I move quickly through the busy streets, anxious to escape the writhing, snaking crowd. I check the surrounding buildings and street names often, worried that I will get lost and not make it. I heave a sigh and push on, retracing my steps from yesterday and this morning.
A short while later I have arrived at the large, elegant apartment building. I step inside and finally exhale after being suffocated by the crowded streets. It takes me a few minutes and an annoyed attendant to finally find Jimin's apartment, but when I do I feel a new heavy weight on my shoulders.
Not that of the suffocating crowd, or the attendant whom I had bothered.
Someone behind the door is yelling.
The air is electric, sparking with tension as I freeze and stare at the dark metal of the door.
It's a female who is screaming, inaudible, muffled, terrible screaming. The tension coils around my body, freezing me in place, choking me and any desire to go beyond the door. The only thought that screamed in my mind was 'Run'.
Before I could turn on my heel and dart from the suffocating room, I lift my hand and knock roughly on the door.
Once, twice, three times.
I stand in silence momentarily and it's a moment before the door is abruptly yanked open, startling me.
The woman with the pastel umbrella stands before me, minus the pastel umbrella and forced smile.
She glares at me with such hatred in her eyes, her lips set in a fine line. Her eyes fill with recognition a moment before they become even colder.
"What do you want?"
She sneers, her voice so low and sharp as a razor's edge. My chest tightens and I lower my eyes, prying them from hers.
"Is Jimin here?"
I ask quietly and hear the barely audible sound of her grinding her teeth together in aggravation.
"No."
She growls lowly and I raise my eyes in time to see Jimin's face beside hers, poking over her shoulder a few feet back. Our eyes meet and she must catch it because she whirls around to face him.
"Jimin,"
She says lowly but his eyes are locked on mine, so broken and dull. His hand is cupped around one of his cheeks and he forces a slight smile.
"What do you need Yoongi?"
He says it as casually as possible but sounds like he is being strangled, or holding his breath.
"Can we go downstairs?"
I ask lightly, forcing a smile to my lips to hide my surprise. I have no idea where the sudden request came from or what I was going to do with it.
"Jimin."
The female warns lowly again and he smiles warmly at her, not removing his hand from his face as he slides past the girl and out into the hall, seeming relieved at the excuse for escape.
"It will only be a minute."
He promises as he grabs my wrist and walks quickly down the hallway with me in tow.
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>>lost<< Yoonmin
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