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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The new place Yoongi and I would be meeting up at was just a bit further than the ramen shop where we used to formally meet up. This new place was located near a busier area, crosswalks, and stop-light intersections rather than a pure empty dirt road. That seemed to take the edge off, watching as people walked passed in groups, laughing and enjoying one another's company.
I couldn't help but notice a group of girls walking past me, smiles tied to their lips as they gossiped in their native language, giggling with each other.
I didn't fight the smile that emerged above my stoic features, however, it was soon washed away by the potent feeling of isolation, and sorrow. I wished I had friends like that, where we could walk around a lively city at a late hour, telling jokes only we would understand.
I kept walking, avoiding eye contact. I had one mission tonight and only one in mind— to get any information I need from Yoongi, and give the information he needs as well.
This time, there wasn't going to be any small talk. I didn't want to laugh and giggle with him like an absurd child talking to their crush. I wanted nothing to do with Yoongi or his immoral gang. I pondered Jeongguk's piece of advice, and I tried my best to follow along. He was right. I wouldn't want anything to do with men who were involved in these sick mafias, no good would come out of it.
I feared I was too deep in. We nearly shared our first kiss just a few days ago. I found comfort in him, and I trusted him more than I should have. I was afraid it was going to be too hard for me to let go, and pretend nothing happened between the both of us. To pretend that our little kiss didn't exist, my vulnerable breakdown was nonexistent. How I used his very hand to wipe at my sinful lips.
I felt myself heavily cringe, why would I do that? Why did I think that was okay?
It was humiliating.
I wish I could say I regretted it. That I found myself regretting all of it, but I didn't. I remember myself wanting more. I nearly went in to kiss him once more, and it would have happened if it weren't for the explosion.
I still felt his hands wrapped tightly around my figure, holding me close to his body, carrying me with one arm through the remains.
The kiss on my cheek he departed me with, his warm lips pressing deeply against my fragile skin— making his unforgettable presence known.
My spine ruptured with chills that spread all along my limbs, my cheeks glowing a piping red when I thought about a man like Yoongi showing affection and sympathy. Something I never thought I would witness from him.
I checked the phone he gave me months ago, making sure I was on the right track to this new place Yoongi had sent to me over messages. I turned left on one of the streets, entering a completely different atmosphere. It was a lot quieter and closed-off, the faint sound of music mumbled throughout the empty street, and it seemed to be coming from the building where I would be meeting Yoongi.
