𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑✓

-9-

"Isn't this the starry starry night? By Vincent Van Gogh?"

Yoongi looked over at the woman next to him, being quite impressed by her knowledge in art. "It sure is."

"Wow! I always wanted to see it in person." Anthea exclaimed, her voice going soft near the end of her sentence as she found herself being captivated in the beautiful painting before her.

"I'm surprised you haven't seen it already. Considering you're from France yourself."

Anthea then turned around and began walking towards the other paintings. "Believe it or not, I've only been in Paris for three years."

"What? Seriously?" Yoongi exclaimed, he was now intrigued by the woman's past.

"Well, my parents were always travelling. They were quite the romantic-voyagers. And...I was an accidental child so..." Anthea trailed off, but it didn't seem as though she was hurt by her past.

"Oh...uh. I don't know what to say." The man mumbled, walking at the same pace as the lady. He then noticed the way Anthea walked in her heels and couldn't help but find her stature weird.

"Anyway, they sort of gave up on raising me after a while of negligence, and shoved all their responsibilities to my grandmother, or my mémère. Thats how the rest of my childhood went by." Anthea finished her story, being amused at how attentive Yoongi was at listening to her.

"So you came to Korea with your grandma?" He asked.

"Yeah, my paternal grandma was originally Korean, so she decided to raise me in her old home in busan." Anthea stopped in front of a painting, but instead of admiring it, she looked over at Yoongi behind her. "What about you? Do you have a childhood story to tell?"

"Well...I wasn't fortunate enough to travel so much like you. So I just grew up in a small house in Daegu." Yoongi scratched the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed by the attentive look on Anthea's face. He felt like telling her something funny, after seeing the innocent look on her face, and thought long and hard on what to tell her besides the constant abuse he and his mother had to face because of his father.

"I may or may not have broken a guys tooth or two back in middle school." He suddenly spoke earnestly, gaining a hearty laugh from the woman before him. "What! He was being an asshole, I had to teach him a lesson."

Just as the two continued laughing, Anthea found herself tripping over thin air and fell down on the floor. Gasps errupted from the people around her, and within a second a few - including Yoongi - rushed forward to her to help.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked worriedly, as he helped her stand up straight. Only to find her legs not supporting her as she fell down once again. Anthea could only laugh at herself, as she wondered why she had decided to wear such high heels even after her doctor had specifically told her not to.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She somehow managed to stabilise herself, and with the help of the arm that Yoongi had offered her, she slowly limped forward. Luckily, the people around had continued doing their thing after just asking if the Anthea was alright.

The two decided it was best that they just sat down somewhere and continued their talk, than to further strain her foot and hurt her. So they slowly made their way towards the food court and grabbed themselves a seat.

Suddenly, Yoongi heard Anthea hiss in pain, and immediately stood up to help her. "What's wrong?"

"I think I sprained my ankle." She thought aloud, taking out her heels and rolling her ankle.