Trouble

Dilemma

I look around at the circle of people surrounding me and try to find a way out of there, but I keep getting pushed back. I cover, my shoulders rising up to my ears, as I look down. My hands are cover the back of my skirt as I try to block out the voices. Think. Think, Eun.

I feel someone's reassuring hand on my shoulder and I turn. I look at the white shirt, the familiar hands, the black pant, and I walk closer. It would be all okay now. I look up and notice the floppy hair covering those eyes, and smile, despite the situation. 

"How do you always manage to get into trouble?" He begins to remove his jacket. Everyone in the circle of girls goes quiet. He pulls my hands away from their current position and ties his jacket around my waist. He tightens it and looks around the girls. 

"How can you laugh at her?" He clicks his tongue, holds my elbow, and guides me out of the circle, and out of the hall. 

Ω a few minutes ago Ω

"Seriously, he was so good!" I tell my father as we walk down the stairs. He was holding onto my hand, as we descended to the bottom floor. I was silently happy, even though I had been climbing these stairs in high heels, that our seats were on the second floor because the first had been crawling with Yoongi's fangirls. I heaved a sigh of relief as we finally reached the last step. Dad left my hand and nodded while smiling. 

"I knew that boy had it in him," I felt my chest puff up at the words. I knew he had it in him as well. 

"I'll go find him, okay?" I tell my father as we enter the lobby. He had come down to buy Tae's mother some snacks while I had come down to take Yoongi back to our seats. Tae and his mother were still on the second floor. I look around, trying to find the familiar shabbily kept hair in the crowd. I walk around the lobby, looking at this person and that when I hear someone snickering behind my back. I turn my head slightly to see who it was. I noticed two girls who placed a hand on their mouth when they noticed my gaze. 

I shrugged, turning back around and beginning to play with the tassel hanging from the little purse. My eyes darted around the room and finally landed on a familiar figure, but the hair was black. Black? 

I scrunched my eyes to make sure I wasn't making up details, but I wasn't mistaking anything. The black suit, the white shirt, the black bow tie, the black pants, the black polished dress shoes, and the black hair: it was Yoongi. I realized my mouth was hanging open in awe. I imagined him smelling like he usually does: an unusual mix of the sea salt air and a pine forest. I took a step to move towards him when a girl intercepted my path. I took a step back. I looked over her shoulder and noticed that he had begun to walk in the opposite with someone who looked a lot like G-Dragon. I open my mouth to scream his name when the girl begins to speak. 

"You're the girl from the picture, correct?" She asks in a haughty tone. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I pretend to walk around her, but she takes a step to block my path again. I notice the tee-shirt she was wearing; it had a picture of Yoongi. 

"Yes, you do," She raises her eyebrows suggestively. 

I huff, and turn around, deciding to take another path. Another girl is standing directly behind and she grins with a sadistic streak as she notices my terrified expression. 

"Let me leave," I say, turning to walk away from both of them. The second girl holds onto my hand and I notice how many girls had begun to walk towards us. A lot.

I gulped and looked at the girl holding my wrist. I shake it off, square my shoulders, and begin to walk away. 

"Wow," She says, and I turn around. 

"You really are shameless," They giggle as she says these words. I hadn't even said anything, what were they talking about? 

"W-what?" I look around, trying to find something that would be a cause of humor for them. I don't find anything funny. 

"You don't even know what you do wrong," A third girl joins in. I feel my confidence crumbling as I look at the group that had begun to gather. Where were all the security guards? 

"She has her period?" I hear someone mumble as they walk past. I pause, a breath lodging itself into my throat. I begin to rush towards the bathroom that was directly behind the group of girls. I may be able to wash it off. This wasn't even my skirt. 

"Where do you think you're going?" The girl who had first approached me breaches my path again. She had a decent air about her and I couldn't fathom why she was resorting to bullying me. Her long, strawberry blonde hair hung in loose waves around her. I get loving your 'oppa', but love humans first. Her dull brown eyes have a gleam to them under the orange, chandelier light. 

"I need to go to the bathroom," I manage to say through a stammer. They all gather around me, and one of them even has her phone out. I could just about imagine the kinds of things that would be going around the social media, so I put my hands on my back. I tried to cover as much of the area as I could. I looked around and accepted that I was fighting a losing battle. I look around at the circle of people surrounding me and try to find a way out of there, but I keep getting pushed back. I cover, my shoulders rising up to my ears, as I look down. My hands are cover the back of my skirt as I try to block out the voices. Think. Think, Eun In.

I feel someone's reassuring hand on my shoulder and I turn. I look at the white shirt, the familiar smell, the black pants, and I walk closer. It would be all okay now. I look up and notice the floppy hair covering those eyes, and smile, despite the situation.

"How do you always manage to get into trouble?" He begins to remove his jacket. Everyone in the circle of girls goes quiet. He pulls my hands away from their current position and ties his jacket around my waist. He tightens it and looks around the girls.

"How can you laugh at her?" He clicks his tongue, holds my elbow, and begins guides me out of the circle, and out of the hall. I look at him, and back at the floor, just one simple thought running through my head: where was Yoongi? 

"Where's my jacket?" I ask instead. I could use that to cover myself up as well. 

"It's on our seat," He said, pouting, and pushing a girl away with his shoulder. She hisses and shows her hatred for him by abusing under her breath. He doesn't seem to care, though. 

"Y-yoongi?" I questioned as he placed his hand on my shoulder, lightly, trying not to touch too much of my body. 

"I don't know," He shakes his head, and we begin to walk toward the main road. 

"I need to tell him that I've left," I say, stopping, and removing my phone out of my purse. 

"Don't," He says softly, placing a hand on it and taking it from me. 

"Why?" I look at him with a frown and reach for my phone. He stuffs it into his pant pocket and pats it authoritatively. 

"Just, don't." He says, closing his eyes and trying to compose himself. I click my tongue and look around at the empty roads. It was late, what were we doing outside? 

"Let's go back in," I begin to walk back. I needed to tell Yoongi, but I didn't know what I needed to tell him. 

"Why do you want to go back in there? Do you like being bullied?" He says angrily. I continue to glare at him, not breaking eye contact. 

"Let me call him, then," I supply again, extending my palm and giving him puppy-dog eyes. 

"Eun In, don't." He places a hand over his eyes and turns away, frustrated. 

"You're not giving me a good enough reason to not call him," I say, annoyed myself. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I muse. I move to simply sneak my hand into his pocket and take the phone when he suddenly turns. I move away and try not to think much about his intense gaze. 

"I like you." He says, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking at me with a blank expression, all emotion was gone. 

I just closed my eyes, hoping that nothing was real. Nothing.