"Where are you from? What's your name?"
"Ah... Excuse me, but I have somewhere to go."
"Aw, why, beautiful? We're not doing anything to you."
It was my first time at a club. I'm such a scaredy-cat that, even though I was 25, I was too afraid to go until then. Then, by chance, I came across my ex-boyfriend’s SNS (I swear it was by accident, not on purpose), and to my surprise, he posted a wedding photo with some girl I’d never seen before, along with the phrase “We’re getting married!”
At first, I thought, "Oh, I see, you're getting married. It's a bit early for your age, but okay." But then I realized how hurt I was and began cursing, drinking heavily in front of a convenience store.
But once alcohol gets into my system, I become a bit bolder... Actually, a lot bolder. So, for some reason, I stumbled into the club. Normally, I'm a bit shy and only active when I'm with friends, so I don’t enjoy mingling with strangers. But since a club is a place where you meet and party with strangers, even with the alcohol, I wasn't that into it. Maybe that’s why, even though I was starting to sober up a bit, it happened.
"Want to sit with us?"
Three guys approached and asked if I wanted to sit with them. Behind them, there were five other guys, who seemed like part of their group. Oh, shit. Knowing myself, I couldn’t just hang out with eight guys, especially without any friends or acquaintances around. So, I declined, but they ignored my refusal and put their arm around my shoulder, guiding me toward their table. One of them had a sleeve tattoo… and it was pretty impressive.
"I said no... why do you keep insisting?"
"Come on, just chill, we’re not gonna do anything weird."
You can read on their faces that they were planning to take me for a ride, no matter what. I kept struggling and screaming, but it didn’t help. At some point, tears started to well up. Then, suddenly, the face of one of the guys who had been glowing under the vibrant lights cast a shadow, and in an instant, he fell to the ground.
Thud.
"You heard her, she said no. Are you deaf? Listen when she speaks."
It happened so fast.
"Who the hell is this crazy guy?"
"Let’s go."
"Hey! Where do you think you're going? You hit him, you should apologize!"
The guy, whose face was flushed red, angrily threw a punch at the man who had helped me, but he easily subdued him with one hand. "Ah! Fuck! Let go, let go!" The man, who had his arm twisted behind him, glared at the guy as if he was about to cry. Only then did the man release him, and, tilting his head, he said.
"If you touch my girl again, I'll really kill you."
After that, I was led out of the club. I stopped and kept thanking him. He turned around and glanced at me, saying, "I’m Min Yoongi," as if introducing himself. Then, he continued walking. Huh?
"U-um..."
"..."
He didn’t respond, acting as if he hadn’t heard me at all. Yoongi kept walking faster. Wait, why is he walking so fast? I was dragged along behind him, unable to keep up with his pace, as if I was a kid who had always come last in running during school.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when a massive tower appeared in front of me, blocking my view.
Yoongi entered the tower without a care. If I had to describe it, it was a bit like the tower from "Rapunzel"... but smaller. Inside was much bigger than I expected, so I was looking around when I noticed a spiral staircase leading up.
The staircase seemed endless because the tower was so tall. "Wait, do we really have to go up there?" I hesitated, but Yoongi pressed a button for the elevator right next to me without a second thought. Oh, why didn’t I see that?
"Don’t be scared, I’m not gonna do anything to you."
"..."
"Well, actually, I might."
"What?"
"Forget what I just said."
I couldn’t understand what he meant. He was a stranger, and it felt a bit suspicious that he brought me to a place like this, but since he helped me, I decided to go along with it. He would probably send me home, right?
While I was lost in thought, the elevator arrived. It seemed like it was a very tall building because it took a while for the elevator to stop. Following Yoongi, I entered the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, he hugged me tightly. I was startled, and a hiccup slipped out. Yoongi seemed to be breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down.
"I can finally breathe."
"..."
"It might be uncomfortable at first, but I’ll give you some time to get your things."
"Huh?"
"Why?"
He acted so naturally that I somehow accepted it without question. When the elevator dinged and stopped, Yoongi acted even bolder. He picked me up in a princess carry and placed me on a bed that seemed big enough for five people.
I had no idea what was going on, blinking in confusion, and Yoongi grabbed the sheet at the end of the bed and said,
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"