Me and My Weird Life

Chp.62<Miru koto

Meaning: Being Watched In Japanese

Cheyenne's POV

I grumbled. Why wasn't Elena answering her texts?!! I sent her like, twenty-thousand of them. I was so curious about what happened after, I couldn't hold my questions in. But, she wasn't replying at all.

I heard the door open and I turned around to see Nana. I waved at her and she smiled back.

"Where were you all this time?" I asked her.

"Working of course," Nana replied.

I made a face and rolled my eyes. "I know, but besides that. Elena and I both miss you." I said, looking at her sadly.

Nana chuckled and dropped her purse on the couch, relaxing. "I found a place we can rent for about four weeks," Nana said.

I smiled widely. "Really? Is it nice?" I asked.

"Hmm...it's decent. It's kind of like this house, just....smaller."

I nodded at her. "I see. When are we leaving?" 

"Next week." 

I formed my lips in a straight line. "Right,"

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I panted, feeling a bit tired. I sat down at a table and took a deep breath.

I pulled out my phone and was about to send Elena a text when I saw Taehyung leave the cafe that I was at. He didn't seem to notice me, and I felt a bit confused why he was in public without the rest of the members. 

Then Elena came out of the cafe.

"Elena!" I exclaimed.

She turned around and waved at me. She came over and sat at my table.

"What'd you wanna chat about?" Elena asked me.

I scoffed. "Um, first, let me ask you. Were you in there with Taehyung just now?" 

Elena nodded. "We just happened to meet up."

"Without the rest of the members....pretty reasonable."

"Fine, fine. We were just talking, that's it. Nothing special though."

"But, you don't understand Korean."

"We spoke in Japanese, duh."

I folded my hands. "Guess it's my turn now."

Elena sat back in her chair, listening carefully. 

"We're leaving, next week. But the thing is...the fans know." I started, a worried expression on Elena. "They know about us two. I was browsing the internet and Youtube...and....there are some fans who are tracing our footsteps, trying to figure us out. I don't want either of us to get hurt, especially you and the guys. And if we move next week without being careful, they'll know for sure."

"Why?"

"Because someone is stalking us, Elena. On my way here, I felt someone following me from behind. I'm scared to even be talking to you right now because they might be watching."

Elena narrowed her eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We have to run," Elena said quickly, grabbing my arm and yanking me with her.