The restaurant was jam packed with a lot of people as I entered the restaurant by the cliff. My eyes were scanning the area when an employee greeted me with a hospitable smile.
"Hi. Welcome to Johnnie's! A table for?" She chirped happily and I returned the smile.
"Aunt Liz," I responded. "I need Aunt Liz."
She furrowed her eyebrows and questioned, "I'm sorry but who are y--"
"She's with me." Came a familiar voice and as soon as the employee turned around to see who it is, she excused herself and smiled apologetically towards me which earns her my understanding nod.
"Jungkook." Was the only word that came from my mouth.
"Nice to see you too."
"How about us?" Jimin questioned from behind me. "Are you not happy to see us?"
A smile found its way to Jungkook's mouth as his brothers near the area but as soon as he realized the looks from his brothers' eyes, he dropped it and was replaced by a pursed lip.
"We're beginning to block the entrance," Seokjin's voice boomed from the farthest side "How about we get seated and talk."
Every one looked at him. His hands in his pockets. His face, unreadable.
"Too soon?" Jimin with a bloated face questions.
"I'm starving," Taehyung added. "How about we get seated and eat..before we talk."
If truth be told, I haven't eaten a proper meal since this whole charade was being figured out and I guess the same is true with these people. I felt an approving sensation from my stomach and not later that moment, the guys agreed so we're ushered towards a table at the farthest corner overlooking the luminous city from afar.
Johnnie excused himself and disappeared to a door while we pick our seats. I was seated beside Yoongi who chose to sit by the window on the corner of the table. Seokjin was on my right side next to Namjoon. Opposite Yoongi was Hoseok then Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook.
Not a couple of seconds later, Johnnie returned with menus on his hand followed by the female employee from earlier.
"The dinner is on the house people." He announces and he sat adjacent to the window to the part that separates Namjoon from our side of the table and Jungkook on the other.
The guys let out thankful responses and then we ordered with pure conviction. The employee seemed to get disoriented from our endless orders and I wonder if she was able to write them all on her little notepad but she smiled anyway and left when we're done.
The guys started small talks which turned out to be long. Surprisingly, they're not grabbing each others' necks like what I'm expecting to. They come out pretty decent and they're even laughing at some point but I don't know the reason to cause I'm not paying attention to their conversation. I can't help but zone out. I don't feel like I'm myself. I feel tired somehow..and mad and worried. I don't know.
"Hey," I looked up to see Seokjin with worried face, "Are you okay?"
"Huh?" I replied slapping myself internally, "No. I mean yeah. Go on with your conversation. I'm just starved. That's all."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." I faked a smile.
He smiled at me and turned his attention back. I turned mine towards the window and I caught Yoongi's bored eyes reading me on my peripheral vision.
"What?" I questioned like he's some weird creep.
He just looks at me with a bored facade and slowly rolled his eyes, sighed, propped his right hand on the table, and leaned on his chin for support.
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Fanfiction"Where the fuck am I?" I blurted out as I regained my consciousness. My voice was hoarse from the strangulation. My body aches. I was tasting the metallic flavor of my own blood. Curse this. I was drugged and dragged here to this place. I began to f...
