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[04] Heart Attack

There was an awkward silence. The beautiful Korean man sitting across from me was now alert after our interaction, but neither of us were comfortable holding each others gaze for longer than a few seconds.

I tried to entertain myself by playing with the hemline on my shirt. He fiddled around with his phone. I was sure that the phone wasn't going to hold his interest for long. Without any network connection there was only so much he could do.

Occasionally I caught him looking at me, but that was only because I was trying to steal glances of him as well. He just looked so damn familiar. Each time our eyes met I would smile and his eyes would crinkle over his face mask, and then we would both advert our gazes and go back to our respective distractions.

I was the one who broke the silence, as I was about to go absolutely mad with boredom.

"Music?" I asked, pointing at his phone. I decided trying to communicate using minimal words was most effective.

He looked at me, surprised. "Music?" He said back, touching his chest. Okay, so it wasn't super effective.

I shook my head. "Can you play music on your phone?" I clarified, leaning forward and tapping on his device. I tried to ignore the way he pushed back against the wall as I reached forward. He flinched as if he didn't trust me to get too close. Fair enough. Why should he trust me?

Thankfully, he understood this time. His eyes crinkled again as he started busying himself with his phone, settling on something quickly. American music, I noted. I wasn't familiar with who it was, following Kpop was nearly a full time job and I already had one of those too. I stopped paying attention to western pop music a long time ago. Ironically, he probably chose something American out of kindness for me.

My disappointment must have been evident because he tilted his head. "You don't like...?"

"No, no, this is perfect." I said quickly, and I was telling the truth. At least he had good taste. I didn't know what it was, but I liked it. I would have to look it up later. I smiled at him.

I was sure he was smiling back even though I couldn't see it through the damn mask. I held his gaze for longer this time. We sat there looking at each other, my head bobbing slowly side to side to the music and his toe tapping to the beat. It was the most comfortable we had been all night.

My stomach growled loudly, breaking the fragile spell between us. I gasped in surprise and looked around me frantically trying to locate my snacks. I found them in the corner, next to the still ringing emergency phone. "Fucking useless..." I muttered as I hung the phone up and grabbed my snacks.

The Korean man looked at me amused, possibly by my potty mouth. I swore like a sailor these days, probably because of my job. I worked for a general contractor, interacting with blue collar trade workers all the time. Swearing was just how you communicated in that world.

"Sorry," I mumbled, knowing he wouldn't understand why I was apologizing. His tilted head was pretty damn cute though, as he tried to work it out. "Would you like some chips?" I offered, holding up the chip bag hoping my intentions were clear.

"Yes please." He responded quickly, which surprised me. Maybe he knew more English than I gave him credit for.

I tossed him the chip bag that he caught and opened enthusiastically while I tore into the M&Ms. I tossed a handful in my mouth, chewing gratefully knowing that this would quell the ravenous beast in my stomach for the time being. I tilted my head back in pleasure, a moan escaping my lips at the welcome sweetness on my tongue. I picked up another candy and looked at my strange new friend who was blinking at me, wide-eyed.

"Would you like a - wait, why aren't you eating?"

He just looked at me. He seemed... troubled. I felt my pulse elevate as I became more confident that I understood the situation.

He doesn't want to take off his mask. Why wouldn't he want to take off his mask? Unless he-

He coughed, interrupting my thoughts again. His eyes darted around the elevator before he sighed. Slowly he reached up and reluctantly pulled his mask down to his chin.

Time was frozen. No, I was frozen. I couldn't feel my legs. There was no denying who was in front of me now.

Min Yoongi.

I shook my head and chuckled. The universe was clearly trying to give me a heart attack tonight.

Don't freak him out by fangirling too hard.

I swallowed and returned my face to a neutral expression, the despite my jittering insides.

Yoongi tilted his head at my reaction.

"Would y-you like an M&M?" I asked, stifling my urge to squeal. I'm sure my eyes sparkled though. I was still human.

Yoongi nooded slowly.

I tossed a candy to him, thinking he would catch it like the chip bag. It hit him on the nose.

He blinked.

I choked.

I just hit Agust D in the face with an M&M. I might die tonight.