He had short black hair, soft brown eyes, and pink lips that didn't match how dangerous this moment felt.
His face was… cute. Too cute for my panic.
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed, covering my chest with both hands.
He rushed in and quickly grabbed my waist, pulling me close so I wouldn't fall.
"Shhh." He pressed his index finger gently against my lips.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Oh my God… what if my skirt falls?
What if he's one of them?
What if he was sent to record me and blackmail me?
Because that's what rich people do to poor girls like me… right?
Who is this guy?
,
"Yoongi? Are you in there?" a voice called from outside the door.
Yoongi…
So that's his name?
His eyes snapped to mine.
We stared at each other fear against shock, panic against confusion.
"Let go of me!" I whispered harshly.
He didn't.
"Yoongi, why are you hiding?" another voice joined in, closer this time.
So he's not alone… they're a group?
My breathing shook.
"Please…" I begged. My pride fell to the floor with that one word.
His grip tightened not rough, but protective.
His eyes flicked down as my skirt slipped a little, then quickly back to my face.
He swallowed.
Then without warning he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.
My body froze.
This isn't how my first kiss was supposed to be.
I imagined a gentle boy. Someone who liked me. Someone who cherished me.
Not a rich stranger in a bathroom.
Not a pervert at that!!!
Not like this.
His lips trembled too.
This wasn't planned.
Not for him either.
The door handle rattled.
Then
BANG.
The bathroom door swung open.