Bridge To My Heart

PART 8 - Taking a leap

In the turmoil of your emotions, you get into your car and pull out of the driveway, dead set on your destination.

'Fuck Yoongi.' Is all you can think as you reverse and speed through the night, your eyes spilling tears spilling tears. Your fierce glare remains focused on the dark road ahead of you. The lack of a GPS didn't seem to hinder your ability to know exactly where you were going as you navigated the empty streets.

Taking the corners like a racecar driver; sharp, swift movements as you shift the gears back and forth, tyres screeching as they frictioned on the tar, you barely adhere to any road signs. You needed the speed, the danger, to cast out your anger, your fears, any doubts you might have had.

You need the adrenaline for what you're about to do. You ignore the blare of your phone vibrating on the passenger's seat, praying to the deities that Jin would listen and stay at the office, and not leave to come to you.

Frustratedly wiping away the evidence of your sorrows, you pull up to the office block you'd visited just a few days ago. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find Jin's black SUV parked in its designated spot, even though a flicker of panic rises in you as you step out of the car and shut the door, coming face to face with yourself in the reflection you see from your window.

You look like a mad woman, your puffy red eyes still damp with residual tears. You rub at your eyes, give a few pats to your cheeks to draw blood to the surface of your pale face, so you look less like a corpse and more like yourself. Satisfied, you pull the knot on your coat tighter around your waist.

The twelve-storey building was dark, every window blacked-out, except for one in the left wing of the fifth floor. As if entranced by the light - the light at the end of the tunnel, it seemed - you walk on nimble feet and enter the large building. Tiptoeing, despite the reception being dimly-lit and empty, like a thief in the night you steal towards the staircase, strangely afraid of taking the lift and alerting him of your arrival.

Mouthing a 'thanks' towards the heavens for the lack of security in the building, relieved that you didn't have to do this walk to shame by encountering anyone, you take the stairs two at a time.

When you reach the landing on the fifth floor, your pulse racing and enough adrenaline coursing through your veins to spur you on, you pull down the handle to his office door and step inside.

"Y/N." there was recognition in his voice, almost as if he'd been expecting you to barge into his office at this hour. He's seated at his desk, a folder between his hands, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose.

He places the file down and removes his glasses, and is about to stand up when you stop him.

"Sit." you smirk when his eyes go wide at your command. He obeys, much to your delight, giving you the exact amount of confidence you need to boost your next move.

He leans back in his large leather chair, folding his arms across his chest. There's a fleeting look of amusement that quickly disappears when you lift an eyebrow in challenge.

Good. He gets the hint that you're not playing games now.

You brush a hand across your neck, willing him to follow the movement with his eyes. When he finally takes the bait and drops his gaze to your fingers scantily caressing your skin, you drift the back of your hand down the lapels of your coat. Wrapping your fingers around the two ends of the belt, you tug, once, twice, untangling the knot, and letting your coat fall smoothly off your back, dropping in a pile behind you.

Walking forward, you slide the spaghetti-straps of the blue silk dress off your shoulders. His mesmerized eyes sparkle and glimmer as he watches the flimsy dress whisper down your body as you make your way towards him.