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💘CHAPTER 1
"Dear Mark,
There’s no fucking way—”
No. That was too agressive.
“Dear Mark,
I cannot meet your requirements now. I'm a fraud.
My sincere apologies,
Y/N"
You cleaned up the email draft you were trying to write to your english teacher for the third time. With Yoongi on your mind it was hard to do anything, even something as easy as writing a sloppy excuse in five lines. Your head was still throbbing with last week's events as your ears now attentively followed the crackling of the fireplace in the gigantic Seoul National University’s library.
One week. There’s no trace of Yoongi, let alone Namjoon, and your hatred for Seoul only grew as strong as the rain pouring outside the big old building. "Namjoon got into a f—fist fight?" Jinji yelled when you told her about the news on the phone. When you and few students managed to separate Namjoon and Min Yoongi right before anyone could call the police, you and Yoongi ended up alone at the very center of the campus as Namjoon was being carried away towards the dorms, far away from you and the blonde boy near you. You remembered it as clear as the Word page right in front of your eyes — Yoongi the back of his hand under his bleeding nose, and he finally looked at you, you felt his heavy gaze at your figure lightening something inside of you that seconds before had been extinguished from your body. He wanted you to say something, to finally make up your mind.
Before you met Min Yoongi, you didn’t know anything about love problems. You thought you did.
But you didn’t. Jinji, Namjoon, you. The classic crew of pretty and neat students who got A’s on everything and hung around the cafeteria a lot. Everything in your life could be described as perfectly scripted, until the day you met him, a month ago.
It all started with casual fucks inside empty rooms over teacher’s desks, the smile on your face always there even while he was thrusting hard inside you. Yoongi made you feel free. That was a fairly odd combination of a couple — you felt increasingly turned on by his fuckboy persona, and well, he was more than satisfied by fucking the immaculate girl out of all others girls he had done many times before.
Namjoon fell quietly one day, the first time he spoke out about the issue, when the three of you were at the cafeteria filling assignments and he spotted your eyes glued to Yoongi as he entered the place with a girl. “Y/N, frankly, don’t you think he’s using you?” Namjoon snapped, a worried look all over his face. You didn’t pay much attention to the cockiness on his voice, “No,” you commented, flipping a page, “I don’t think so”.
You never dealt well with pressure, and feeling him so close to you that evening after his fight with Namjoon, his nose bleeding, and maybe for the first time without the familiar sex tension that used to hover the air whenever you were close enough to feel the heat of his body, it was enough proximity to you. That day you sort of ran away, because being alone with Yoongi was nothing less than intimidating.
It was awful, actually. You stole his car. And you escaped as you watched him curse like a demon by the rear view mirror. That day, an hour before the fight happened, Yoongi gave you his keys while you watched the baseball team practice. “You’re too much trouble for your own sake. Just wait for me there and I’ll give you a ride instead” Yoongi shaked his keys in front of your eyes as his lips formed a very familiar smirk. You commented you could go home walking but Yoongi didn’t seem to find the idea very appealing, insisting that he could take you there if you waited for him. The corners of your lips were as high as the sky, a gummy smile also marking his own pretty lips, and you couldn’t care less if anyone at the bleachers could see you and him. You couldn’t care less about anything when you were with Min Yoongi, honestly. But then Namjoon happened, punching him right away for no apparent reason while Yoongi walked from a class to another, much before you could lock eyes with him again and smiles poured from you both. Everything was too much for you, it was too much. Falling for a boy who doesn’t care about anything but himself, and who now just engaged into a fight with your best friend.
When you arrived home that day, your head was spinning. 'What did I do?' Were the words. You parked the car in front of his and Taehyung’s apartment, slipped the keys under the front door, and ran home in the rain. The next couple days, when you couldn’t spot him in the streets anymore nor around campus, the most obvious thing to assume was that Yoongi really got arrested. “Don’t be stupid Y/N, nobody gets arrested for fighting at school” Jinji wisely smiled, passing a hot cup of tea to your hands the other day at the cafeteria. Jinji said she saw him around her house and you noticed on Tuesday the car disappeared from the spot where you left it.
After a whole week without your eyes meeting his in the aisles of the campus, it was kind of comforting to be alone. But after some time, the silence started to feel deafening. Especially because Min Yoongi was still in your head.
You gluped your coffee and turned to the notebook's open screen.
"Dear Mark..."
7 days before
"Since you're fucking Y/N behind my back, all I could hope for was that you’d at least tell her what a fucking dick you are."
When Namjoon struck the first punch you could swear you heard the crack of Yoongi's nose breaking.
That wild crack echoed in your head for a long time as you watched all that violence as if it was a tragic play.
You couldn’t tell what was worse — the sick look on the face of the girls stopping by — or Namjoon’s face slowly warping under Yoongi's wrists.
You could only snap back to reality when you hear Joonie call your name. Then you wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s waist and tried to push him away from your friend’s swollen face.
Today
Distracted, you look at the fireplace, yawning as your eyes fill with water, but soon enough snapping back to reality as tou hear your notebook being roughly closed with a clack.
You instantly jump, looking at the hand that closed it, his palm still flat over the apple design on it. Your eyes follow his veiny arm all the way up to his face, an unmistakable frown hovering above your head. It’s Yoongi.
The clothing style still remained the same — the classic black pants and white shirt, not forgetting his pale and veiny neck where your eyes instantly landed. But once you got there, Yoongi's face was what worried you the most. He looked like the Yoongi you saw at the first frat party you went that year, clearly alive and addictive, as if the more you look at him, the more you feel the need to do it so. He was the exact same, except for the purple bruise above his eyebrow. Judging by the expression on his pale face, Yoongi was very annoyed.
Before saying anything you noticed all the girls were looking at you, or better said, staring at Yoongi while he stared at you. A sense of power took control of you. “Wanna talk?” You give him your best yellow smile. He doesn’t look much affected, of course. His eyes are bright, and not in a necessarily good way. You’ve fantasized this encounter hundreds of times this week, and in your head in none of those Yoongi had such a strong brightness in his pretty eyes.
"About the theft of my car? Of course I want!” He exclaims and you instantly place your own hand firmly over his so that he speaks lower, while your cheeks become crimson by the feeling of his cold skin under your palm.
"Maybe somewhere else?" You suggested. Yoongi twists his neck to the left, his eyes narrowing.
“Anything else the princess might want?”
"Yoongi, please..." You stand up but you’re gently pushed down by Yoongi's grip on your shoulder, making you sit down on the bench again. At that point the whole library was watching over you both. Not that you were making too much noise, it’s Yoongi who seemed to be a magnet of attention.
"I don’t wanna talk," He breathes heavily, "I want it back.” You trace his lips with your eyes while your confused mind recalls last week's events.
“Yoongi, I put it under your door,” you almost whined out the words, his face still indifferent while he watched you carefully.
“Put what?” He cocks his head to the side. It didn’t need much for Yoongi to put you under his control. Panic shot through your veins, knowing very well that everyone's eyes were on you while the familiar tightness started to rise in your stomach and your core started pulsing under your skirt, despite all your efforts to remain neutral under his dazzling gaze. That was so stupid, you thought, trying to get yourself out of his spell.
“The keys…” You barely whispered, already aware he didn’t talk about those.
Yoongi pulled your hand, making you stand up, the redness you were trying so hard to keep away finally shoting through your cheeks, an unbelieving look on your face in response to what he just did, touching you in front of everyone. You slipped your notebook through the opening of your backpack with your free hand and followed him outside the library as he leaded you.
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There was a time where you and Yoongi wouldn’t even look at each other. You’d both ignore and act as completely strangers, only for hours later fill an empty room with the sound of your moans mixed together. You were confident enough to be seen with him and not worry about your reputation being affected, but you always thought that being seen as one of Yoongi’s fucks wasn’t good enough for you. Still, Yoongi didn’t seem to have a problem with avoiding you too. He was very popular among the mass of students, but he wasn’t the type to hang out with your type of crew. And you’re probably seen by his friends as a goody-goody, anyways. So the interaction was very restricted at some point — after the no-interaction-at-all phase. Yoongi would sometimes push a lock of hair from your shoulders when passing by you down the hallways, or winking at you casually, that was nothing far from a cliche, the bad guy annoying the smart and pure beauty queen. Still, Namjoon and Jinji — and you suspected the whole school as well — picked up what was going on very quickly, but none of them said anything about it, just giving you reprimanding stares whenever.
You couldn’t believe you came to this point. Not that you cared about anyone’s opinion, but during this last month you’ve been doing and also feeling things you have never ever before. You couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad thing.
Yoongi trapped your body between his and the wall, quickly locking the door of the room he had just pushed you into. You watched his lips carefully, and his breathtaking profile, but when he turned to you again you lost all the words you had pinned on your tongue. Yoongi was beautiful. His eyes, his eyebrows, his dyed hair all messy just as always. His pretty jaw and his soft-looking lips. Everything on him was beautiful, but dangerous at the same time. He was beautiful to look at, but dangerous to touch. You sometimes couldn’t understand why did he choose you, the boring kid — Yoongi had so many façades you could spend a whole day with him and still don’t know a third of who he his.
You expected him to kiss you, to touch you as always; but he remained silent, looking into your eyes, and a moment later throwing his arm stiff-open above your head, taking a step back and looking down. “Why did you ran?”
Your throat suddenly felt entailed. “What—”
“Why did you ran away? Why didn’t you go after your friend?” He repeated himself. You gluped even with your throat dry. In fact, that’s the first time you think of your actions in this perspective. Even while wondering what’s going on inside Yoongi’s mind, you can’t help but feel the damp spot in your panties. That was all his fault.
“I— I don’t know exactly.”
He inhaled heavily, lifting his head up to face you. “Good. That’s the first of the things i wanted to ask you.” His hand fell from the wall to your head, grabbing a generous piece of hair there and massaging your scalp gently. His other hand traveled under your skirt, his index finger tracing your panties and sending a throb to your sensitive spot.
You gluped once again, not really sure about what to expect from this. “Now tell me Y/N, why do you think Kim Namjoon punched me?” The feeling of his cold fingers moving so slowly through the piece of clothing was actually torture. You tried to rock your hips against his hand desperately, yet keeping your voice restrained in annoyance at his pace. “I don’t know.”
“Do you fuck him?” He promptly asked.
“No, of course not!” You exclamed the words, watching his expression of pure anger easing a bit at your answer.
“Good” he growled. You felt the lacey material of your panties being tugged to the side and the touch of his fingers bare finally at your bare core, making your hips buck in anticipation. A moan slipped through your lips and Yoongi quickly adjusted his fingers right where you needed to feel him the most. “Then why does he act like you’re his?”
“Why are you doing this?”, you cried out.
“Because, Y/N,” he shifted you over, gluing one of your cheeks to the wall and your ass to his hips, his mouth leaning over your ear, “I want it all back. You, all of you. I want you back.”
Bingo. Yoongi didn’t like the way Namjoon treated you as if you were his. You were dying to tell Yoongi that he was nothing but your friend, that you’d jump a bridge for him if he simply said he was yours; But you couldn’t. You couldn’t know if Yoongi was seriously speaking about you being his. Maybe you misunderstood his words? All the flirting, the smiles in front of everyone, maybe that’s what he do? You didn’t care if people knew you fucked him, but you definitely cared too much to be the broken hearted cliche.
In one fluid motion you were shifted to face him again but his arms tangled around your ass and lifted you from the ground. Then he sat you on the desk and he kissed you. His kisses were always slow but this one was as exploring as your first kiss, sending butterflies to your stomach. How come could this man make you feel things over and over again?
But as soon as his fingers got back to where you needed a slam in the door ceased his action, making you jump.
You were pretty sure Yoongi would keep going anyways if he wasn’t so annoyed today. “Yeah?” he inquired cocking his head over to have better vision of the door. Yoongi wouldn’t have moved a muscle if it was any other common student, but standing next to it one of the guys from Yoongi’s class was petrified at your sight. It was so clear how Yoongi’s friends would stood up from the mass of students; just like him, the boy had darkish skinny jeans and a big grey hoodie on him, and a backpack falling from one of his shoulders. Your cheeks flushed from his tense stare but Yoongi adjusted your skirt back in place, as if he just read your mind. “S-shit hyung, I’m sorry. Sungjae said you were down the hallway. He said you had company but I didn’t know it was her.”
You just wanted to hide your face in Yoongi’s hoodie. “Yeah?”, you felt his thumbs caressing your knees, “Now that you’ve seen it why don’t you go back and tell Sungjae so that he can have a more accurate info?”
“I— I actually came to talk to Y/N.”
Your eyes went wide. “Talk to me?”, both guys now looked at you. You slipped your hips through the desk until your feet reached the ground and Yoongi’s hands were forced to leave your thighs. You walked towards your backpack but didn’t move from there. “What is it about?”
The guy’s cheeks flushed and his big doe eyes traveled to the side, “Something… Something happened to your car.”
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Yes, besides being a car thief, you actually had your own thing going on.
Your usual parking spot was right beside Kook’s — you heard someone call him like this —, so you thought it was very thoughtful of him to let you know about the situation even though you both just shared smiles and good mornings whenever. Yes, you knew he was Yoongi’s friend, but that was actually the first time you two spoke. Now the three of you stood mesmerized at the sight of your old Mustang.
The red paint stained four big letters on the white lustrous hood — ‘SLUT’ was imprinted there, like a big ol’ reminder that would probably cost a lot to be erased both from your car but your mind as well.
Your heard the noise of sneaky pictures being taken from you standing in front of the fallacious insult, however, you didn’t care that much, you didn’t even turn your head to see who was it. You cared that someone just vandalized your car, but you didn’t for the fact that now everyone knew and was gossiping about that. Your mind raced through every name you knew, not giving any special attention to any in particular. You thought you might not want to know.
“I’ve got a class now” you heard Jungkook on your side, side-eyeing to see him looking at his phone screen. “Are you coming too hyung?”
You took couple seconds to realize he was talking to Yoongi. He has been so quiet for the past couple minutes that you had actually forgotten he had the same view as you, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks flushing in anger. You didn’t know where did that came from, but it did, and Yoongi fell petrified at your stare. “I know who did it.”
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CHAPTER 3
I walk home alone, and by chance, in the middle of the path I meet Uncle Pete on his car going home too. He leans against the sidewalk and I enter, the hot air striking me instantly. The backseat of his car is clogged. “What are those things?” I ask. I turn the heater toward me and he looks at me annoyed.
“Christmas stuff.”
“Already?”
“Mhm.”
“I'll help you out then.”
“Ava called.”
“My mom called?”
“She called” and after that we were silent. Uncle Patrizio was the adult of my childhood. He never brought me any clothes at my birthdays, he stole the sweets from the table before dinner and always let me stay up late. Well, he pretty much is still my favorite adult ever and I like to talk to him. He doesn’t ask stupid questions. The news that my mom called upset me until we got home, and I knew Uncle Pete wouldn’t say a word about it unless I asked.
I don’t. I even help Aunt Margot with dinner, while my uncle spends bad bites to hang the Christmas lights on the fireplace and on the moose's head. I end up sitting on the couch with him to eat Pretzels and watch some reality show about overweight people. It’s in one of those that he releases, “Do you want me to tell you? It needs to be now or I'll forget.”
It's a lie. Lie, lie. Uncle Pete has an elephant's memory, he wants to tell me soon to get rid of the bomb. “No, uncle. Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Because?”
“I agreed to go out with Tae.”
He narrows his eyes nearsighted. “Should I call the police?”
I laugh and give him a nod before going up to my room. At what time will Yoongi pick me up? And I don’t even know for sure he's coming. Everything seemed to be running too fast. I don’t know if I should meet him in the bar, or if he lied and we're not going anywhere. If that's the case, he’s probably going to make Taehyung really pissed. I wonder to what kind of girls he promised a ride.
I pick up my things and take a long shower. Dry and streght my hair with a lot of patience. It's almost eleven already and I don’t know if I should hurry or if I have time. I put on any clothes for dinner, get some coffee, and go upstairs again. This time, I'm standing in the middle of the hall wishing I wasn’t an idiot, I have no idea what kind of clothes to put on. I panic. After dressing and undressing a thousand times, I end up in a fair black dress — simple, but effective.
I don’t know why am I going, though. I love Tae, but it’s not like I’m too enthusiastic to meet anyone in this town. Besides Yoongi, who’s already too much for me to take at once. Yet, I just try to take out of my mind that I’m going for him, and not for Tae. I’m not.
When I come down again, I get a frown from my uncle, but he says nothing. The two of them stay there for a little while and then go upstairs, leaving me alone on the couch with only the light of the television burning in the dark house, my eyes glazed on the wall clock.
The hours drag on and I put into my head he won’t come. I change the channels non-stop and as the night gets more uninteresting I almost destroy the buttons on the remote control in rage. I'm already spread all over the couch enjoying a really bizarre transformations reality show when I hear a dry engine noise approaching the house and off soon after. I sit up, my heart popping. It’s not possible...
I try my best to pick up the bunch of keys from the hook without waking anyone with the click of my heel on the hardwood floor. There’s a breathing noise from the other side of the door. I open the it and there he is, with his arm upright propped on the doorframe. His eyes narrow to me, bright. “Nice dress.”
Is that all he has to say?
That's enough, because I almost freeze. He wears open an overcoat and a leather jacket under it, a white t-shirt underneath all of that and it’s collar letting the tattoos down his neck come to life. Black trousers, messy hair and lips purple from cold, Yoongi is an outrage.
“It's almost two” I cross my arms over my chest and glimpse at the wheels of his car, refusing to stare at the stunning boy in front of me any longer. I can feel him frowning.
“I said I'd come.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Really?” A cynical smirk crosses his lips “Then you shouldn’t wait for me awaken” Yoongi walks away from the doorstop and nods “We can talk in the car. Come on, we're late.”
He puts his coat over my shoulders and pulls me out, giving me only a few seconds to lock the house before being dragged out without even turning off the TV. He continues to take me to the impeccable black Chevrolet Impala parked in front of the yard. I've never liked older cars, but this one is so sleek it seems to have come straight from an exhibition.
I start to get very angry at his pace and nail my heels into the snow, forcing him to stop. Realizing what I was trying to do, Yoongi turns and stares at me, waiting for me to speak. “What?”, and I realize I have nothing to say. He said he'd come and now he's here. Yoongi’s still there, frowning, standing in front of me expecting me to say something important. “If you wanna quit I understand, but I'm going to go and I'm not in order to be late” he demands, “Do you want to come in or not?” He opens the car door for me with one hand and spreads the other in his hair impatiently.
I don’t thank him when I enter his fucking car. He slams the door on my face and seconds later he's sat by my side, not too happy either. If you didn’t want to serve me then why did you offer it? If you didn’t want to take me then why did you volunteer?
Of course my misdirected anger is fading, since Yoongi doesn’t seem to give a damn and I'm not very accustomed to it. The night in that part of Burford is quiet and ghostly, but it doesn’t take long to get into the freeway. Something in the way he drives with just one hand makes me want his free one on my thigh. But no, his other hand is sitting on the gear shift. The whole car smells like perfume — the one I felt earlier in the bar — mint, leather seats and... sex.
Latex, to be more precise. I don’t say anything, but I move in the seat a little uncomfortable to imagine how many girls have already sat in my place. Yoongi must’ve sensed my expression of pure dread. “What?” He looks at me. I must’ve made an even bigger panic expression. The warm air of the car begins to get thinner for both of us.
“Nothing” I feel his eyes on me for a moment and then he looks at the road as well. We’re silent for some time, long enough for my fingers start to itch to turn the radio on. I wonder what was the last song he listened to, and which would start playing if I turned it on. And if we’ll go all the way in silence, and if he wasn’t afraid to show up there before hitting a dealer. I’d be.
I'm so lost on my thoughts that I jump when he talks again, his raspy voice penetrating my spine “You know Tae’s mocking you, don’t ya?” I almost choke on the air. I stare at him, and he stares back at me and sighs heavily when he notices I need an explanation. “Oh, please” He lowers his head and rubs his eyelids with his thumb and forefinger open, then stretches out to me in a louder voice “Jade's is...” he looks for the word for a while “It's not for you.”
“Well, I think that's not your problem, really. Why did you even offered to take me there anyways?” I look outside the window feeling my veins pulsating in anger.
I feel his stare at me for a while and I get the impression he's going to kick me out of the car, but he just shrugs. “Right.”
“What?”
He laughs. “Nothing. Do you wanna listen?” And indicates the radio with his head.
“No, thank you” I say and he turns it on anyway. Some indie band starts playing. “If you were going to turn it anyways” I say slowly, “Why did you ask me then?” The slight discomfort in my temples indicates that the conversation must end. Luckily, he doesn’t answer. He only engages the fourth and sinks the foot on the accelerator.
“If you really wanna know,” he starts, very annoyed this time, running his free hand through his hair in a smug way, “Tae just invited you to go because he’s teasing you.”
“Mh? Teasing me?” I look at him.
Tae was always like that when we were kids. He’d climb a tree, then he would help me to do it too, cause I had to, cause it’s so fun Faye, don’t be afraid to climb it too. I’ll be holding ya. I injured my knee that day. He’d swim from a side to another on the river, so I had to do the same, even though I didn’t knew how to. It’s not simple teasing. It’s him. Yoongi would never understand.
“He knows it's not a place for you, and yet he invited you. And I just really offered to take you because then I have an excuse to go without being pissed off” a smirk appears on his lips “It's double-round beer day, you know.”
Ouch. That one hurts so much that I need to lean on the seat to calm myself down. His voice’s so harsh I create a knot at the base of my throat. “I hope you have a good time watching me fail miserably at pretending to be as trashy as you people, then” I'm careful with my words. He smiles even dimly.
I cross my arms and look out the window. Yoongi doesn’t say anything else all the way, and I much less, but I can hear his heavy breathing on my side. I knew his hand was inches away from my leg, and I shudder every time he uses it to change the march. Soon enough the car stops and I get overwhelmed. “I won’t take long” he demands and gets out of the car.
Apparently, we arrived. And now I understand everything.
Jade's is an underground nightclub. There aren’t many people in front of it, three or four smoking and talking. But surely, just below us, there are many. Hundreds, who knows. Electronic music comes weak from the door, I can only hear the bass. The whole street is dark and deserted, except for the neon facade of the nightclub, with the J blinking and D burned out.
Yoongi walks through door and for a moment I think he's going to leave me here, but then he reappears. He’s walking toward the car and propping himself up on the hood. With all patience he pulls and lights a cigarette, and after a few swallows he decides to look at me through the windshield to make sure I'm still in the same place. His gaze tells me to stay right where I am.
And I stay here for the next few minutes, watching him smoke. Besides me being a smoke repellent, I am completely intrigued by the way Yoongi makes the gesture look so elegant, I must admit I’m admired. Yoongi is a classic Englishman, and unlucky me, very handsome. The icy air begins to invade the car, that's when he finally decides to pick me up, after finishing with that disgusting cigarette. He opens the car door for me, holding my hand when I get off, probably noticing my difficulty with the high heels. The music beats are much stronger out there. I balance myself in my thin shoes, Yoongi closes the door and finally looks at me for real. His eyes take advantage of the height of my cleavage and fall around my legs slowly, he raises his hands through his hair and then throws me a dizzying smile.
“I really like the dress. Careful.” And with that inconvenience said, Yoongi just turns his back to me and starts walking toward the nightclub door again. I follow him, even thought now I’m shaking in anger.
Inside the completely dark place, walkable only thanks to the pink neon tube on the wall, there’s a big tuff guy dressed in black suit standing beside the door with an ugly frown over us. “Come on” Yoongi grabs my wrist and pulls me into the nightclub, walking straight pass the security guy and keeping me from standing there all night staring at him. I dance on my feet until I get used to his fast pace.
“Hey, wait” I look back as he still pulls me in the opposite direction, “We have to pay, don’t we? The security—”
Now that we are far from the door, Yoongi stops and pulls me close with a bump. “We don’t. Now, would you please walk?” His green eyes flickered across every corner of my face, furious. I pull my arm from his grip and start walking pass him without looking back, Yoongi right behind me.
As we neared the end, the music came from right above our feet. Suddenly, the corridor ends up on stairs to the basement.
Yoongi overtakes me and goes first, the darkness doesn’t affect him at all. I assume he's already made this path a billion times. I go down behind him. The music makes the walls vibrate. There’s another floor, and then more stairs, and so many others, like a building. There are some couples and people on the handrails between each floor, I wonder if I could get a DST by only breathing inside a place like this.
At the end of the last flight of stairs I see it. Yoongi’s waiting for me on the last step, impatient. But I, I’m not. The nightclub is completely foreign to me.
It’s an orange brick building in the basement, with beams on all sides, like an underground subway station. Electronic music is accompanied by lights of all colors, people of various strange styles dance the frenetic pace without stopping. Yoongi was right. He was completely right. That place definitely is not for me. Funny enough, I actually like it. I’m looking down at Yoongi and he turns his head at me, his darken eyes full of lust make my heart jump as I make the last steps.
I try to formulate the idea in my head as Yoongi shakes his open hand in front of my eyes in annoyance. I awake from my reverie and his hand gently offers support so that I can make the last few steps.
The club’s full. Yoongi leads me through the crowd, not too happy. As he’s taller, he attentively looks over heads, looking for Taehyung or anyone else. After much searching, he suddenly bends his eyes and points with his arm stretched out in the air. As if I could see anything. “There,” he says, and pulls me in that direction. It doesn’t take long until I find out what it is. Seconds later, making his way between people, a very handsome guy comes to us. He has a neon collar around his neck and I find it very, very elated.
“Damn, you took too long” the boy talks over the music, smiling directly at me “Good to meet you. You’re…?” His smile almost makes me fall back, partly because he smells like cherry vodka. And believe me, it's definitely not a bad thing. He’s also tattooed like Yoongi but much less, and has a small piercing in his ear. Are all Tae's friends like that? Wow.
“Faye” I shout back, also smiling.
“So, did you find anyone?” The dark-haired guy stands beside us and looks around, breathing heavily. He runs a hand through his hair that insisted on falling over his forehead with the sweat. It's not exactly hot down here, it’s even a little cold. Whatever is giving him gas for sure will keep him awake the whole night.
“We've just arrived, Seokjin. Where’s everybody?” Yoongi asks, frowning after me. Seokjin nods and we continue walking among the people, Yoongi escorting me from behind, always. We walk a bit more until i see a group that soon I discover to be Yoongi’s friends, they start a fuss as soon as we’re seen. I see Taehyung, who has a blonde girl giving him a drink in his mouth, but who immediately jumps when he sees me. He comes up to me and slaps my vision in an effusive hug and reaches for a red plastic cup someone pass him. I smile back when he releases me, he has his brows furrowed and tries to say something, but I don’t understand due to the loud music. I still nod and smile.
Then you see that Yoongi is a really social guy, because he doesn’t think twice before leaving me to talk to other people who surrounded him like bees. I didn’t expect him to babysit me, but since he was so worried about the problems I might cause I imagined he would like to stay for a while longer. I sigh. He's ridiculous.
As soon as I'm truly seen I receive many other hugs that leave me completely exasperated. I know Taehyung talked about me to his friends. What’s so happy about? I bet that by that time of the night everybody’s already drunk, including him. The beat changes to something heavier and the girls celebrate and start dancing at a very provocative pace. Yoongi stands on a pillar now and talks to two other guys, his back to me. Suddenly, a redheaded girl appears smiling and gives me a long squeeze as if we were great friends, spilling some of the drink out of the her plastic cup with the movement. “I'm Izzy” she shouts in my ear and smiles when she finally releases me from the embrace. I'm still kind of dizzy, but I have the decency to smile back. “Tae told me all about you. Me and the girls want to know everything!” and takes my hand, rocking me to dance to the rhythm of the music with her. She has a long tangled red hair, wears a black strapless dress, shabby sneakers, and pink neon bracelets all over her arm.
“Really?” I laugh over the beat, confused “What did he told you?”
“Ah!” She tosses the half-full glass behind her shoulder and takes my other hand, now dancing in front of me. The boy behind her gets all wet and looks furious all around, but he doesn’t even suspect of her “You know! Everything!” I smile and nod. But no, I don’t really know. I try to dance just like her, it's easy. We twirl, we dance with our backs glued and after some time I feel happy as I haven’t felt for months. It’s inevitable not to laugh at that dance, and she’s cute. She gives me some bracelets, I refuse at first, but she insists so much that I have to put them on. I'm already excited and I'm not even drunk yet.
That's when Seokjin appears on our side with a beautiful smile hanging from his lips. “You like it?” He holds up a cup. I’m ready to refusing, but I'm sure a sip won’t kill me. I smile.
“It’s crazy!” I shout back. I take the glass and he raises my free hand to whirl me around.
“I saw you met Yoongi. I'm Seokjin by the way, and that's Jungkook” he points away. I can’t see very well, I think he shows me a brunette boy with dilated pupils a little further on. I'm pretty sure I got a blast of that too.
“Nice to meet ya Seokjin…” My words are lost in the air. Yoongi. I look for him in the crowd. I don’t see him anywhere.
“Faye?” The boy besides me calls. Where the hell is him? I need to show him. I need to show how much I'm getting along. I spin again. Until I glimpse from far away the unmistakable smirk disappear and appear from among the people as they twirl on the dance floor. I'm sure he had seen me looking for him, he just didn’t showed himself before only to have some fun at my expense. Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. He’s sitting on a couch, in the middle, some other people sitting around him.
I begin to understand what Yoongi meant in the tavern. Tae actually has a lot of friends, yes, but it turns out Yoongi has more. He knows people from other tribes as well, and believe me, there are a lot of strange people in this place. I'm surprised when he tilts his head to the place next to him. There's a girl sitting there, but he repeats the gesture and I'm curious. I say to a confused Seokjin I'll be right back.
“Wait!” Izzy grabs my arm before I can walk away. I turn to her and give an impatient smile. Her hand goes into the pocket of Yoongi's overcoat and puts something inside. “My welcome gift. Now go!” She claps her hands and then leaves, dancing.
I'm pushing people past. I stumble into a girl in colorful clothes and striped stockings who offers me acid. She smiled like Alice's cat. When I get close, Yoongi gets up from the couch and comes up to me, gesturing with his fingers so I go the other way. I wait for him to come closer and I obey, we do the opposite way and I think he wants to indicate the gigantic fire door on the other side of the basement. Yoongi pushes open the door and gesture for me to go inside. He enters right behind me.
As soon as the door closes, I realize it’s acoustic, because the sound of the music automatically becomes muffled. It's a hallway, there are other people there and three neon light pipes in the ceiling. The hallway is partially full but not nearly as crowded as the club. I lean against a wall, next to a girl half asleep. Yoongi approaches me, his hand on my ribs gently pushing me against the wall. His eyes are blown out of lust and his swollen lips partly open as he’s about to say something, soon being interrupted by someone who recognizes him and calls him from the group a little further down the hall. Yoongi looks at them, then at me and frown slightly. “Wait here,” he orders, and heads toward them, one hand in his hair, the other giving back several effusive greetings. I snort loudly and cross my arms, leaning my back against the wall. After a while I lose sight of him, and begin to observe the people around me with more attention.
I remember and slip my hand into the overcoat. When I pull back, I have on my fingers a pink pill with a crown design in the center. I know what it is, but I can’t help blushing because the girl who gave me this thinks I'm like Tae. And I sigh, because I probably couldn’t bear half the night standing without one of these. I put it in my mouth and nudge the girl by the side, smiling with closed lips, asking her for a sip of the little bottle of water in her hands.
I give a few sips and return, standing in my position against the wall again. I look for Yoongi a few more times, and in one of these he's coming toward me, looking around with his face cold. “Everything’s ok?” He approaches to ask me. His eyes are now tiny and red, he licks his dry lips. I try to ignore, this and the unmistakable scent coming from his hair and his clothes.
“I'm alive. Surprised?” I chukle a little, smiling. He frowns like he didn’t understand and looks behind his shoulder. I follow his gaze and see Seokjin and Jungkook coming through the door, both looking everywhere. Jungkook is the first one to see us and nudges the inattentive Seokjin.
A wrinkle appears on Yoongi's forehead before they reach us. His body come closer to mine and he places his hand on my cheek as if he’s in urge to say something, “Faye, I—”
"Tae is gone," announces the brunette boy, breathless, his hand on the back of his neck. Yoongi pulls away from me and my whole body seems to protest. My ear begins to whine, but I still hear him laughing humorlessly from my side. “I knew it!” He shouts angrily, kicking away an empty can of energy drink from the floor. Yoongi runs his fingers open in his hair and squeezes them on top, cursing like a demon.
“Tae? Where is he?” I interrupt Seokjin, tugging at his shirt. He looks at me terrified, his dark eyes wide open for me.
“We don’t know, that's what we want to find out. What happened to your eyes?”
“What's in my eye? Where's Tae, dammit!?” I get closer and he gently grabs me by the two wrists.
“We’ll find out,” Seokjin assures me and then start to speak to the others, still holding me. I hear Yoongi snorting at my side. Why does he always walk with his face wrinkled? Reading my thoughts, he turns to me, scowling, and nods his head so I move to front. I follow his eyes and see the two other boys already in the door, waiting for us. I look at my free wrists and then I follow Yoongi to the exit.
I haven’t noticed it halfway, but Yoongi has a protective arm around my waist as he leads me through the crowd. I don’t know exactly where we're going, but he follows Jungkook right away and looks very pissed. I don’t know if he’s trying to keep me from falling, but he keeps my body close, the sweet smell as close as ever making me so dizzy with all that situation, it’s almost painful. Yoongi is no longer with his jacket, he just wears the white t-shirt and the silver collar is out it’s collar. The black ink of his skin glows against the purple light of the nightclub.
I notice the club is way fuzzier and my first thought is godammit people really party hard on here, but when I perceive people’s frenetic moves aren’t matching to the sound of the music I realize something is wrong, and not only me. Yoongi and the others look around but I know they haven’t seen anything due to their wrinkled foreheads, but at this point, it’s really fuzzy.
I think we go through every corner of the nightclub, besides that weird movimentation at the center of the dance floor, and there's no sign of Taehyung. A tightness invades my chest and I can’t help but think that Yoongi warned me about all this.
When we’re almost in the centre of the club, I look down and a spill of red is tinting my black shoes.
“Yoongi”
I call in frighten as he looks at me and then at the floor. Our eyes move together to a tiny between the crowd. There’s a girl laying on there, her eyes wide open in our direction.
And turns out the red tint is coming from the back of her head.
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“My sister from London” he replies, leaning over the counter to take the mug from Yoongi's hand.
“I see. Are you having anything?”
I turn to him. His eyes are heavy and full of a dark lust that send chills down my spine, his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly apart waiting for an answer. “Whiskey,” I quickly pick myself up from his sharp features. Yoongi doesn’t look very impressed with my order, yet a ‘not bad’ grimace appears on his face for a moment. Then I realize how irritated I am with all that situation.
Taehyung sits down in one of the tables and I stand next to him in the chair facing the door. The snow was now intense. “There’s a blizzard coming” he draws the words out of my mouth, sucking the beer foam with a noise. I want to ask if they are buttery like the ones in the movie, but that would sound stupid coming from me. I frown when a tattooed arm crosses behind my shoulder and puts a shot in front of me, leaving a sweet perfume that by itself already irritates me enough. I don’t thank him, and I put my cashmere coat on the back of the chair before spilling the dose at once.
“Faye, this is Yoongi. And Yoongi... that’s the girl we were talking before” Tae changes his inspection look between us two. Then, between a swallow and another, he pushes the mug away from his lips “That’s fucking warm” and walks to the opposite side, past the counter and disappearing into the back door, leaving me and the guy alone. While I look at the table I can feel his stare on me.
I fidget with the glass between my fingers and try to think of something, anything to take me out of here, because Yoongi seems as interested in talking as I do. The minutes go by and we only hear Tae from afar, in what I suppose to be a kitchen, cursing against something he had broken. It’s only after some time in silence that someone decides to speak. Curiously, it’s me.
“About me, mh?” I ask, referring to what Taehyung said, still half groggy with the bitter taste of the whiskey. For a moment I think he’s actually surprised I really said something.
“I wouldn’t flatter myself” he pulls out a chair and sits backwards. He throws the napkin over his shoulder, folds his arms in the wooden guard and stares at me. Deeply. “And then?”
“What?” I frown.
“Ten minutes and I only heard you speak for whiskey.”
My spine chills once again. I’m probably blushed right now. “You offered.”
“You accepted. You killed the dose, look” he runs his finger along the edge of the glass, cynical. I move back and watch his tattooed phalanxes playing with it.
“If you didn’t want to serve me then why did you offer it?” My voice sounds more annoyed than I really am, yet it doesn’t seem to have any effect on Yoongi.
He just sniffs and stands up, looks at me over by the corner of his eye before returning to the counter: “I didn’t say that.”
It’s ridiculous what a raspy voice does to me, especially the hoarse ones. I change my mind and immediately put my coat as I feel my arm hairs bristling, before anyone can realize my allergic reaction to a deep voice, tattoos and a handsome smile. Apparently Yoongi realized, or thought I was very funny, because he made his way back to the counter with a slight small laugh on his red lips.
For the first time in a while I feel like kissing and hugging Tae when he comes back from the kitchen, because my body was already collapsing by being here all alone with that guy. Instead of being all overwhelmed I should’ve been way smarter, too late now. Then I sit there with a crease in my forehead, instead of giving that Yoongi a very shrewd answer or anything that left him open-mouthed.
“Here it is” Tae drops a long neck beer cracking in front of us and sits in the same spot, sipping his. “No beer from the barrel, the refrigerator is broken. Didn’t you see it earlier?”
Yoongi's forehead wrinkles and he purses his lips in irritation. “Of course I did, don’t be stupid. Jungkook swung a ball at the wires, playing goal kick. I'll make him fucking pay for it.”
Taehyung burst out laughing. “I bet ten pounds he hit a pine tree and got lost on the road since yesterday. There's no way he'd come home pissed the way he was.”
The two laugh and Tae continues, wiping a tear in the corner of his eye “I think we should call him. Just to make sure. Ah! Sorry Fay, do you want something else? Since you like whiskey there's a scotch here and...”
“There is?” I was awaken from my reverie. I have in fact always hated beer, and contrary to my cousin I disagree it suits well the cold seasons. “Scotch sounds good” I say, and that's it.
My mother always disapproved my taste for whiskey. She says we don’t have to get pissed on the first chance we have, it’s quite eloquent actually. At the end it’s all bullshit. Grandma drank a lot, Uncle Pete spends Thanksgiving stupidly drunk — because we don’t celebrate it in England — and my mom herself sometimes get wasted with the whiskey on the living room she claims has decorative purposes, but the volume of the bottles is every time mysteriously lower.
And thank God it's Taehyung who serves me, Yoongi’s too busy on his cell phone, a wrinkle in the middle of his forehead. Does he have a girlfriend? I wonder.
“Jungkook” I say, as a glass lands on my hand with ice this time, “Is it a friend's name or some drunk random guy?”
“Both” Tae gives me his bright smile “I'll introduce you to him when we find him.”
“No need” I spill de dose and wipe my lips with the back of my hand. The scotch comes down burning my throat. I squeeze my eyes so hard that when I open them I see a thousand black dots.
“Don’t be so full of yourself. If you're going to stay, then you'll have to meet our friends” he smirks. I see from the corner of my eyes Yoongi looking up from his cell phone, suddenly interested in the conversation.
“Well” I release the air forcefully “Since I'm doomed to stay right here forever...”
“It happens” Tae shrugs, but to me he seems perversely happy with the situation “Moreover, you’ve just arrived at the perfect timing and I believe it’s a message from the universe.”
“Is it?” I sigh, surrounding the edge of the glass with my fingers “And what exactly does it say?”
“Says I'm taking you to Jade's tonight.”
A cynical cough echoes through the bar, “Mmh?”
It's Yoongi. He goes on like that for a while, leaning on the counter and staring at Taehyung, that’s why I get scared when he turns to me and asks “Do you wanna go?” His startling hoarse voice makes me jump in my chair.
For a second I want to say that I’d go wherever he wants. But I swallow hard and try to answer “I—”
Before I can open my mouth to respond, Taehyung gives a comic laugh, making me even more confused. “It’s not like she's going to get involved in a gunfight or get fucked up at molly, will you Faye?” Tae turns at me, “But if you like this kind of thing it’s fine.”
When he finishes, Yoongi has calm features and seems indifferent to me. “Can’t. You’re taking those girls tonight” Yoongi calmly states. At that point in the discussion, Tae's jaw was screwed up again and Yoongi's eyes are angry, I can feel he's about to punch him, don’t ask me why. “There’s no space for her.”
Tae shrugs and looks at me with a sad smile on. “Sorry, Fay, maybe next week?” I smile and nod at him. Even though I have no idea of to what kind of orgy my cousin’s willing to take me, I’m glad I’ll be home organizing my stuff. Jade’s doesn’t really looks like the right place for me, if it’s in fact a place for Tae. We don’t work together.
Yoongi stares at me. There’s no trace of disapproval or anything else, he just stares. And I'm glad the whiskey gave me enough gas to stare back for a few minutes, before I feel my cheeks burn at his intensity.
Minutes later I decide that I should go. I get up right when Tae decides to light a cigarette, talking from a distance with a not too worried Yoongi, who’s busy cleaning mugs. I give him a kiss on his cheek and he immediately smiles at me. “You sure you don’t want me to take you home? It's dark outside” and he exhales the smoke out. Back to my uncle’s house, his room smells like cigarettes, so it's like I've seen him with a roll of cancer between his lips before.
“You don’t have to. Stay and fix the refrigerator. I think I‘m still able to walk all alone around here.”
Yoongi chuckles behind the counter, but when I look at his direction he promptly pretends that laugh didn’t left his mouth. It reminds me that I have to get out freaking fast. I have no money with me, but luckily I find a few pounds inside my coat. I walk up to the counter and shake the paper in the air. This makes Yoongi look up from the mugs, stare at the money and then at my face. “How much do I owe?” I ask.
With his body arched over the counter and his shirt unbuttoned on the collar, I can see more tattoos on his chest and a silver necklace with a crucifix dangling from his neck, also full of tattoos. I stare at one in particular, it’s a name; He perceive my nosy eyes and stands straight in annoyance. “Since you asked, I say it's on the house” Yoongi licks his lips, wiping a mug on his quick hands. “You know, so you keep the customer loyal.”
I would’ve accepted and wouldn’t pay the other times too, because of Tae, I bet he drinks for free in here. But something in those green eyes tells me that Yoongi is not the kind of guy I'd like to owe anything.
“I insist.”
“I insist.”
I tighten my jaw. He won’t accept the money. I shrug and turn my back toward the door. I patiently wrap my neck with the thick scarf, freezing with the cold that makes near the door. I don’t know if I can walk to my uncles' house at night with heeled boots and whiskey in my veins without falling into the snow at least once. I’m already leaving when Yoongi’s raspy voice makes me freeze for real: “Wait.”
I don’t know if it's the cold or the voice behind me that makes me shiver, probably the second option. I turn around. He's staring at me and Taehyung is staring at him. “I just decided to go to Jade's. If you really want to go, then I'll take ya. Should know your brother doesn’t have many friends out there.”
His emphasis on the word brother makes me wonder if he knows the lie or not. By chance, I had a pretty sarcastic answer to that, but something in his gaze tells me he wants a serious response, so I give up. Taehyung stares at me now, apparently as surprised as I am with that. “Is there a problem for you? I’ll meet you inside.”
My mouth is probably half open. I lock eyes with Yoongi for awhile, his full of lust and that dark bright that makes me feel a grip in my stomach. Why does he wanna take me? He doesn’t even know me. I don’t know what’s going on with me when I shrug and answer before turning my back, my heart pounding.
“Fine” the words slip out of my mouth before I can even think of anything else.
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The view of that narrow street right in front of me is at best nauseous.
Ugly and melancholic are the right words to describe it. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying block the urge to vomit on top of my shoes. This catches Uncle Patrizio's attention — me immobile as a tree in full state of astonishment.
“Godness, you are sluggish” he clears his throat, glimpsing at me with the corners of his brown eyes.
I take a look at the alleway one more time before joining Uncle Pete, smiling at the expense of the only English who can use those words without looking like an ignorant. True, Uncle Pete isn’t the most pleasing personality in Burford, but that can’t be my problem right now and it won’t be for a whole winter, I force myself to remember that — no fights, no verbal fights, no fist fights — as my mom made very clear before she kicked me out of London.
“You better come in. Your aunt must’ve taken all the tea from the store while you’re on the train“ he runs over my shoulder with a thud. I start to get annoyed as I watch him leave the boxes with all my belongings in the middle of the street, after empting the car.
“Uncle Pete?” I call him by name twice and the third time he turns himself, raising his eyebrows as I point the stuffed cardboard boxes.
"I don’t know how things work out in the big city with your mother, but we're in Burford now, sweetheart. You can leave all this fancy trash here all night long and no one will take it. Leave everything as it is!” He ends the sentence screaming while I mention raising one of the boxes, making me jump in shock. I acknowledge uncle Pete is the only person who can call Louboutins and Manolo’s ‘fancy shit’.
I don’t waste a second and the next one I'm already on the trail of Uncle Pete down the damp street, clacking my teeth by the cold. Black clouds begin to form above our heads and a sudden furious stream of air spreads dry leaves all over my hair.
I look at the avenue in front of us, more precisely the house across the street. My new old home. The spare windows and the green poisonous ivy rising up the walls seem just like I remembered. I tight my coat on my chest and walk through the door my uncle held open.
“There she is! There it is!”
I am greeted with a tearful aunt and an effusive hug that almost dismounts me. When she finally sets me free, I’m rewarded with a kiss on the forehead and a lot of handshakes, one behind another. Apparently, aunt Margot had summoned the whole hall of English relatives for my welcome tea, which gave me no choice but sitting on the edge of the table and smile a little.
The house is not that bad afterall, and it’s exactly as I remembered from my childhood. Everything was made of wood, the floor, the walls. The sheep wool carpet tickle my feet and I’m not too impressed with the moose head above the fireplace — once it was a bear.
They all ask me questions about London and about my mother. I try my best to answer everything, although my displeasure is so big it could fill the whole room. My cousin Irina is the first one to notice, because she simply leaves me alone with that subject. I really like her, and the last time I've seen her she still lived in this house with my uncles. I must’ve been about five years old at that time, and now she lives two streets above with her boyfriend, Liam, who happens to be sipping on a cup of tea the chair next to me.
Taehyung, her brother and my cousin, is probably my age and the one who shot me the most with his piercing intrusive questions, which is not so inconvenient afterall as most of them only involve Glastonbury and if I have seen any Beatle in person.
Few minutes after, he slipped by my side and told me he left the house two weeks ago. “Freedom, Twiggy” he dripped milk in his tea and spilled his cup as if it was whiskey. I don’t have enough time to mock his awful mannerisms or censure the use of my childhood nickname before he can continue “Why did you come back to this one-horse town anyways? Burford didn’t miss you, I did.”
“You tell me” I smile back. I wish I could tell him why I came.
“I came to see you. And to get some clean t-shirts” he smirks “You can have my room if you want. It’s full of bats at night.”
“Funny you” I give him an unentusiasthic laugh but end up smiling too “And will you ever come back?” I ask. At this point, my previous responses seemed to have quenched the family's curious thirst and no one pays any attention to my conversation with Taehyung as they discuss the informations I gave, like that one time I saw Robert De Niro in person and the list goes on.
He ponders a bit and I wait for some sordid detail of the remote Burford clan as I devour a cookie, propped up against the chair guard.
“Not really” Tae hesitates. “I don’t know if my mother wants me back. And I'm in a good place now” he smiles excitedly.
“You're disappointing me” I sigh, in fact disappointed with the lack of thoroughness in the story. “And where is that place, may I know?”
“A friend's house. Well, it's not exactly a house” my eyebrows rise “It's a bar, and I stay in the garage. I can work there during the day.”
“A tavern, is that it?” I wrinkle my nose. He nods, just to tease me. Taehyung laughs and gets up, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin. He wears an elegant overcoat and I can say he became a man at least charming. I wonder how someone so handsome and gentle could have Uncle Pete's genes.
“I'm leaving. You can come with me if you want to. You’re at your own risk” we both look out the window. Stormy clouds covered the last remnant of blue sky.
I didn’t want to sleep outside the first day living with my uncles, but it happens that I didn’t wanted to be alone too.
And I missed Taehyung. God, how I did. And still I couldn’t list one single excuse why didn’t I call him this whole time.
“So that's what you wear at the big city when it snows?” Taehyung gestured to my feet, mocking my heels as soon as we left.
And he was right. Those shoes crave into the snow and it’s not the easiest activity in the world walking on them, but I'm getting the hang of it as we pass through the village. The streets are completely covered by a thick layer of snow.
“So now you work? Like for real?” I smirk under my scarf and gladly he doesn’t see. Tae thinks a little before answering me, running his hand through his hair.
“It's not a job” he explains. "It's more like a gig than a job” I nod and he looks at me, his blue irises sparkling as a smile come to light on his lips. “And I don’t have to do almost anything as Yoongi is the one taking care of everything.”
“Yoongi?”
“Exactly. The house’s friend I told you about. His father owns the place” he now has his thin lips pressed on a slight smile. I can see the hangover in his eyes half a block away.
“Nice.”
That's all I'm saying. Get to know someone else in this city apart my relatives would be a pain in the ass, but at this point it's pretty obvious Taehyung would show me to as many people as he could, like I was some kind of trophy or something.
At the center of the town, I feel stuck in a Christmas movie. The weather remains ugly, and most businesses are closing their doors — except for a bar that at first glance seems to be something you could easily find at Knockturn Alley, in Harry Potter.
Between the spare windows of two stores, a well-crafted metal plate hung on the wall indicates ‘Beer’ in a careful calligraphy. The entrance of the bar has a staircase and my stomach wraps up as soon as Taehyung goes up without hesitation. He looks back. “Are you coming in?”
“Right behind you” I murmur as my heel hits the stairs. At the first glance inside the place I’m already amazed.
The space is made with an overlap of stones, which makes a perfect cozy contrast to the inhuman chill outside, and I immediately feel the urge to take off my scarf. Tae hangs it on the coat rack, along with his overcoat, revealing a moss-green sweater underneath.
He shakes the snow from his feet at the base of the stone fireplace. The ceiling is made of wood and the only sparse lighting comes from the chandelier, subtle and almost non-existent compared to the fire, and behind the counter, an UK flag has been harshly nailed to the wall, near the most diverse wine cellar i’ve ever seen. But besides all of that, the tavern is like any other ordinary bar, with tables and chairs placed in the corners of the place. It’s not so bad. It’s rustic. And very English.
“Yoongi, are you there? I want a beer” Tae yells through the door behind the counter, tapping the palm of his hand on the wood.
In London people aren’t used to leave their establishments alone. Not for a second. But here, in the parallel reality, it doesn’t seem to happen many robberies or people drunk not willing to pay the bills. Odd.
I keep running my fingers through the pictures and trying not to laugh until Taehyung realizes we're alone and the barman must’ve left. For a moment, I thought I was right.
Then a blonde hair appears behind the counter, passing straight through the door without looking at us. My heart jumps in surprise.
Black shirt, unbuttoned on the collar and sleeves held up to the forearm, he doesn’t bother to look up to us not even a single time. What a jerk, it’s my first thought, but then even with the roaring fire in front of me my spine still freezes in the presence of that boy. Part because of his tattooed arms and whitish hair, part because he really doesn’t even bother. For real.
“Then just get one yourself” the guy mutters, looking quite pissed. His tattooed fingers quickly pick up a mug on the counter and he turns his back, filling it with something in a barrel.
When he turns again, our eyes briefly met and he stops abruptly, spilling a little foam on the edge of the mug with the bump.
I can’t read his expression, and at the end I'm convinced there's no expression at all. Then he wrinkles his forehead and when he speaks I’m aldready regretful I put my feet out of home.
“Who is this?” and looks at Taehyung, making it clear he wasn’t talking to me.
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