A/N: quick intermission: Hello I'm sorry I took forever for this update I wanted to make it good (bare with me im still trying to improve my sloppy writing) but finals and school was preventing me from doing that But I finally finished all that Woooo That and also a billion of things have been happening with bts and seventeen and monsta x so proud of them all !
P.s I change the cover hope you guys like it! I will be updating more frequent :D AND ALSO THANK YOU FOR 300 reads honestly thank you All So please treat yourself *Hands out imaginary cookies heheh* Have a geat day! BACK TO THE STORYY;
A small smile formed on his lips, he scanned the room searching for something off in the distance. Wonwoo hesitantly found himself sitting, frail, and uncomfortable. Nevertheless his structure held a firm look that alluded to the very dangers that I've always been warned of. I stare at him and the dim light lead me to see the rouge features of his sharp jawline to the cunning cheek bones but to top his intimidating nature, those once calm eyes, now were compromised with unpredictable horrors.
I followed him attentively. Despite his scary image he seemed nervous, his legs fidget countlessly. Never laying his eyes on me but he glares everyone down carefully watching everyone. The club definitely had an effect on him changing him into a completely different person to the one this morning.
I turn around to see what he felt wary of and there in the in the midst of the crowd was Somin Jiwoo , J.seph and Matthew dancing seductively in cold sweat with those close around them concentrated on express themselves through body language.
I bit my bottom lip. If they see me with Wonwoo Jiwoo or Somin will definitely find me a nuisance i don't want to trouble them nor Hyungsik. They have things to focus on they have their jobs to worry enough requiring more attention while Hyungsik restlessly investing himself in his job flying everywhere just like today. Unexpectedly being called into a random meeting, he can't be dealing with my foolish dilemmas. I'm afraid of rather the manifesting fear of disappointment, the expectation I failed to meet. Most of all I'm scared of losing them. I sigh heavily breathing out the lonely words; "What am I going to do?" Not long ago I was roaming the streets aimlessly without any meaning in my life.
Flash back
"That will be $ 5.65" The clerk recited as he pulled the random items into a single black bag. I lucky enough to find the bill on the floor. "Here you go, thank you." I hand him a bill and left the gas station. I pull my ragged hood over my messy hair. The night was cold and bitter, its been only a week since ..... that. I've never been away from home, yet I never considered it a home in the first place. It was still lonely. No difference from now.
The brisk of the night fluttered and the city lights shined brighter. I wondered around, despite losing everything I wont lose my faith.
Maybe this was for the best for all of us, father and brother. Even so, I hope they wont find me who know what will happen if father catches me. My glassy eyes frail with tears blur my sight but I cant stop crying. My heart still aches, everything still fresh.The scene replay in my hollow mind, I cant make any sense of what I witnessed but it still haunts me. Something that only exist in the fictional books I read. I follow the side walk cautiously placing one foot in front another. They aren't the same father and brother I once knew. Father he... a lump in my throat forms suffocating me silently. Endless tear stream down; I feel like I'm gong crazy. Father is a politician who has close connections with the police department, I'm sure he will find me. My heart stings, I open my mouth but nothing but silent cries erupt from my throat.
I look up to see trees and a neat pavement that have organized benches and trash cans while the misty grass surrounds the path. I'm at a park. I lay on a near by bench. "I guess I'll sleep here tonight. I curl up into a ball letting every once of sorrow flow out hiding my scream into the bench. I never imagine I would end up here. I never thought I would be scared of my own brother.
End of flashback.
They save me, but how can I tell them about all that the stranger has done for me? Wonwoo helped me in multiple occasions it's the least I can do is show my gratitude. Although I can't help the nudging pick of guilt of not listening to them slowly aching my heart constantly. Its like the pain of those days still remain that at any moment the ground would crumble and I would fall back into that awful cage of a life. My mind was engulfed in my own self that I didn't realized how quiet Wonwoo has been.
I glance at Wonwoo, the unease feeling floated away, I put my thoughts aside as I saw Wonwoo dropped his smile. He desperately stared into the abyss of the crowd but concentrated trailing something lost in the cluster of people.
My eye wandered to his face to the dance floor behind , not understanding his sudden change in demeanor. I leaned closer to him to get a better view of the whole club, slowly scanning the room with him. "What are you looking at?" I questioned him.
No response.
I turn to find something, a person or an object that seemed out of the ordinary or a distinct detail but failed to find any.
He hold his stare somewhere for a moment until his eyes hastily focused once more to their same clam self looking directly at me. He let out an airy laugh along with a smirk. "Nothing though -".
The earth was shattering beneath us trembling with terror. The building cried for a brief moment and everyone falls to the floor due to the impact. The building shook viciously and I was thrown around I tried holding onto the bar but that flew out of my grasp. It was familiar hands that caught me wrapping me in their embrace. Bodies dropped to the floor, screams filled the air. What felt like forever the building bounces back into its self.
And for a second it was silent.
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