BTS Fan Fiction: Chased

Chapter 13

"What's wrong?" Jin oppa questioned as I looked towards the door. He directed his gaze towards it as well only to face a white wall outside.

"Nothing. I thought I heard Nayeon's voice." I blurted.

Jin oppa smirked and laughed next as he closes the door. "I thought I told you I have already sent Nayeon back?"

"I know right. Must be my own hallucinations." I shook my head as I grabbed the spoon to eat.

Jin oppa stared at me intensely with a beam as I eat the food.

"Aigoo oppa... I will get embarrassed if you keep staring at me like that." I chuckled.

"You're cute like always." Jin oppa commented and I choked on my food.

"Ya... Be careful! Hurry drink some water." Jin oppa rushes forward and passes me the cup of water.

"O-oppa...s-stop teasing me!" I coughed and slapped his arms.

"Sorry! Yejin ah, have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow's going to be a hectic day." Jin oppa suddenly said.

"Hectic? It's a normal school day though?" I asked in confusion.

"Don't stress yourself too hard Yejin ah." Jin oppa stroked my hair messily and took the tray as he went out.

"Oppa!!" I cried as I straightened my hair.

//

Flashback -- Yejin's 4th birthday

It was my first birthday celebration without my parents since they passed away last year.  I stood beside Grandpa nervously as many people come around to say their wishes to me. To be honest, they were more interested in discussing about business with Grandpa than talking to me. So I didn't really bothered to smile or make any pleasant gestures to them. 

Until this Father and son approaches us...They had great smiles on their faces and as expected, adults were more interested in adults...I guessed.

"It's been a while, Mr Choi! How have you been?" The man asked cheerily as he shook hands with my Grandpa.

"Thank you for coming to my granddaughter's birthday party. Oh, is that your son that you mentioned who wanted to be Korea's top agent like you?" Grandpa asked as he chuckled.

"Yeah! Yoongi ah, this is my boss; Mr Choi. I worked for his son last time too."

Yoongi simply bowed towards Grandpa and when he got back to his position, his gaze fixated on me. He smiled with his smiley eyes when our eyes locked together, and held out his hand towards me."Annyeong, I am Yoongi. You can call me Suga oppa." 

"Go ahead, shake his hand." Grandpa encouraged as he grinned brightly.

I slowly took my hand out and held on to Suga's hand. 

"Happy birthday to you!" He wished loudly and I was surprised as he was the first person to say that out loud to me. "Hey, would you like to have some cupcakes over there? Come on, let's go!" He suggested as he attempted to pull me along.

I hesitated as I looked up at Grandpa, wondering if I should follow or not. 

"Have fun Yejin ah..." Grandpa smiled gently as he nodded in agreement.

We walked awkwardly towards the table while holding hands. The table was taller than me and I couldn't quite see what flavoured cupcakes were there. To my astonishment, Suga oppa suddenly carried me from the waist and lifted me up.

"Now you can see the cupcakes! Go on and choose one!" He said with a breathless tone. 

It's funny how he's so skinny yet he was able to carry me up; that was what I thought. I picked a pink cupcake as I exclaimed, "Got it!" 

He lowered me down and grabbed one of the cupcake himself too; we then talked towards a bench by the corner of the garden. Suga took a big bite of the cupcake and the cream instantly smudged on to his lips.

I laughed at the sight of him and he got confused real quick as he turned to me. "What's so funny?" 

"You got cream all over your mouth!" I exclaimed as I pointed at his lips.

"Ah...!" He quickly wiped it off with his hands. 

"You are so funny Suga oppa!" 

//

My eyelids flickered open and it was completely dark in the room. I was feeling thirsty and I got up from the bed. 

Right...I'm at Jin oppa's house...But he wouldn't mind if I take a drink from his kitchen right?

I left the room quietly, afraid that I might wake anyone in the house. Jin oppa's house sure was huge, the corridor seemed to be never ending and there were a lot of rooms. It really does seemed more like hospital then a warming house...then again, I shouldn't judge too much.

Finally I saw an corner which probably could lead me to the living room and I turned in that direction. I walked across the living room; which seemed normal; and towards the kitchen. That was when I heard mumblings from somewhere. 

Am I hallucinating again? Who could still be awake in the middle of the night?

I started to have goosebumps all over my body and I hugged myself. I convinced myself that I was hearing things and continued my way to the living room. Or maybe not. I directed my attention towards that path of pitch blackness and stared in to it for a few seconds. 

There's definitely somebody...or something over there.

Taking in a deep breath and swallowing a gulp, I was drawn towards that corridor.