"Until we meet again. Take care, Hope" he whispered.
His voice kept recurring in her mind, he called her by her name, he knew her name, this new information was frightening her so much "why did he know my name" or "how did he know my name"
Not many people were aware of her name, she rarely tells them, the only person that was entitled to call her by her name was Yoongi, no one else. How dare he, her name reminds her of those unpleasant days, those darknesses, that she's desperately trying to forget but people won't let her, her name sounded nice when it was him saying it, at work her colleagues usually entitle her by her position, and she doesn't know anyone else outside of her work, she never even socialized with her workers or anyone for that matter, so very few people were familiar with her actual name and she preferred it that way.
It wasn't that she hated the name itself just the memories that followed, Yoongi gave it to her, it meant so much, the importance it held, the serenity he felt because of this name, made it so much more then just a name she cherished it, but only when he was the one enunciating it, with other people she felt precarious, scared, because all those dreadful recollections comes crashing back when someone else says it.
Him saying it felt different... unusual, she felt weird, it made her quiver but it wasn't fear, it wasn't buoyant, her ears yearned to hear him say it again, she was startled by the fact that he knew, yet all she could think about was him saying it again, what was he implying when he said, "until we meet again" why are we meeting again, why was he stirring up her life out of nowhere, who the hell was he, why does he always shows up and leave like thin air. He disappears and then reappears, what the hell is wrong with this guy... all these notions were fogging her mind while she was still stuck to her bed, incapable to move.
Looking down at her now wrapped up foot, she rolled her eyes seriously he bandaged me up, what an unusual guy, what freaked her out was that she was smiling looking at it, she has gone crazy, an intruder entered your house Hope and you're smiling about it she's undoubtedly messed up.
Mustering up her determination, she stood and looked around for anything out of place or if anything was missing, he wasn't a thief... he didn't take anything, nothing was missing, nothing was out of place, then "what was the point of him showing up to my apartment" "what was he doing" "how long was he here for"... she was going insane thinking about all the probabilities of why was he here... nothing she couldn't think of anything.
Closing the window she stared at the path he must have followed when he left awhile ago,
making sure it was locked she rested down in her bed, closing the lights she tried calling yoongi again, he didn't pick up, that jerk, she played some songs to distract herself from her alarming thoughts, she was anxious that he will show up again and finally finish her once and for all, her songs being the only escape right now, she struggled to sleep, it took hours before she finally drifted off...____
I'm going to the cops right now" yoongi yelled this is not normal Hope, "you shouldn't just forget about it you were hurt"
Yoongi contended.
"But yoongi we don't have prove, what are you going to do when they ask for evidence, showing just my wounded foot is not enough and I don't want to get involved with the police, they never help anyways" she has been trying to assure yoongi for practically an hour now...After last night she went straight to yoongi the first thing in the morning she was honestly scared to be alone in that apartment, but she knew that she had to go back someday, "wouldn't want to invade his privacy" deciding to tell him about everything was probably a bad decision, he was worried because of her, just a day before, he didn't take it seriously at all, but now with her being injured, it was too dangerous, her safety has always comes first for him, he would destroy the dude if he had to for her, nobody can hurt her, nobody...
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