. I was fucking tired of living my life in limbo, just waiting for the next shoe to drop. So, I decided to stop putting off the necessary conversations and take control of my own future.

I left the bathroom looking cool and collected on the outside but feeling like a complete mess on the inside. As I walked towards Bang PD's office, I kept repeating the same mantra in my head over and over again:

It's going to be okay. It's going to be fine. It's all going to work out. You can do this. You have to do this.

Reaching the CEO's office, I knocked on the heavy door and then pushed it open when I heard a voice call out for me to enter. As I stepped through, my gaze flitted about the room, taking in the homey decor. It was nicely furnished but it didn't feel tacky like Mr. Cha's office did. Instead, it felt warm and comforting with its warm colors and photo frames along the walls and shelves.

As I turned my head further, my eyes instantly went to the man sitting in one of the chairs in front of a large desk.

Yoongi.

I froze as he turned to look back at me, his expression something akin to desperation. We locked eyes and stared at one another for a moment before I heard someone else clear their throat. My face flushed as I tore my eyes away from Yoongi and looked at the large man sitting behind the stately desk.

"Welcome Ms. Randall. Please, have a seat," Bang PD greeted me in English.

I blinked stupidly for a moment at the sound of my native language before mentally shaking myself and bowing to the CEO.

"Hello sir. Thank you for making time to see me," I said politely back in formal Korean.

He smiled slightly and waved a lazy hand at me. "No need for that. Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable."

I nodded and moved to sit in one of the large chairs in front of his desk. I felt Yoongi's stare burning a hole in the side of my face but I ignored him and instead focused on Bang.