Stranger feelings ✔️

#21

The news of the arrest of Mr. Witzie was the one that woke me up this morning. I was sleeping in my room for a long time, probably since Taehyung got kidnapped this was the first time.

The news was a happy one and terrifying one at the same time. Happy because Taehyung will be back soon. Terrifying what condition Taehyung will be back in.

I paid Mr. Moodie, the High Minister of Earth, a visit for the afternoon. He had asked for me this morning. He needed my help to spread the news of Witzie's arrest and that they will shut the cafeteria of Felicity down until further notice.

Upon reaching his chamber, all that I could see were papers scattered all around the room.

"Mr. Moodie?"

A hand emerged from the pile of papers that brought my heart to my throat.

"Hana?" It was Mr. Moodie's muffled voice from under the sheets of paper which covered the floor like snow in winter.

"Are you alright?" I asked him.

He emerged out of the pool of papers with an expression that didn't seem to be good. Like he had some bad news to say.

"Mr. Witzie, as you know, was arrested early in the morning. Before being presented to the judging panel, he requested to arrange a meeting with you." He informed as he fished the papers one-by-one from around.

My eyes were wide in surprise. Why would he want to meet me?

"Why?" That was just like firing a gun into the clear sky. Nothing was going to happen. He didn't know the answer to that word.

"I don't know. The guards will escort you to the Central Prison whenever you are comfortable with." He informed and went back to fishing his papers.

"I will find a suitable time," I said. "Before that, do you want my help?" I felt pity in seeing him trying to arrange those nearly million papers.

"I would appreciate that." Saying this, he handed a few sheets to me.

"Paste this on the walls. We need some method to inform the people about the incident. As our beloved Public Representative is the owner behind the scenes, I have to be creative enough to hoe to let people know about this." He sounded exhausted.

"How long have you been doing this?" I inquired as I arranged the papers.

"Since the morning." He replied with a heavy sigh at the end of the words.

That's when the fused light bulb in my head lit.

Jin's virus!

"I have a plan, Mr. Moodie. How about we call the hybrids too?"

"The more the merrier." He replied.

Pocketing out the phone, I dialed Shenaya and asked her to bring Jin with me to Moodie's study.

In a few minutes, they arrived. After explaining the situation to Jin, he took things into his hands and started working on as Yoongi joined him a few minutes later.

"Mr. Moodie, don't worry. We have the right thing which you need." Jin spoke with a confident voice as he typed in the details from the printed sheet.

"Ok guys, you are live savers." Mr. Moodie slumped onto the chair beside him. He looked exhausted from the night-long exhausted works related to the arrest.

"By the Hana, when are you planning to visit Witzie?" He looked at me.

"I'll inform you, sir." Saying this, I motioned Shenaya to talk outside the room.

"What was that all about?" Shenaya asked as soon as we reached a respectful distance away from Mr. Moodie's study.

"Well, Mr. Witzie wants to see me." I looked at Shenaya.

"I understood that. What is that all about?" She was getting impatient as time ticked away.

"I don't know. But I hope he will say where Taehyung was." I started taking steps further away from the study to my room. Shenaya was right on my heels.

"We'll go together. Whatever happens, we will be together." She took hold of my hands as she turned me around, walking towards the study which we just exited.

"Mr. Moodie, can I accompany Hana?" Shenaya asked as soon as she spotted Mr. Moodie.

"Why not?" He questioned back.

"Ok then, we are ready to go by tomorrow morning. Is that okay?" She asked.

I feel like Shenaya is too demanding and takes all the decisions that include my concern all by herself. But when I give it a thought or two, never had the decisions she took, brought any kind of discomfort. Like never. Even if she is too stubborn, she never broke my trust by being bossy in my life. It was like she knew what the best for me was.

After the lite conversation with Mr. Moodie, we went back to our room to start our packing. Even if it was for just a day, I had to pack enough things to last me a day. That included my Orthrux, and a few clothes; nothing more.

Life will be on a fresh path after Witzie reveals where Taehyung is. The thoughts about him never left my mind. It was like after he disappeared; he was living in my mind. The thoughts of his whereabouts and well-being were all that I had every day. And tomorrow is the day when I will realize whether he'll come will come back to me or not.

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I'm so sick of things. Someone I know said every K-pop artist looks the same to them. I mean it's your opinion, but do understand that if your opinion hurts others feelings, it's better not to say your opinion.
More than that, if all Asians looks same to you, it's your problem, not theirs nor their fans. It's your bloody eye problem!
I was this close to swear at that person. If social distance wasn't an issue, that person would've been inside a coffin by now.

And I know things are skyrocketing in the book...