Tear you apart (hyunjin fanfic)

twelve

It's been three days since I last spoke to Hyunjin and it was the last time he was in my house. I found out there's 12 hour time difference between us so I'm not expecting him to have some spare time for texting me. I was the one who broke the silence first.

Me
have you arrived well?

There was no answer, but I found out they arrived well because my dad already talked to Christopher in the afternoon, so I didn't have to spend another day overthinking about the worst.

Today we had to go to an art gallery opening that my dad's best friend owns. I'm not really into these big events, where I have to smile all evening and talk to old men my dad knows. I know it's really rich person problems, but it gets annoying after three bad encounters.

We arrived at the art gallery where we had to listen to all of those speeches. Finally, after 20 minutes we were able to walk around, I had a plan to leave way earlier than my father, but my plans were ruined as always.

I was alone in a small room where all over were standing stone statues on wooden stools, it was just little statues of different mystical creatures, that were all different shades of grey, they were all placed very near each other so walking around them was difficult, especially for the clumsy person like me.

When I turned around to leave a room, I accidentally hit one of them and the stone fell to the ground, I broke one of the mystical creature's limbs that ended up a couple of meters away from me.

'Fuck' - I said to myself, this was the disaster that my dad would blame me for years.

A couple of seconds after it fell I saw a man come into the room, he pretty much rushed in. When I looked up to face him, it was probably a guy in his twenties, he had a notepad and a pen in his hand. I expected it to be some kind of reporter.
His deep brown skin seemed almost glowing under the gallery lights, he had very short curly hair and neat facial hair. I must say that after looking at him I totally forgot what problem I got myself into.

"Are you alright?" he asked first.

"Yes, but please don't tell anyone, my father will literally kill me if he finds out," I whispered.

He just chuckled and helped me pick up one of the limbs.
He didn't say another word he just kept staring at me, which was at first very weird but at the same time kind of nice feeling.

"Thank you, I don't know what to do now," I whispered again, looking for some kind of help in his eyes.

He placed his notepad and pen on the wooden stool and took the statue into his hands without any other word, he continued to examine every bit of it, but after a while, he put the broken stone limb into the pocket of his jacket.

"This never happened," he said right after, took his things from the stool, and placed the statue back in place.

"We can't leave it like that," I chuckled.

"Yes we can and we will, there are no cameras here," he looked at every corner of the room to check for cameras, "let's go," he said right after and left the room, I was quietly following him.

When we left the room I was still following him until he turned around.

"My name is Carter," he smiled and put his right hand in front of him to shake mine.