My Song For You [JJK]

III

"So you were stupid enough to miss your train, Miss Bae?". I reluctantly nod at the man in front of me and he sighs.

"The best I can do for you is get your luggage out at the next station and you can collect your belongings from there, I'll inform them."

"Okay, Thank you. But, Sir, How am I supposed to get there?"

He gives me a blank look, eyebrows raised, "How am I supposed to know that? Just be there by 7:00 am, That's when the help desk gets opened."

I decide to control my urges to knock out his crooked teeth and simply nod. Why is it that people from help desks are never helpful?

Grumbling a few profanities, I make my way out of the small room and out of the station. Trying to come up with a plan in my head, I kick the pebbles along the road. "What do I do?! This is all his fault! That damned white shirt!", I roar.

As if on cue, A familiar coconut head comes into the sight, walking a few meters ahead of me. Anger and frustration takes over my head and I loose it. Letting out an ugly war-like cry, I charge towards my jinx. 

Startled by the inhuman voice, the man turns around with wide eyes just as I get a hold on his collar, shaking him violently, "This is all your fault, You arrogant piece of shit! Look how I ended up just because I wanted to be nice and helped you!"

Regaining his balance, His eyes darken with annoyance as he grabs my hand, a little too tightly and says, "No, You ended up this way because you were being nosy. I told you multiple times to fuck off."

With a slight struggle, I free my hands and scoff, "The world is really rotting now, people like you are just not worth the time and efforts!"

"Was I the one who asked for your efforts or your time?" He cocks his eyebrow and I roll my eyes.

"You're right. I'm the crazy one here." I keep my calm when he nods at my remark and continue, "Now, If you'll excuse me, I have problems to figure out." 

With that, I walk past him, not sparing him another glance. Muddled with thoughts of how I will get to the next station, I walk with my head low. 

I pull out my phone, hoping to call my family to get help but disappointment is what I face for there's no signal here. No shit, Y/N, You're literally in the middle of nowhere. 

I pat through my jeans and hoodie only to fish out a 10,000 won bill. Great, I'm out of money too!

 My parents are gonna kill me, for sure. I told them that I'd be back by tonight but yeah, That's so not gonna happen.

Grumbling under my breath, I keep walking in whatever direction I had been following. All of a sudden, my feet slips on something muddy and I tumble down a rough path and get smacked harshly by a load of mud. A surge of pain hits my right knee and I find a slight scrape on it, visible through the ripped jeans.

Shuffling of footsteps near the entrance of the ditch and a familiar coconut head peeks in, partially amused and just a slight bit worried, "Are you okay?"

I glare at him. Yes, It's really refreshing down here! After a long day of working, travelling and getting lost, This is exactly what I needed. A bath in the mud!

"What're you doing down there?!" He asks, a hint of amusement in his voice as he presses his lips together to suppress a laugh. I roll my eyes and shoot back with sarcasm, "Oh, I'm camping!"

He huffs and folds his arms, "Then I guess you don't need my help getting out.". He starts to walk away and a little panic buds within me, so I desperately call out, "No, Wait!"

He stops in his tracks and looks down, meeting my pleading eyes. I notice a spark flash through his eyes, Or It might've been a trick of the poor lighting. Nevertheless, He extends his arm towards me and I reach out for it. Just as I was about to grab it, he retracts and poses, "What's the magic word?"

Suppressing my will to curse him out in a million ways, I speak through gritted teeth, "Please."

A hearty chuckle escapes his mouth as he extends his arm again. My heart pauses at the sound of his laugh for a second, It's so beautiful. His voice is as charming as his face. Blinking myself out of the trance, I grab his hands tightly and he pulls me up.

What're you doing, Y/N?! You've Yoongi! 

But then again, there's nothing wrong or immoral to admire a man's voice, even if you're vowed to someone else. One should know how to appreciate art. And his face and Voice? An alluring form of art.

His hands snap in front of my face and I jerk back to the real world, "What? Huh?"

"I asked, How are you gonna get back now?" He asks and for a minute, I get taken aback by his concern. He must've noticed it too as he takes a step back and clears his throat, "I don't feel guilty or anything, It's just unsafe for a girl to walk around like this..."

"I just need to get to the next station by 7:00, tomorrow morning. They'll give me back my luggage and I'll call my dad to pick me up."

"How are you gonna get there?"

Silence.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?"

Silence.

He puffs out an exasperated breath and snaps, "How can you be so stupid?! What are you gonna do in the middle of nowhere?!"

I got nothing for him because I was just as clueless. But just for the sake of defending myself, I argue back, "I can ask you the same thing! What're you gonna do now? What are your plans for survival, Mr. genius?"

He gulps down hard and looks away, As if he wants to reply but is too conflicted to. Instead he just walks away after mumbling, "Let's go."

Confused and exhausted, I ask, "Where?"

He simply points to a shabby old inn, A couple of hundred meters ahead of us and resumes walking silently.