I took a small step forward.
My legs felt heavy, like they didn't belong to me.
My heart was hammering so loudly, I thought he might hear it.
Who… who was standing there?
I fumbled for my phone, switching on the light.
Step by step.
Slowly.
Closer.
Closer.
And
Closer
My hand shook as I pointed the beam toward him.
And then…
I saw him.
"Yoongi…" I breathed, barely louder than a whisper.
A sharp wave of confusion hit me.
Why… why hadn't he gone home?
Was he… waiting?
I took another step, my body tense, ready to turn and run.
But before I could move, his hand shot out.
Cold.
Firm.
Unyielding.
It grabbed my wrist.
He didn't say a word.
He just… pulled.
My chest pressed against his.
My back hit something hard.
His other hand slid to my waist.
I froze.
"What the hell…?" I thought, but no sound came out.
Then....
"Yahhh!....."I screamed, and his hand quickly covered my mouth.
Panic surged.
My eyes widened.
I struggled. I hit his hand.
He didn't flinch.
He just… pulled me even closer.
Closer.
So close that I could feel his heartbeat.
His breath.
So I could feel him
Why… why couldn't I move?
Why wasn't he speaking?
And then I looked into his eyes.
Not just looking… they were speaking.
Sharp.
Soft.
.... Angry.
Gentle.
His other hand moved, almost… guiding.
Every motion… every touch… said more than words ever could.
. I wanted to pull away.
I tried.
But I couldn't.
My body refused to obey.
Every second stretched, thick and heavy, like I was trapped in time.
I realized then…
I was frozen.
And yet… I couldn't look away.
Why's the hell is he doing this????