fear｜ kth

『three;』

2:42PM;
"we're there."

"what is this?"

"it's a skyscraper, or are you blind now too?"

"i know, but what is it doing?"

"it's for everything, there's an architecture center in stages seven to twelve, a commercially based center on stages sixteen 'til eighteen, and also a lot of other stuff. we're on the stages two to six, for management."

they went in and taehyung already saw very chic clothed women and men in suits, he definitely stood out, and it was scaring him. he looked around and saw more than a hand full of people staring at him; probably because of his clothes. panic spread in him, his eyes got faster and faster, he didn't look at each person individually anymore, his eyes had more of a circling, confused movement now, but suddenly; he found a certain person. 
the same girl from near the bus station from this morning. she stared at him, too, he knew she sensed something. he couldn't hold it in anymore, one deep, shuddering breath and he just couldn't do it. he ran into the restrooms, in his state, he really didn't care which toilet it was.

he was opening the door of a stall, sitting down, with his arms hugging his knees, tight, on the top of the closed toilet; he was shivering, just like his breath. the stall walls appeared to move closer, but he couldn't go out, of course he didn't want to get more stares, than he already had earned.
he broke; tears started streaming down his face and his breathing got more uneven and quicker, he took his hands to his face and tried to calm himself down. 「it will be okay, it will be okay;」 thats what he told himself, over and over, he knew deep in his heart that no, it won't be okay, but for the moment, he needed to lie to himself. probably just that, made it even worse.
he was caught in his own lie. the toilet door opened, taehyung quickly tried to catch his breath and tried to be as quiet as possible.

"hello?"; it was the girl.
"hello?", she asked again, this time louder and with a safer tone.

taehyung couldn't hold his breath anymore, he at least tried to breathe normally; he still needed to sob despite the silence he wanted to keep.
his breath just ensured her that he was there. she came nearer; she was now almost in front of the stall he was in.

"everyone's outside wondering, they saw you storming into the women's toilets", he heard her sitting down; "it's just a matter of time another woman comes in here, yelling; you're probably having a reason to be here, locked in a stall, but you need to get out soon, you can't hide in here forever."

"i can't get out", taehyung now replied; voice sounded weak, as if he was in a weak state, but wanted to sound strong; which was exactly what it was. she was surprised that he actually listened and talked to her. he sat on the ground now, too.

"why?", such a basic question.

"i really can't, everybody will stare at me, everybody stared at me, my father will yell at me when we're home. nothing will help."

tears continued to stream down his face. she heard his sobs.

"sitting in there won't help either."

"yes, but it's the start of an escape."

"i really can't get you out of here, can i?"

"no."

"you're horrible."

he laughed quietly; drying his eyes.

"will you at least open the door?"

taehyung gave in. she was right, it really won't do anything for him now if he stayed inside. he reached up to turn the doorknob and got out of the way so that the door could open.

"thank you", she stood up and got into the stall. she looked down at him, making a gesture for him to take her hand, so she could help him up. he took her hand, thanking, surprised she could actually lift him up.

"do you need something?", she asked, lifting her shoulders.

"wait, I am just going to wash my face fast." he quickly got to the sink and turned on the water, not looking at the mirror; he knew he looked horrible. he formed a bowl shape with his hands, going under water and splashed it into his face, he repeated it a few times before taking his sleeves to dry his face. he then looked into the mirror; shocked that his eyes were almost as red as his lips; he had known that he looked messed up but not that messed up.

"close your eyes for 20 seconds, it will get better, trust me", it came from the other side of the room, she was standing there with her arms crossed.

he closed his eyes, even though he was scared that she would do something to him, but for some crazy reason, he felt that he could trust her. 
one...two...three...four...and, and, and.
he opened his eyes again, directly looking at his own reflection, she was right, his eyes looked a lot more normal, and less red.

"thank you."

"you're welcome."

"how do you know such things?"

no answer.

"i'll look out now and tell you if there are still people looking at the toilets."

"thank you."

she opened the door and looked out, he looked at her, she was wearing a knee long, long sleeved, dark red, lace dress and a little black bag now, her hair was in a neat bun and she was wearing mild makeup; even though she wore a lipstick that was just a shade darker than her dress. her outfit didn't fit in there completely either, she was looking way too pretty and dark, even she certainly fit in there better than him.

"just a few people are looking, nothing big."

"okay."

he walked out behind her, almost as if he was trying to hide. he looked around and saw his father, he was looking angry and taehyung was sure to get hit afterward.

"i have to go to my family now, goodbye."

"wait"

"what is it?", she turned around.

"what's your name?"

"Park Yujin", she looked at him, "and yours?"

"Kim Taehyung", he stated.

"goodbye Taehyung", she made a salute wave.

"goodbye Yujin", he responded.

『CHAPTER THREE; OKAY』