Her boss is a bit of a jerk.
Her ex-boyfriend is desperate to find his way back into her heart.
When her boss starts an investigation surrounding her ex-boyfriend, where will her loyalties lie? Will her mind conquer her heart?
I was visibly shaken as I sat in the limo alongside Yoongi. My chest rose and fell rapidly as my mind was stuck with what had just happened and what could have happened if Yoongi hadn't have turned up when he did. In silence, Yoongi wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. I pressed my face into his chest, my hands holding onto the material of his suit jacket. His other hand rubbed my back and shoulders, reassuringly.
"It's okay Y/N." He spoke quietly, trying to soothe me. "You're alright." I let the tears fall, realising that I wasn't just crying for what had happened in that alley. I was crying for what had happened before I'd even left the house. Inside I was terrified of the decision that I was eventually going to have to make and how quickly that decision was being forced upon me.
The car pulled to a stop as Yoongi opened the door. He reached into the limo, helping me out. I took his hand, stepping out into the unfamiliar surroundings. I frowned at him. He caught the look as I sat back on the edge of the seat in my confusion.
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"I said I would clean you up. Come on." He pulled me gently to my feet as I followed after him. He led me up and into what I assumed was his house. It was huge. I followed him through to the kitchen as he sat me down at his table, he hunted through his cupboards for a first aid kit. I dabbed at my eyes with the back of my hands, clearing up the tears. When I pulled them away, they were covered in makeup.
"I bet I look like a clown right now." I sighed. Yoongi looked around to me, amused.
"Well. I was going to tell you but I didn't want to make you cry even more." He admitted.
"Thanks." I said simply as Yoongi poured some water in a glass before heading over to me with the first aid kit in his hand. He handed me the glass of water before kneeling down in front of me. I flinched slightly as he pushed back the slit in my dress so that he could look at my knee.
Why did I feel so jittery? Was it shock?
He took out an anti-bacterial wipe, moving it over my kneecap ever so gently. I winced a little as it stung. Yoongi placed his free hand against the inside of my lower leg, holding it in place as I flinched.
"It's nearly done Y/N. Stop being such a wimp." I had to fight back the urge to smack him across the head as he smirked.
He was my saviour after all.
"You're supposed to distract people when they're in pain or discomfort. Whenever my Mum used to fix my wounds, she'd always make me sing with her or ask me silly questions or silly scenarios..." I trailed off, suddenly bummed out.
"How is your Mum?" Yoongi looked up at me as he continued to dab at my knee. I wasn't sure at all how to respond. It was too painful. Too real. I decided to play it clever.
"Yah! I'm not telling you! I'm always telling you things about my life and I get nothing in return from you. You shut yourself off and hide behind loopholes." I spoke a little harsher than I had intended. Yoongi was quiet for a while before he spoke a single word. His voice was barely above a whisper.
