The Secrets He Hides: A Min Yoongi Story [WIP]

Part 4: Why They Chose Me

Two men walked through the door. One was tall with short, closely-cropped dark hair and coffee-coloured skin. The other was tall also, if not quite as towering as his companion. His skin was paler, his hair was coloured in an exotic shade of silver and he had one of the most striking faces I'd ever seen.

"Annyeong Haseyo," the elder, taller, broader man said.

"Annyeong Haseyo," I replied back. I thought they looked Korean when they entered, but the phrase (which meant 'hello') confirmed it.

"So you do speak Korean, like they said," the elder raised an eyebrow. "Excellent."

I'd spent two years in Seoul when I was sixteen when my family moved there for a while. My father was a businessman who had to travel a lot and while I'd lived in South Korea, I'd enjoyed it there. The people were welcoming, the cuisine was good, and I'd enjoyed learning the language. I wasn't entirely fluent, but I could hold a conversation with Korean people.

"I'm Dr West," I stood up and introduced myself, explaining how I'd lived in Korea when I was young. "But you can call me Claire if you prefer." 

"My name is Hyun," the elder gave me a slight bow, "And this is Yoongi, who is coming to you for some assistance."

I hadn't recognised him when he'd first walked through the door, but once Hyun said the name, I realised who this beautiful young man was. Min Yoongie, otherwise known as Suga, one of the seven members of the biggest KPop band in the world; BTS.

"Annyeong Haseyo," I greeted Yoongie formally but all he did was incline his head and give me the slightest of smiles. I felt myself blush for no apparent reason and sat back down to try and hide it. "Please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable."

Yoongi looked to Hyun, who nodded towards the couch in front of him. "I shall leave you to it. Yoongi doesn't speak a lot of English, which is why we selected you, being the only Korean speaking counsellor in the city." With that, he gave me a smile then gave the younger man an indecipherable look before turning smartly and leaving us alone."

"I haven't been given any information on you or why you're here," I began, speaking the best Korean I could. "So, if you'd like to start telling me about yourself, that would be great. Can I get you a drink of anything?"

"Could I just have a glass of water? Do you know who I am?" Yoongie said softly. His voice was deep and melodic.

"I don't," I lied. I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. I passed him a drink and he stared at me as he took a sip. "As I said, they haven't given me any information in advance."

"That's a good thing, I think," he replied, fidgeting with his collar. He was wearing a smart white shirt, unbuttoned at the throat and tight black trousers. His smart dress only amplified his attractiveness but I tried not to see him in that way. "So, do I call you Dr West, or are you sure it's okay to call you Claire?"

When he said my name, for some reason my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught slightly in my throat.

It was at that moment that I first got the sense that I may be in trouble.