If You Love Me

Chapter 14: Attraction Is The King Of Oblivion

"Come with me."

Without another word he rushes off, to which you follow after. After all, for a man of so little words and expressions, he sure knows how to make a spectacle of himself. Especially in a rather... sinister way.

You eyes verge to the keys dangling from his tight grip. 

Why?

Why did he set this up?

If he hadn't stolen them -- not that your implying that he did such a rash thing -- then you wouldn't be bunked together in room like children in a cabin. The evidence is certainly compelling, and if you didn't know any better, no matter how much it makes you gag; this nearly goes to show that he actually likes spending time with you.

As his hand grips the car door, "W-Wait!" you huff, shaky-eyed until you find yourself falling deep into his orbs. Those planets of that are begging you with every piece of life they have left in them. And then, your eyes lock to his lips, the one's that carried the look of regret; trembling to mutter an apology. 

Yoongi turns his head the other way, "I just need you for a couple of hours." He says entering the vehicle. His grip hardens against the steering wheel. Why? He can't get you off his mind. 

He clutches at his chest, and within lay the beat that he could never be mistaken for the galloping of horses or the roaring of an engine. 

His gaze flickers in your direction, as you buckle your seatbelt. 

What is it about you... That makes him like this?

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Standing taller than before and puffing his chest out further, the cashier mutter an annoyed, "Pay up." 

Unimpressed, Yoongi chuckles. "I'm not going to pay for two bikes when you can only give me one." He spreads his hands on the counter and looks the cashier in the eye, "Do I really need to talk to your manager over a matter as trivial as this." 

The cashier scratches his beard and crosses his arms. "Look, quit holding up the line. If you can't wait a few hours for an available bike, then beat it." 

Behind Yoongi, you try speak up. "Maybe we can just-" 

As Yoongi's fists curl, you notice they begin to take on a deathly ashen as he puts his head down. Under his breath he mutters, "Who is your supplier?" 

"Why on earth would that matter?" The cashier woops, speaking brashly for all the customers behind to snicker at. "That's just-" 

Yoongi withdraws his hand from the man, whose eyes you never could've imagined could glimmer in such starstruck and fear within a quarter of a second. 

"O-of course! My apologies s-" The man folds into a deep bow that has your mind swimming in a pool of confusion. 

What on earth? 

As if that wasn't troubling enough, Yoongi doesn't even flinch, adjusting the grey sweater on his frame dismissively. "Keep your lips sealed and I won't bring it up with your manager." He threatens smoothly, hand slithering onto your wrist before whisking you to the nearest bike rack. 

Once at ear-shot distance, "What was that?" you whimper, horrified as you rip yourself from his grip. To your core, you're shaken.

What the heck!?

After a few more steps, he comes to a stop and releases a heavy breath. For a moment the silence he sets falls beautifully into to place, hits you before a wave of worry as his gaze lands on yours.