Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

35

A bead of sweat dribbled down his temple despite the crisp air of December that slapped against his cheeks. It was Christmas Eve, yet here he was running like a marathon runner down the dimly lit sidewalk of Daegu.

His nose was turning red from the impact of the chilly wind, but It was his hands that were freezing and it felt like his fingers would detach from his knuckles.

"Come on," He huffed to himself as he turned at the corner and straight to the front door of the all too familiar studio.

"Fuck," He cursed when he noticed how all the lights were out. His heart pounded against his chest as anxiety started to pour in.

After what happened just a few hours ago, when Jiyong paid him a little visit, Serin was the only one that filled his mind.

He was worried—and he hasn't felt this in so long. He never really had anyone to worry about after all.

—well, not until she came into his life.

He found it ridiculous how he's here, back in Daegu during Christmas Eve, running around like some lunatic, while the Christmas lights twinkled in the dark, jolly holiday music played in the distance and families flocking at restaurants for Christmas dinner.

But he couldn't help it. Not when a well-known drug lord just threatened to hurt his loved ones.

And he's only got one.

He can't bear to lose her too.

Then, he finds himself banging his fist against her door; practically screaming her name. He didn't even care if he disturbed her neighbors, all he could think about was Serin, and if she was safe.

After what seemed like hours of yelling and punching the door, he finally leans his back against it and pants heavily, his hand reaching up to his neck as a lump started to block up his throat.

"Or that little girlfriend of yours will pay." Jiyong's voice rang in his ears as a smirk was etched on his lips.

He knew where to hit him. Hard.

And he was silently cheering himself as he watched Yoongi falter for a millisecond—almost like it didn't even happen, but the crease between his brow and the air was knocked out of his chest told him otherwise.

"Oh, I know what you've been doing. Sneaking around with your new pretty flower," He crossed his arms over his chest as he continued, "But believe me when I tell you that this isn't going to end well if you don't think about your decisions, Min Yoongi."

"Pick up, god dammit." Yoongi cursed, then redialed her number. Everything around him felt like a flurry of nothing but a blur. His body felt numb and cold, and all he could hear was his heartbeat ringing in his ears.

All the worst scenes flashed in his thoughts making him wince when his heart ached a little bit.

Anyone but her.

He thought to himself.

—But he didn't have anyone else.

"I'll be leaving now, Min. Remember, the ending of all this will depend on you." Jiyong saluted before advancing towards the door, "So, make sure you think about it."

"Fuck, pick up!" Yoongi frustratingly threaded his fingers through his hair and let out a strangled groan; anger mixing with anxiousness.

He let out another string of curses when he was redirected to her voicemail once again,

Hey, sorry I can't pick up right now, but you could leave a message after the beep.
[beep]

Yoongi quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket, ready to sprint across the busy street when he's held back by his forearm, "Yoongi,"

A cold hand wrapped around his and it sent shivers up his back, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Waves of relief passed through his body along with a pang of worry that left an uncomfortable vacuum in his chest when he pulled her against his chest, practically crushing her petite body against him.

"W-Where the hell were you?!" His hand cupped her head and cradled it in the spot where his shoulder met his neck. Puffs of smoke came out of his mouth from his heavy breathing, "I was so fucking worried, I-I thought something m-might have happened to you."

Her arms automatically wrapped around his waist as she remained speechless at his sudden outburst, gasping a little when he pulls her even closer to him.

Sometimes she wondered if he thought about her as much as she did.

Because she always does.

She let out a sigh as his warmth radiated onto her coat-clad body, it was as if she had her own personal heater in the middle of December's winter.

Her hands slowly reached up to cup his cheeks, gently tinted a shade of pink from the biting cold of the season, "Calm down,"

His breaths were frantic, heart pounding against his chest and his palms were moist against her skin, until it dawned onto him that she was right there, with him, "Calm down," She repeated.

"Listen," She smiled that smile that set off butterflies in his stomach while rubbing the apple of his cheek gently, "I was just on my way to my dad's house for Christmas. It would be great if you could come along."

His eyes searched hers for a few moments, taking in the reality that she was right in front of him; safe and breathing. "I—Would you want t-that?" The stutter wasn't even necessary, but he couldn't help it.

Not when his heart was fluttering at the sight of her; her gentle eyes that looked up at him as if she was head-over-heels for him.

—And she was.

Thinking a response wouldn't be needed, she laced her fingers through his and tugged on his hand gently, "Come on,"

Taehyung wasn't one to bake, but ever since he was little he made it a point to help his mother out in baking the Christmas cookies.

It's his first Christmas baking alone.

He could have done it last Christmas, but before he could even prepare the ingredients, he was already in a fit of painful sobs. He always thought that death was a loss that he could never get used to.

This Christmas, however, he managed to bake a tray of chocolate chip cookies; just as how he used to with his mother.

Yoongi cleared his throat and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "Thank you for this wonderful dinner, sir." He smiled up at Serin's father.

"Ah, it wasn't all on me. Taehyung here was of great help. He might not be a pro at cooking yet, but he's getting there." Mr. Kim smiled proudly at his son, ruffling his hair a little only to earn a soft giggle from the boy.

"Serin, are you proud?" His smile was from ear-to-ear as he looked at the various food that he prepared with his father, "I helped dad make all this, I can cook now!"

Serin smiled at her brother and gave him a thumbs up, "I'm really proud of you, Tae. It all tastes amazing!" She takes another spoonful.

"Oh—" Serin takes a napkin and a quick swig from her glass, "I-I'm going to have an exhibit two weeks from now. Minji and I thought it would be a great way to start the year." She smiled expectantly at her father, then to Taehyung and Yoongi, "It would be really great if you guys could come and take a quick look."

"Ah, noona! Dad and I will be there!" Taehyung smiled along with their father and nodded in agreement, "I love your artworks, noona!"

Serin returned the smile before turning to Yoongi, "You'll come too, right?" She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head.

Yoongi looked up at her from his plate and blinked, "I—Uh," He watched as she looked at him expectantly, taking her hand in his under the table, "I'll be there."