Speed Demon (btsracer!au)

on my watch

the rest of the day was spent pacing around the balcony outside of the room they had called "mine." i'd like to say the process cleared my head, but i would be lying. i was only doing this so i could finally get the car i'd always wanted. the one my dad always wanted. it was so special to us that we never said its name. it was like saying your wish, it might never happen if you say it. so, i never spoke of it. i knew what it was though. i know what model it was, what engine, every little detail was noted. and i wrote it down.

giving it to hoseok was a painful experience. i felt like a little kid giving santa her Christmas list. he must have noticed my uncertainty, because he gave me a big, gleaming smile. this, however, made me feel worse for taking advantage of this supposedly "kind" man. but i was trading my freedom for this car, so really no one was being taken advantage of.

as soon as i returned to my room, it all hit. this situation. i would be always watched, monitored, and judged. they had full control on my spending and could easily kick me out. while thinking, i apparently wandered too close to the edge of the balcony, because soon i was being tackled by a heavy mass.

the only sound i could hear was my bones hitting the concrete of the balcony. i laid still for a bit, waiting for whoever had tackled me to move, but it took a while. finally, the mass got the cue, and crawled off of me. i rolled over and shook the dust out of my shirt, raising my gaze to yoongi.

"so, how's the weather?"i tried to break the tension.

"why were you so close to the edge?" his tone was harsh but his eyes looked concerned.

"nothing really, just kinda hanging."

"well, hang somewhere safer that doesn't have a 6 story drop,"all concern was wiped out of his eyes and instead replaced with sadness, "you can't die on my watch."