"Where do you come from? What is your name?"
"Oh... Excuse me, I have to go somewhere."
"Oh, why, darling? We're not doing anything strange."
It was my first time at a club. I'm so scared that, even though I'm 25, I'd never been before because I was afraid. One day, I accidentally saw my ex's profile on social media (and it really was an accident, I didn't look for it) and I came across a wedding photo with a woman I'd never seen before, accompanied by the phrase "We're getting married!"
At first, I thought, "Ah, I see, you're getting married. Well, you're young and you're doing it fast." But then, on second thought, I felt so sad that I started cursing and drinking in the convenience store.
When alcohol enters my system, I become bolder. Well, not just bolder, quite bold. I don't know what gave me the courage, but staggering, I walked into the club on my own. I'm usually shy and only loosen up when I'm with friends, so I don't really like mingling with strangers, but in clubs, people gather without knowing each other, so even though I'd been drinking, I didn't really like it. Maybe that's why I started to feel less drunk, but then...
"Do you want to join us?"
Three guys approached me and invited me to join their table. Behind them were five other guys who seemed to be part of their group. Wow! Knowing me, I had no idea what might happen if I accepted, so I declined, but they ignored me and led me to their table, putting their arms around my shoulder. They had tattoos on their arms... Not that I like that.
"I don't want to, why do you insist...?"
"We just want you to relax a little, we're not going to do anything weird."
You know what? I can read what they want to do on their faces. I tried to resist, I screamed, but it was no use. I was so desperate I almost cried, when suddenly, a shadow fell over one of the boys, and in the blink of an eye, that boy fell to the ground.
Five!
"I told you I don't want to. If you have any ears open, you should listen."
It all happened so fast.
"What the hell? Who is this crazy guy?"
"Let's go."
"Hey, where are you going! If you hit him, at least apologize."
The boy, his face red with fury, tried to hit the one who had helped me, but he easily stopped him. "Oh no! Let me go!" The boy, his hand folded behind his back, looked at me with a face that said he was about to cry. Finally, the guy who had helped me let go and said with a cold look:
"If you touch my girl again, I swear I'll kill you."
He walked me out of the club, and as we walked, I thanked him over and over again. He stopped, looked at me for a moment, and said, "I'm Min Yoongi." I guess he was telling me his name. Then he kept walking. Huh?
"Uh... wait!"
"..."
He didn't even look at me, and Yoongi kept walking faster. A little surprised by his speed, I followed, pulled along by him. Maybe it was because I was always last in races at school, or maybe he was just too fast, but I felt like I couldn't walk on my own.
When I suddenly realized that something large was blocking my view, I found myself facing a huge tower.
Yoongi didn't stop and went inside the tower. It was somewhat like Rapunzel's tower, although a little smaller. I looked around and saw a spiral staircase leading up.
The tower seemed to have no end, and I thought, "Do I really have to go up there?" But before I could do anything, Yoongi pressed a button on the elevator right next to it. Wow, how did I miss that!
"Don't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything strange to you."
"..."
"Well, maybe so."
"That?"
"No, forget it."
I didn't quite understand what he said, but since he had helped me, I decided not to worry too much. Maybe he would give me a ride home.
Thinking about this, the elevator arrived and, apparently, it went quite high. When we got in, Yoongi suddenly hugged me. I was so surprised I almost choked. He was breathing deeply, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
"I'm feeling a little better now."
"..."
"It might be awkward at first, so I'll give you some time to get your things."
"Huh?"
"Because?"
He acted so naturally that, although I was surprised, I ended up agreeing. When the elevator stopped with a "ding," Yoongi acted even bolder. He lifted me up like a princess and laid me on a bed that, according to him, was big enough for five people.
She didn't understand what was happening; she just blinked and stared at Yoongi. He grabbed the blanket and said:
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"