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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My anxiety to meet up with Yoongi was indelible. I was constantly nervous to see him each time he set up a new date for us to meet.
This time, it was different. We talked together on the phone frequently, hearing about each others' day, and silently flirting with one another.
This is what made it difficult for me.
Facing him after saying a plethora of things whislt hiding behind a screen. I was slightly embarrassed.
And, with my previous concern with the club Yoongi had us formally meet, he changed our meeting location. I noticed it was a bit further compared to all our former meet-up locations. Typically, they were always in the middle, somewhere we could both travel to with our distance.
This time, it seemed to be further away from the hideout. It was nearly an hour's walk from my location.
I was dreading the walk there, imagining the distance I would soon have to face.
I didn't realize Yoongi would be sending Namjoon out to get me until he reminded me, sending me a message just two hours before our call time.
I was relieved that I wouldn't have to put up with such a tedious walk in an area I was completely unfamiliar with.
Namjoon even parked a few cars down, away from the house to stay inconspicuous— which I very much appreciated. I didn't want any of the guards to see me getting into a suspicious-looking all-black vehicle.
I didn't tell Jeongguk that I would be leaving this particular night. I figured he already became accustomed to this, since every single time I went out to meet Yoongi, he was already on the front porch, waiting for my arrival.
He never did ask questions, and I wondered if he ever became curious, or was ever close to asking me whom I continued to meet up with at such late hours of the night.
Yet he never did.
I decided I wouldn't question it. It was for the better. I had no excuse in mind if he were to ever ask me who I met up with every once a week.
Some boy?
How I initially met this boy I'm not quite sure.
I brushed away these thoughts as I squeezed myself through the partially opened gate, looking around to find the vehicle Yoongi described to me through our messages.
An all-black Cadillac Escalade.
I didn't know my car names, I couldn't tell the difference between a Honda and a Hyundai. I simply took a guess when I saw a cleanly waxed all-black SUV, headlights dimmed with the engine idling, waiting on me.
This has to be Namjoon. I said to myself, approaching the waiting vehicle. Not like I could check inside through the window either. The tint was so dark that I was met with my own confused expression when I peeked through.
