April 18th, 2018
Seoul, South Korea
Sleep had overtaken y/n's body inside the dimly lit car as it sped along the highway.
Pulling her into a dreamless, dark sleep. Her body exhausted from the afternoons events. Everything has happened so fast.
There was the sudden sound of the car door opening and a cool breeze filtering into the interior of the car. Pulling y/n from her slumber. Her eyes shifted under her closed eyelids as light filtered in, making her feel lightheaded.
The pressing feeling being dragged from sleep was terrible and mildly painful. Eyes struggling to open as light blinds everything. This is what y/n was feeling as she clambered out of Mochi's lamborghini.
The brazing sounds of city life hit her ears at full volume. Cars and motorcycles zooming here and there, people all around: walking, talking, listening to music, and the humm of electricity. A stark contrast to that of the forest y/n had just been consumed by hours prior. It was all so overwhelming, even though y/n had been to many cities. She lived in one, for that matter, but the energy there was so much more ... frantic.
Mochi and Suga pulled their hoods over their heads and stood at the side. They were parked at the top of a large parking garage, like a scene from a music video was unfolding before her eyes. Nice car, two strangely dressed people, cloudy sky. The perfect recipe.
"I'd put up your hood if I were you," Suga muttered as he passed her. Letting his shoulder graze the side of y/n's backpack.
Mochi came up alongside y/n and looped his half cloaked arm through her jacketed one. His hood up but the big smile still there. Y/n pulled her hood up over her (hair length) (hair color) hair. They started following Suga to a concrete block with an elevator.
"He's a big softy, just you wait. He's just is really serious on missions," Mochi whispered to y/n.
"Who? Sugar?" She asked, confused a little. "And why are you whispering?"
Mochi chuckled and looked ahead, "Suga. And I don't know. I didn't want him to hear me telling his secrets."
"That he's soft?" Y/n drawled sarcastically. Her eyes unimpressed and eyebrows quirked.
Mochi just kept walking. Slightly pulling her along at a brisk pace.
Inside the elevator, Suga stood off to one side, his face yet again shielded by darkness. Mochi's face was half visible, only his lips, but the eyes were hidden.
Y/n was sure she looked similar.
When the doors opened they hustled out into the dark bottom floor of the parking building and out onto the main street. They stopped just before making their way into the light, and both removed their long, heavy cloaks.
Y/n watched in amazement as with a quick flick of fingers over the gold triangle on the cloak, they shrunk down to the size of small washcloth. Folding into itself in an origami way into a neat square, the gold triangle piece resting upon the top. Mochi and Suga then took the small cloth and slapped on their wrists, the square wrapping thinly over like a bracelet and thinning out.
Y/n marveled at the craftsmanship of the whole process, gaping at how one very large cloak could do such things.
"We don't want to be noticed," Mochi said with a grin and a wink. Suga just pulled out a black baseball cap and squashed it on his equally black hair.
They exchanged a few sentences in Korean, then by the time she knew it, y/n was having to walk quite briskly to keep pace with the boys. The pace was quick and fast, and y/n was so focused on following the color of their shirts to keep up. Suga and Mochi both where donning a pair of black windbreakers, with a gold triangle on the back.
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