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His sparkly bleary eyes were riveted on her· it's the first time he sees her face from up close, that stresses him out. 'Uuh me..?' He still can't understand what's going on. She looks a little annoyed by his daze along with her previous nervousness, but who could blame him, he's as taken aback as anyone would be in his place. She replies in a quick rhythm, it's obvious she's in a hurry. 'Yeah you go to Bundang right? I just want to ask for a favor if that's not much'. Her voice is stable and has a soft depth that gives her a serious profile, absolutely fetching. Yoongi is still surprised, he couldn't realize what was going on yet. 'Uhm sure if I can help..' 'Good' she sneaks a peek behind, then goes back facing him with the same out going yet anxious expression· She looks considerate for a little before she continues her speaking. 'Do you know any place I can stay at for the night?' He raises his eyebrows and looks confused, that's something he definitely wasn't expecting. 'Uuh like a hotel?' 'No no not a hotel, anywhere I can pretty much sleep safely that's all'. The more they talk the more nervous he gets, plus the unusual nature of the conversation isn't helping at all. 'I'm not sure what exactly you're asking for..' She sighs and turns her head to the right looking at the bus roof. He feels as if he doesn't want to stop talking to her, something that had never happened before with anyone, so he tries to keep this going even if that means spontaneously saying whatever crosses his mind at the moment· 'You could stay at my place for tonight'; He's aware of that sounding so weird, didn't give it much thought and 'ugh, she probably thinks I'm such a creep', closing his eyes tightly in regret . 'I'd rather not to be seen' she responds more quietly and is about to step away. He gets up so as to stop her from leaving, subconsciously he was so captivated by her presence here next to him although he wouldn't admit it; 'No one will be there in a while, nobody's going to see you'. He's surprised at his own self, 'what am I doing?' The girl looks to be thinking about his offer, anxiously teasing the ends of her oversized eyelash knit blouse. 'Is it far away from here?' She still looks hesitant, doesn't seem to like the idea. '20 minutes away', the words just come out of his mouth without much consideration, not at all actually. They're pausing for some seconds, the girl has been quiet as she's still thinking about it with knitted eyebrows and lip biting. 'Can I borrow your phone? I ran out of credit' she asks confidently, but Yoongi doesn't understand her intentions yet, why she came to him and how relaxed she is when talking to a stranger, even if she's stressed because of her own issues. 'Uh I don't own a phone' 'What?' he gets a mocking look in return. He raises his eyebrows in an apologie and presses his lips together. 'Ugh', she blinks heavily and sits right next to his school bag, he slowly walks towards the seat and sits back down.
It's an awkward situation, she looks very disappointed & worried, he won't dare to say a word· she has her arms crossed and her head leaning to the back facing the roof, her knees touching but her calfs being on opposite sides. Her pitch black skinny jeans match the bordeaux ribbon choker, the exact same color as Yoongi's shirt under his warm brown ribbed sweater. He finally builds up the courage to say something after a couple of minutes, it's a huge thing for him to actually start a conversation. She interrupts him right when he's breathing in before he starts talking; 'We don't need to talk about it, I just asked for some help' she says in an effort to clear things up, not being rude but honest. He is a bit shocked, not knowing whether she's like that all the time or especially offending towards him. She turns her head, looking at him, 'I'm Judy'. 'Yoongi', he half smiles and shakes his head a little. She nods while looking down, the situation is less heavy for her than him, he's so awkward.
'Okay what has just happened.' He feels his heart pounding fast, like he's been running or taking exams. 'Why did she talk to me?' He can't understand, this was just so random that he couldn't let it sink in; the girl he's been watching lately just asked his help, is she going to stay at his house or not after all? He still isn't sure, but doesn't have the courage to ask her. She seems distant and far away even though she sits right next to him, like the two of them belong in a completely different dimension.
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Ten minutes of complete silence· Yoongi is starting to think that she's completely off, he checks if she's alright. Still that puzzled look on her face, her eyes are watery. She suddenly knits her eyebrows together again, looks right and left, out of the window, her nervousness is at its all glory· she's getting up, fixing her pockets and getting ready to leave the bus. 'Where are you going?' He follows her lead and slowly leaves his seat. 'I need a payphone, I need to make a call' she replies while pulling her hair out of her dark olive jacket. 'How are you going to find the way to my house? Where will you stay?' Judy seems uninterested in his talking, doesn't him attention and after she breathes out in boredom she replies, 'I'll find my way around, don't want to disturb your beautiful Friday night'. Before she finishes her sentence she's already walking out, Yoongi is quite offended; trying to defend himself, he doesn't want her to think this way about him. Quickly grabbing his bag and following her outside, but she doesn't seem to care about him accompanying her. He almost forgot about his way home, its going to take forever to get another bus, what about Hyeon? 'You're not bothering, you can't just walk around alone', he's walking fast trying to synchronize his rhythm to hers, she's rushing a lot. 'I need to make a call, if you want to offer me a hand then give me some info on where to find a payphone please' she replies in a demanding voice. Yoongi's starting to get a little irritated, but all he wants is to help the girl out. 'Uh I believe there's one a couple of streets away', he's pointing somewhere far away but it's already dark outside. 'Now we're talking', she pulls her straight hair away from her face and wears it in a low ponytail using the elastic on her wrist, her side bangs framing her oval face symmetrically. It's quite windy, Yoongi's slightly wavy dark brown hair is messy as well, but this wilderness suits him a lot· after all it's the only kind of it he's ever had.
The streets are beautiful in their own way. The wet pavements are sparkling, all the lights brighten up the dull city, the shops & malls fulfill the place with life and people, nearly running, try to get to their destinations as soon as possible. Bartok's No 26 would be a beautiful background music to this landscape, its stuck on Yoongi's head for a while now.
They've been moving forward in silence for quite a while. He really wants to break the ice but he's not good with words, he overthinks what he's supposed to say in order get answers to the queries he's been having, there are a lot of them. 'So how come you reached to me? I mean we don't even know each other hah', he tries to catch her attention as she's lost in her hurry again. 'I don't but we both know you're the one who does, I've seen you staring at me multiple times'. He'd rather bury himself six feet under the dirt than continue living this embarrassment, blushing and cursing at himself for opening a conversation that'd lead him to such an uncomfortable position. His voice cracks, 'I see...' he's only able to say. 'Agh where is it?', she doesn't seem to mind his state at all. 'Right here' he answers quietly, dying of shame. 'Finally' , she immediately approaches it leaving Yoongi behind. She's inserting the coins and dials the number, he's left next to a bench in front of the red brick wall near the bus station. That's when it hit him, Hyeon. Jeez, what time is it? 'Am I going to make it? How could I forget?' In panic he looks at his clock, there are only 15 minutes till 8p.m. 'Ugh I won't be there on time, freaking-' 'Hell', she can easily be heard complaining from that far away. He guesses nobody answered, she angrily hangs up and holds the telephone for a moment, taking a deep breath. She starts walking towards him, her steps are heavy. Both their eyes witness they aren't in the greatest mood, they can tell as they're looking at each other's pair of them. Yoongi decides to break the silence· 'I really need to go, I don't even know if I make it on time to home' 'Yeah, thanks for coming all the way here' 'You're staying here? There's nothing to keep you safe, you may have troubles' 'So what, can't I take care of myself?' 'I didn't say that, I-' 'Its okay, your spoiling parents are waiting for you, don't let them down. Prove you deserve all the expensive tastes and getting everything you want'. Judy's verbal attacks are her way of protecting herself, setting limits and defending herself in the way she thinks is best. She may goes beyond the acceptable limits sometimes, but her hot-headed and impulsive self wouldn't let her see it. However this was the icing on the cake for Yoongi, this time she went too far; his parents were something he never talked about and finds it unacceptable when people refer to this matter when they don't know how things actually are.'For your information my parents have abandoned the efforts to show that they care about me, even if they were here they wouldn't give a shit about anything I like, especially not "expensive tastes" '. She had no idea how things were, she was feeling so sorry for saying that but she's too proud to admit she was wrong. She looks down in regret and shame, mumbling 'oh' under her breath. He didn't say anything, he thought to himself that he was a bit abrupt but didn't want to give it further importance anyway.
Judy noticed a bus coming behind him, she could tell it was just the right one Yoongi needed. 'Quick' she said and grabbed his hand, they had to move hastily in order to catch it on time. He didn't know how to feel about that, her hand was cold but very comforting and soft, he felt the sleeve of her blouse as it covered half of her palm. It was all so unexpected, in hardly 30 minutes he made the most unusual acquaintance so far. And all he could think of at the moment was, 'damn, what's wrong with this girl?'