"Where are you from? What's your name?"
"Um... sorry, I have to go somewhere for a bit."
"Why, cutie? It's not like we're doing anything."
It was my first time at a club. I'm extremely scared, and even at 25, I was still too scared to go. Then, by chance, I looked at my ex-boyfriend's social media (it was a complete coincidence, I didn't look at it on purpose), and even though we had just broken up, he had posted a wedding photo with a girl I'd never seen before, along with the caption, "We're getting married!"
At first I thought, "Oh, so they're getting married, although it's a little early considering their age," but when I thought about it I felt really regretful, and I gulped down some alcohol in front of the convenience store while spewing stupid words.
But when I drink, I become a little bolder. No, not just a little, I become really bold. So, I don't know what confidence I had, but I staggered into the club on my own two feet. I'm a little shy by nature, and I'm the type who only becomes more energetic when I'm with friends, so I don't really like hanging out with strangers, and since clubs are places where strangers gather to hang out, I didn't have much fun even when I was drunk. Maybe that's why I thought I'd sobered up a little, but...
"Would you like to sit with me?"
Three guys approached me and asked if I wanted to sit with them. I turned around and saw five other guys with their friends. Ugh, shit. Given my personality, I didn't know anyone and I didn't know what would happen if I hung out with eight guys, so I declined, but they ignored everything I said and put their arms around my shoulders and led me towards a table. They had tattoos on their slightly pushed-up sleeves... and they were cool.
"I told you no, why are you so persistent?"
"I'm just being considerate. I won't do anything weird."
It was clear from their faces that they were desperate to do something about me. Struggling and screaming didn't change anything, and just as tears were about to fall, a shadow suddenly fell over the man's orange-glowing face, and he instantly fell to the floor.
Thud.
"I told you I didn't want to. If you have good ears, listen to what I say."
It really was just a flash.
"...Shit, what the hell is this?"
"let's go."
"Hey, where are you going? If you hit me, apologize."
The man, his face bright red, threw a punch at the man who had helped me, who then lightly subdued him with one hand. Ah! Shit! Let go, let go! The man's arm was immediately twisted behind his back, and he glared at the man with a tearful expression. When the man finally let go, he looked to the side and said,
"If you lay a hand on my woman again, I'll really kill you this time."
After he pulled me by the hand and we left the club, I think he stopped and thanked me over and over again. He turned around, looked at me once, and I think he said, "I'm Min Yoongi." Then he started walking again. Huh?
"S-sorry...!"
「······。」
Without responding to what I said at all, Yoongi just kept walking faster and faster. Wait a minute, why is he walking so fast!? Maybe it's because I've always been the slowest runner since we were kids, or maybe Yoongi is just too fast, but I desperately tried to keep up, feeling like I was being swept away and dragged along.
He looked even more pained than the man before, and he was probably screaming. An unbelievably large tower appeared before my eyes, taking up all of my field of vision.
Yoongi went straight into the tower. Like the tower in Rapunzel...? But it was smaller than that. The inside was larger than it looked from the outside, so as he looked around, he noticed a spiral staircase.
Perhaps because the tower was so tall, the stairs seemed to go on forever. "Oh, so I have to climb all the way up there?" I thought, feeling a little awkward, when I saw Yoongi press the button for the elevator right next to me and thought, "Oh, there's an elevator."
"Don't be scared, I won't do anything to you."
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"Well, actually, I might."
"picture?"
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
I couldn't understand a word Yoongi was saying. What did it mean? Well, it was my first time meeting him so I was a bit suspicious, but he was the one who helped me, so I somehow thought it would be okay. I'm sure he'll give me a ride home.
While I was lost in thought, the elevator arrived. It was quite slow, so I wondered if it had many floors. I followed Yoongi into the elevator, and the moment the doors closed, he hugged me tightly. Surprised by his sudden action, I let out a hiccup. Yoongi's breathing seemed to gradually become more steady.
"I've finally calmed down a bit."
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"It might be a little scary at first, but I'll give you some time to get your things."
"picture?"
"what happened?"
He acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world, so I somehow came to terms with it. As the elevator dinged to a halt, Yoongi became even bolder. He threw me onto the bed in a princess carry and put me to sleep.
As I blinked, completely confused by the situation, Yoongi said, grabbing the sheets at the end of the bed.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?"