awake [seokjin]

seven ; "i like the name pretty boy".

"Why not stay at my house for awhile?"

She looked at me, her eyes widening. "Yeah," she nodded.

"Why do you trust me?" I asked, crossing my arms.

She took a breath before she spoke, "because I feel it."

I arched an eyebrow. "Inside, I feel like you won't hurt me." She said without hesitation. "I don't trust people easily. I don't trust people at all, but with you... I feel the trust inside."

I bit my bottom lip as my heart warmed. "Okay, Mei."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "How do you know my name?"

My mouth gaped open and I searched my head for words. "Ahhh," I nervously said. "Y-you told me before..."

She crossed her arms. "This is only our fourth time meeting, right?"

"No, our fifth." I said before smiling. "Let's go, don't worry about it."

I unlocked my car and started the engine. "Wait, what happened to your friend...?" Mei asked making my eyes grow wide. I forgot about him!

"Oh right!" I slightly laughed, dialing Jungkook's number. After I ended the call, I began driving.

I stopped when the stoplight turned red and felt Mei's eyes on me. I slowly looked at her. "What?"

"I'm just wondering," she said, observing my face. "But how do you look sooo handsome for a grown man?"

I burst out a laugh. "Grown man? Kid," I said. "I'm only 20."

"That makes us 2 years apart." She said, grinning.

"You're 18?" I asked, the light turning green again.

She nodded. "Senior in high school," she said. "But... When you count our years apart... Is it 2 years or 3 years? You don't count the age when you're counting the years apart do you?"

I glanced at her, my eyebrows furrowed before looking away. "What?" I slightly laughed.

"Are we 2 or 3 years apart!? You know how I'm 18 right? Sometimes I count it like, 18, 19, and 20, but sometimes I count it like 19, and 20." She said, counting her fingers. "Do you understand?"

"We're 2 years apart." I laughed.
"Right?" She nodded.

I turned the corner before driving towards my house. "But, um, pretty boy..." she said. "What's your name? Since you know mines, shouldn't I know yours too?"

I shrugged whilst shaking my head. "Nah,"

"Why not??" She asked as I drove in the driveway. I turned off the engine before getting out of the car.

"Why?? Why won't you tell me??" She asked, following me as I walked to my front door.

I unlocked the door before turning around and facing her. "Because I like the name pretty boy." I smiled and walked in.

She followed from behind as I turned on the lights before closing the door behind her.

"Whoa," she said, admiring my two story house.

"How many rooms do you have?" She asked looking around.

"Two," I said. "One for me and one for guests--well, basically just a storage room."

"Do you bring girls here?" She asked, shifting her gaze to me. I stared at her in awe. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw my expression.

"What? You seem like a guy every girl would go for." She said before running upstairs.

I followed her to my room. "You could sleep here." I said, pointing to my bed. "The storage room doesn't have anything but storage."

"Okay," she smiled before laying on top of my bed.

"I'll be in the living room." I said before walking out.

"Thank you!!" She shouted behind me. I slightly laughed before taking off my jacket, throwing it on the couch before laying down.

I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep when her phone rang.

"Hello?" She answered. "Jimin?"

I quickly sat up, leaning the side of my head against the wall, trying to listen.

"Why are you calling?" She asked him. "What? Why would you think I'll call you?"

I pursed my lips. "Ohhh." She said. "I'm at my relatives house."

I clicked my tongue. Relatives?

"Yeah, my mom is working late tonight so she probably won't be home." She said. "Fortunately."

Fortunately?

"Yeah, I felt like if I went home tonight, I would've gotten hurt again. Thankfully I didn't." She said. "I really hate him."

Hate who? Her dad? Is she living in a abusive household? I slowly moved my head from the wall. Why do I feel like I was sent this gift to help this kid from her abusive family?

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