It was frosty, but comfortably enough, ambiance outside.
The night breeze was able to strike short prickles on the bare skin but it felt lighter with please when the bareness was covered with enough thick apparel. Those who were young, and had the slot still in the mind that pleasure of life is existent whenever people desired to find it, would take a gentle walk through the pathway after leaving the workplace.
I was young, I was aware, but circumstance didn't suit me. It never had.
"Y/N-ssi," I nodded to the person as he hunched a bit with his posture and directed his hand toward the way I should follow to the parking section. Taehyung yawned standing nearby, His standing ethereality corresponded to a Grevin wax statue. His riveting eyes fixed onto an unknown beyond, appearing as dark as the hazy blackness around a streetlight, with a white slit of sheen in a corner. When they came back to the existing world for a time, he glanced at me, a resting, nonchalant smile on his face.
"Hello, V." I greeted him. He didn't, "Is Jimin gonna take too long?"
"He is coming."
"This brat is late everywhere. Others left already. And only I gotta share the same ride with him, God!" He sighed lowly. Jimin emerged through the doorway soon, greeting both of us with a short smile, "Hey guys! Sorry, it took a minute."
"An hour, buddy. Hour..." Taehyung rolled his eyes and hopped inside the car. Jimin followed afterward and looked at me, "C'mon."
After all settled in, the car rushed to the main street.
Taehyung sprawled onto the seat and plucked out his headset, plunging into his own symphonic world as his eyes slowly started to droop to a compulsive half-sleepiness. Jimin had excused the driver and took the job on himself, so he seated onto the driver's. The cacophony turmoiling outside was cut off by the closed windows leaving to a diluted silence inside. It was comfortable.
"The company doesn't yet know about me staying at you guys' place," I said, "Are you not gonna tell about this?"
Jimin's eyes were fixed onto the street, he left a quick glimpse at me, "It's better, if we don't yet. I don't think they will agree with the decision of keeping you at our place. We have to be alert about other a few matters too," He twirled the steering wheel, "Especially the paparazzis. They can be anywhere."
"I think it would've been better if we just reached out to the police," I said in an innocent voice, noticing the small yet noticeable wariness sailing on his face at my words, "How long can I stay at your place either? Plus, if someone is after me for a specific reason, it can bring about any harm to y'all too."
"Y/N." He halted me, "Don't sweat yourself on this too much. We'll take care of it on your behalf, soon. And informing the police at the station would do nothing better anyways. They'll probably write down another case and give you one or two men for protection, and they'll roam around you for some while not even knowing what to do."
"Still don't like the police? Gosh..." I sighed lowly, "then mind me telling how you are gonna take care of this? Hmm?"
"I...Hyungs have sources...Jin Hyung has a distant relative, he works in a high post in the police department. He said he'll be helping in this. It's better than that way, right?"
Damn that was a quick thought out excuse. I mouthed a small inaudible "okay" at him.
"Tae," He looked back softly at the male, "Sleep if you are too tired, you don't gotta try to stay awake. It's gonna take some while to reach too, so."
Taehyung smiled back in reply and curled himself to a smaller cluster, letting his eyes to stay closed for longer time.
It was silent again for some time. I remembered when there used to be a time when all it prevailed was some awkwardness around him, and how silence used to provoke the sensation. But now it didn't feel like that anymore, and it was I who wanted to talk, wanted to hear his voice again. There was something about it, his voice, delicately delight yet had the quite manliness that was supposed to be there, which made you having a drive to have him on radio in a loop so that you could hear him parroting all day.
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Enigma II : Magic Card
Mystery / ThrillerShe met them, faced them, encountered them, was about to arrest them all in chains and manacles. But every story has a plot twist. When in hers it appeared, the chase of the case took a whole new different route. Seven boys, seven tales, when all co...