04ㅣTailoring
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After school, I started chasing after Min Yoongi. If he caught me following him, I'd die, but I knew I had to figure out his weakness before he caught me, and threaten him even if I got caught. So I walked cautiously.
He kept chasing them, but they kept walking for over 30 minutes, and they kept getting further and further away from the residential area. As he continued, a high hill came into view, and Min Yoongi began to slowly climb it. There were no houses in sight, just trees, grass, and a paved road.
I cautiously climbed the hill with him, and as we continued walking, I became breathless and sweaty as I climbed the steep incline. It was fortunate it was fall. If it had been summer, it would have been unimaginably difficult.
As we continued on, we came across an old house. Seeing that it didn't even have a door lock, Yoongi dug into his pocket, pulled out a key, opened the door, and went inside. It seemed like no one was home, so I secretly watched Yoongi's every move through the window next to him.
“…”
Yoongi picked up an incongruous book, frowned slightly as he read, then rolled up his sleeve to look at his right wrist. Looking out the window, he couldn't quite see what was on it. Trying to lift his leg, he twisted his ankle and fell sideways with a loud thud.
Hearing that, Yoongi ran out of the house in shock, and our eyes met as I lay there. For a moment, Yoongi's expression hardened into a cold, frozen expression, and my heart pounded like crazy, feeling crushed by his gaze.
“…What are you doing, you?”
“That’s it, Yoongi…”
“No way… were you following me?”
“…”
"You dare to stalk me? I don't know whether to praise or curse that brazen little bastard's confidence."
"yunki min."
“Huh, are you even calling my name now?”
I got up from the floor and ran towards Min Yoongi, who backed away, looking flustered. I walked over to him and lifted his right wrist, and there was a large scar on it.
“What is this…”
While I was startled and flustered, Yoongi shoved me hard, and I fell over, unable to resist the force. It was the first time I'd seen Yoongi's expression. It seemed to be a complex mixture of resentment, surprise, confusion, and murder.
Yoongi pulled his sleeves down to cover his wrists, then came closer to me and pressed my hand firmly with his foot. The feeling of being crushed was so painful that tears welled up in my eyes. But I smiled through my tears, and Yoongi seemed to hesitate slightly at the sight of me.
“What kind of scar is that?”
“Shut up, you don’t know.”
“I finally found it, Min Yoongi’s weakness.”
“What are you going to do with this?”
“You don’t even know why it happened, and you don’t know anything, so what are you going to do?”
“You can learn that little by little.”
“I think it would be quicker if you died by my hand before that.”