Chapter seven : Mystery

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
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Taehyung didn't talk to me for the rest of the trip. He barely looked at me. We just sat there, both staring out our respective windows. 
I'm home now, a few hours have past and I still don't know what to make of Jin's text. Does he mean it? 
I guess...why would he get into the trouble of asking Yoona for my phone number? 
But then Taehyung's words...Taehyung is right, I shouldn't be reckless. I should focus on my career, on my future. Romance will be for some other moment. I sigh on the sofa and grab my phone, getting up. 
The house is quiet. Mom is sleeping, so is Yuri, which is normal since it's 3am. 
I need someone to talk to, but it will have to wait. 
I make my way to the front door and walk out, not bothering taking a coat or anything. I'm still wearing that white dress and those heels but I just need some air before getting in bed.
The night is quiet, so is the whole neighbourhood, all the lights are off. There are no more stars in the sky. They all got covered by heavy clouds; heavy, thick clouds. I sigh heavily, so many strange things in one evening.
Taehyung looking out for me.
Jin noticing me.
Taehyung's scar? That's what gets me most worked up. It's so strange. 
You don't get such a scar by just falling from a stool, this scar is either a huge accident, or caused by intended violence. But then who would want to hurt Taehyung? I know he's an asswhole, but not that much.
Why would he be so sensitive about it too? Maybe he was just startled by how close we were. But then why not talk to me for the rest of the evening. 
I sit on the bench in front of my house, bringing my knees to my chest. What happened to him? Is there more to him than meets the eye?
"You okay?" I jump and turn around, suddenly faced with a sleepy Jimin his in pyjamas. His air is all messy and his full lips are closed in a pout as he looks at me with worried eyes. 
The sudden rain causes me to jump to my feet and I walk up to my best friend. 
"Why are you still up?" I ask worriedly. "It's 3am, Jiminah." I tell him, frowning.
"Yeona, you should go inside, you'll catch a cold." I stare at him as he's getting soaked by the rain which is getting heavier.
"I- yah, Jiminah, you're the one who's going to get soaked, come on." I walk to him and grab his hand, leading him inside my house. He's probably too drowsy to do anything, and I close the door behind him. He rubs his eyes and looks at me, with a worried look. "Yah, what are you looking at me like that for?" I mutter.
"Why are you still up, anyways?"
"I don't know. I work up, and I felt like something was up." I stare at him.
What is he going on about...