Running. That was all Yoongi could do right now. He had to keep running. This hadn't happened in a while, but he had pushed his luck by going out alone. And now here he was, running in the rain from a crowd. With some sharp turns and desperation, he was losing them, but he was also drenched. Surely, he was going to get hell for this if he ended up sick. He didn't even know where he was at this point.
Even as the sound of the crowd was far behind and forgotten by his ears, he kept running. He didn't want to be found. He was running out of energy though. His legs ached. It took a bit longer for him to feel safe enough to stop running. Once he did, he glanced around, not recognizing anything. It was late in the evening, so the lack of proper lighting didn't help."Just my luck..." Yoongi grumbled to himself."Lost in LA in the dark..." This area looked pretty nice though.
The sound of the rain was so loud as it was getting heavier, pouring. Yoongi wondered what he could do. Surely, the rain had ruined his phone by now. How could he call the others or look up directions to get back to the hotel?
"Hello!" a man's voice called from somewhere behind Yoongi, barely heard over the pouring rain.
Spinning around, Yoongi saw a man standing on the small porch of a house, lit cigarette between his fingers. He was skeptical, but the man used his empty hand to wave at him. Maybe this man could help him out, but maybe it would be safer to steer clear of people he didn't know.
The man smiled and waved again."Come here! You're so wet!"
Yoongi had barely understood that. The man was speaking English, which Yoongi knew, but his accent made it a little difficult. Maybe he had heard the man's accent in another country before, but he didn't know which. He couldn't place it. After all, he'd heard so many different languages and accents during world tours that he often found it difficult to distinguish which accent was heard in which country. Pushing that aside, Yoongi took a chance and approached the porch.
"Come on up here." The man took a puff of his cigarette and watched Yoongi ascend the three simple steps to the porch. The overhead sheltered them from the rain here."You are soaked. Are you lost?"
"Yeah, I'm lost." Yoongi confirmed. He was managing to grasp what this man was saying, but he was now distracted by the man's height. He had to peer up at him. This man had to be at least between 16-18 centimeters taller than him.
"You're so cute. What's your name?" This man clearly took an interest in Yoongi, but he showed no signs of being a threat.
So Yoongi gave an answer."My name's Yoongi. And you?"
"Bill." The man now known to be named Bill took another puff of his cigarette, considerately blowing the smoke away from Yoongi, as he didn't know if the shorter man smoked or not. Pulling a pack out of his jeans, he made the offer."Cigarette?"
Yoongi looked at the pack of cigarettes then shook his head just a little."No. I don't smoke."
"Fair enough." Bill stuffed the pack back into his pocket and took a longer drag of his cigarette this time."Would you like to use my phone to call someone? It's inside. I can get it for you."
Now that was definitely what Yoongi needed."Yes, please. That would be so helpful."
Bill took one last puff before putting out his cigarette by pressing it into a dirtied ashtray that was nearby."Do you want to come inside?"
"I will wait here." Yoongi didn't need to go inside and soil a stranger's home just to make a call. It was tempting though. This man seemed nice, and it was rather chilly to stand outside while drenched like this.
"Alright. One minute." Bill opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it wide open as he retreated into a room to get his phone.
As he waited, Yoongi pulled his own phone out of his pocket. Sure enough, it was ruined. It wouldn't turn on as he pressed the button a few times. With a sigh, he slipped it back into his pocket. He tried to think of what the others might be doing right now in the hotel. They were possibly sleeping, working on music, spending time on Vlive, or just goofing around. Now that he thought about this, there was a very big chance that his call wouldn't be answered because they all knew not to answer calls from numbers they didn't recognize. It was still worth a shot though.
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