Not another love story {A Kim Taehyung fanfiction}

Where it all began...

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Everything started in an elevator, on a fairly unpleasant night, in my way to the airport. My flight was at seven, but in order to be there in time, I had to leave the hotel around four.

Dragging my luggage before me, my coat got caught in a door, my glasses almost ended up broken and all the items from my purse made their way to the floor.
Everything under the same ceiling, the same corridor of the hotel I was staying at.

Plainly dressed and with poor make up on, I made my way to that one damned elevator I first met him.

Mindlessly stepping inside, I really didn’t pay any attention to the tall, dark figure standing at the corner.

It was only when I tried to see my zombie eyes to the mirror. I am still not sure what scared me the most; the bags under my eyes or him, but my gasp clearly left him unbothered.

He was wearing a long coat, which I bet were alpaca wool, a mask covering half or his face and a hat covering… well, most of his head. It screamed powerful and rich.  I scanned him head to toe then turned around after I presumed that he wasn’t as creepy as he seemed.

As we were at the eleventh story, the metallic box took its time to our destination. The awkward silence was killing me and as the social person I am, I tried finding my phone inside the chaos in my purse so that I could bare with the atmosphere.

I could feel his eyes on me while I was making myself embarrassed. I couldn’t believe what kind of things could fit in such a small bag!

My breath grew heavy and sweat started running down my forehead. My eyes widen in the thought of me forgetting my phone again.
I continued my search, completely unaware of the person behind me shifting in self-consciousness.

And then I felt it, the cold frame of the soon to be retired cellphone!

Lost in my victory I raised both of my hands, letting out a breath and then screaming.

“I found it!!”

And then the power went out. Lights were off.

And that wasn’t the only problem I had.