After what felt like an eternity, the train finally pulled into the station at their destination.YN could barely contain her excitement as they disembarked and made their way to the hotel that had been booked by the college for the trip.
Once they reached the hotel, the professors began to allocate rooms. YN shared a room with Bora, while Jungkook and another friend were placed next door. After quickly settling in, they all freshened up before heading down for dinner.
The dining area was buzzing with energy, filled with the tantalizing aroma of delicious food.
After dinner, YN slipped away to her room for a moment of solitude. As she plopped onto her bed, her phone buzzed with a message.
It was from Scribbler.
Scribbler:How's your day so far, Doll?
YN couldn't help but smile, feeling a flutter of excitement.
YN:It's so good! I liked it!
Moments later, her phone buzzed again.
Scribbler:Did my competitor come to the trip?
YN:Who?
Scribbler:You know... that guy you mentioned before. The one who always seems to be all about his studies and then suddenly turns all charming?
YN couldn't help but laugh a little.
YN:Oh, you mean the one with the smirk?
She typed the description, curious about how Scribbler would react.
Scribbler:Aha! I knew it! So, he's on this trip, huh? Are you prepared for some intense competition?
YN felt a mix of amusement and dread.
YN:Oh, I think I can handle it! He's just... a bit unpredictable.
Scribbler:Unpredictable, huh? You mean like a wild card?
YN:Kind of! What are you up to?
Scribbler:I came out for a walk!
YN:Really? I was also thinking of going for a walk!
Scribbler:With your crush? Or with virtual me?
YN:Alone! (she replied teasingly)
With a smile still lingering on her lips, YN stepped out of the hotel, inhaling the cool night air. The pathway was dimly lit, and she enjoyed the quiet, peaceful surroundings. But as she walked, she started to hear faint footsteps behind her. She turned around, but no one was there. She shrugged it off, dismissing it as her imagination.
However, the footsteps grew louder, echoing her own heartbeat. A wave of unease washed over her.
YN: "Anyone out there?"
Silence answered her, thickening the tension in the air. Just as she was about to convince herself it was nothing, the sound approached again, this time more insistent. Panic bubbled up inside her, and she began to run back toward the hotel.
Suddenly, a firm hand caught her wrist from behind.
YN: "Ahhh!" she screamed, spinning around to see who had grabbed her.
Her heart raced as she faced Jimin, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.
Jimin: "Gotcha!"
In a burst of adrenaline and surprise, YN began to yell, hitting him with her small fists in a mix of shock and indignation.
YN: "What is wrong with you? You scared me half to death!"
Jimin laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jimin: "I was just having a little fun! You should've seen your face!"
YN: "Fun? You call scaring me to death fun?"
Jimin's grin only widened as he stepped a little closer, his presence almost electrifying. "Admit it, you liked the thrill."
YN narrowed her eyes, though her heart still thumped erratically in her chest. "No way! You're impossible."
Jimin: chuckled, "Look, I'll make it up to you for scaring you."
He reached out, his voice softening slightly, as his fingers gently touched her arm.
Jimin: "How about a walk? I promise I'll behave this time."
YN crossed her arms, determined not to give in so easily. "No thanks, I'd rather walk alone."
With that, she turned on her heel to walk away, but just as she did, she heard footsteps again, faint but distinct. This time, the unease returned, prickling at her senses.
She froze for a moment, then quickly ran back to Jimin, instinctively grabbing his hand and hiding behind him, her heart racing in genuine fear now.
Jimin couldn't help but smile, looking down at her with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Jimin: "Is this just an excuse to get closer to me?" His tone was playful.
YN's eyes widened, and she quickly let go of his hand,"No! Stop it. I was just... never mind."
Jimin bent down slightly to her height, their faces now mere inches apart. His gaze was intense yet playful, making YN's breath hitch.
Jimin: "Admit it, you don't mind being close." He smiled, his voice low and teasing as he gently took her hand from behind her back, holding her wrist in his.
YN's face flushed bright red, but she didn't pull away this time. As they began to walk, she found herself glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
YN: (nervously) "Where are we going?"
Jimin: "For a walk, Doll," he whispered doll.
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