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This Chapter contains slight mature content such as shooting and violence.

That definitely wasn't Namjoon

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That definitely wasn't Namjoon. He was wearing a black leather jacket and together with his spiky hair, I had to admit.. that was one hot dude.
I couldn't observe him more, because I had to quickly duck behind the milky railing glass before he would notice me. His dark figure fully moved through the door and a little squeaky sound gave me the sign that the door shut close.
I stared at my knees thinking of what I should do. The mall was huge, but the man would find me sooner or later.

I fished my phone out of my pocket, sending a message to Jimin.

I looked up from my phone, trying to see where the guy was,, but when I peeked my head up the railing, he wasn't at the entrance anymore

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I looked up from my phone, trying to see where the guy was,, but when I peeked my head up the railing, he wasn't at the entrance anymore. My eyes widened and I quickly continued typing.
When I send the message, I immediately got an answer.

I smiled at the "baby" but cringed right after at how attached I am to this guy

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I smiled at the "baby" but cringed right after at how attached I am to this guy. I opened my little bag and put my phone inside. 
I crawled away from the railing on all fours so I could hide somewhere, but that thought vanished quickly when a cough echoed in the mall from right behind me.

'F*ck'

My heartbeat increased to the point that it annoyed me and I paused for a moment. Should I turn around or not?
Well, I can try.
Acting as if I didn't hear anything, I slowly continued my way towards the shop in front of me.
"Stop moving."
The voice wasn't that deep and intimidating, but still gave me chills and as if he just pressed a button, I stopped moving.
Since I didn't want to show any fear, I turned around without hesitation and my eyes darted up the the guy looking down at me.

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