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jboofan · 1 year

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It's in our DNA

3. I kinda need your help

Jungkook woke to find himself in his bed, pillow drool soaked, hung over and embarrassed.

He called for YN and got no answer. He messaged her but no reply.

"Fuck this."

Deciding she wasn't there, and swimming in a pool of self pity he turned over and fell back to sleep.

It took walking to the cafe door and getting confused by the plethora of coffees on offer for Jimin to wave her over to him.

"What took you so long?" he pouted playfully.

"Yeah we've been waiting half an hour for you to come update us on last night," Taehyung whispered excitedly.

"Last night?" she blew on the coffee, licking her foam moustache. "What you mean?"

"We mean Jungkook the drunk on Weverse."

"Oh. That."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"He'd actually fallen asleep so I had to ninja my way over to the lounge, watch his stream on my phone and turn his phone off without thousands of people noticing," she took a sip nonchalant.

"Oh god," Jimin sighed, "we are so sorry. He's just so emo these days."

"Any reason why?"

Taehyung stopped Jimin from going further.

"Wait, I've seen you before..Jimin look at her face, doesn't she look familiar?"

YN scoffed.

"Are you trying to say I look common? My parents are decent looking," she looked at them, scoffing, "it's not like I've been with the ugly stick, just because I'm not an idol y'all are harsh."

Jimin laughed out loud, "Not exactly short on confidence are we?"

YN sat up straight, "Not in every situation, but I'm working on it."

Jimin analysed her face, squashing it in his hand and turning it side to side.

"I'm not the greatest with names," he paused to look at her profile again, "but I'm great at not forgetting a face. Where are you from?"

"I was born here, but studied in the States."

"Born where? Seoul? Have we worked with you before?"

YN laughed. "I wish, if I had made just one music video for you guys, I'd be able to pick my work. But alas no."

Jungkook was surprised to slowly realise first hand how, well, nice YN was.

Without saying anything, she hung about when he did a Weverse live, although he had cried during the last one when Namjoon had logged on, commented and asked him to sing a song.

Now, again, several gulps of whiskey later, he had pulled his beanie hat off, gripped the karaoke microphone tightly and sang his little heart out. When he was starting to ramble, she came out of her room, sleepily shuffling her feet over to the rug where he sat and gestured it was time to end his fan meet.

Ten minutes later, still saying good bye to each comment, she'd just about had enough.

Jungkook watched her grow irritated and advance towards him. Quickly spouting off the last, final quickly goodbye Jungkook looked on, as she snapped his phone shut and threw it at him before trudging towards her room.

"Thanks," he called out, although he'd hesitated until she was nearly at her bedroom door.

"Go to sleep," she shouted back, but he carried on.

"I didn't realise it was so late."

"Drink less. You're always drinking," she looked at him, but he couldn't work out what the look was. "It just makes you look sad to them all."

"You watched?" he nudged the conversation along, although all she wanted to do was go back to bed.

"Jimin said you do lives, and lately have been all emo."

So she wasn't interested in watching me, he thought. It's only because of the others.

"Try being happy, talk about happy stuff. You're too depressing to watch," she admitted before shutting the door.

He didn't like to admit it, but having YN as a roommate wasn't that bad. The fact she was innocent enough to tell him what she thought without thinking much of it, he appreciated.

This went on for a few months, and they fell into a quiet way to live. YN did her best to stay out of his way, as promised but lately her schedule has changed and he was then suddenly seeing her around the apartment during the day too.

They fell into a comfortable routine around the house. YN usually left for work before Jungkook got up in the morning so they didn’t see each other before work, but she started coming home earlier for dinner in the evenings.

Suddenly they were awkward and having to find things to talk about with each other, and finding out more about eachother as the days went on.

It was amazing how she knew how to cook, and she even made enough for him if he walked in the door on the days she was at home.

Slowly conversation became less forced, he looked forward to the time he spent with YN at night after gym over dinner; liked talking to her and having someone at home to be with at the end of the day when he walked in.

What cemented their new found friendship was coming in late, finding the light left on for him and a plate warming in the oven for him.

He'd begun leaving the gym earlier on the days she was home to join her for dinner, and tonight he joined her to watch TV after they ate.

After a few episodes, he would go into his room, leaving to try and call Jennie leaving her alone on the sofa. YN hated those evenings, because he never got hold of Jennie and would come out to rummage for a drink and a long night of making sure he doesn't make a fool of himself online would begin.

But they were beginning to get along, Jungkook never did anything rude or wrong and he'd even gone as far as saying that he would never tell her to leave. She was free to leave when she was ready, and that look such a weight off her shoulders that she began to quietly enjoy being able to relax at home more.

After falling comfortably into their newfound roomielife together, YN got up earlier than usual and entered the kitchen to find Jungkook standing there behind the center island, topless, drinking a protein shake.

He was still wearing his running shorts and sweaty t-shirt had been flung over his shoulder as he stood there having returned from his morning workout, all sweaty.

Still, he smiled at the unexpected sight of her.

“Morning, YN. What you doing up so early? I thought you would have slept in after being away."

YN didn't make eye contact, as he stood there chest out, tattoos glistening from his sweat.

"I um, slept well. When you work outdoors most of the year, you build up stamina and endurance."

She took an orange from the refrigerator and started to peel it, holding the garbage can open with one foot as she tossed the peels.

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll treat you to the best scrambled eggs of your life," he reached for a frying pan and then the eggs.

When she was finished, she headed for the cloak cupboard to grab a light jacket.

"Wait," he jogged over to her. "You got a little something on your face," he pointed out.

YN's hand rushed to her face but he beat her to it. Suddenly feeling his fingers against the side of her lips had her suddenly scared to breathe.

"There was some orange from the white bit," he gave her a big smile before heading back to the kitchen.

"I'm just on my way out, thank you though," she smiled politely unable to make his gaze.

"Jimin invited me out for coffee and breakfast."

Jungkook's smile turned to a frown. “YN, I really like you but I don't want you to get your hopes up."

Now she was puzzled.

"Hopes up about what?" she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.

"Jimin is a bit of a flirt, he'll try it on. I don't want things to get awkward."

He knew he shouldn't have said such a lie, but it was the first time she'd blown him off and he wasn't sure how to take it.

I can't believe she's leaving me and fluffy eggs for some fancy coffee with Jimin.

She really had no idea the magnitude of the effect her answer would have on him.

"Jimin isn't like that. We've gone out for coffee before and it's not like that, I assure you. I'm not trying to date your friends Jungkook. He bought coffee last time, so I wanted to repay the favour."

No longer wishing to hear what he was insinuating, she gave up on him and closed the door fast, unable to get that image of him out of her head.

Just because they ate a few meals together, shared the apartment and laughed at the same shows that didn't mean shit.

Besides, she wasn’t looking for anything. And he was way out of her league.

But damn, she wished she could get the image of him out of her mind everytime he turned up all sweaty and gorgeous. She only wished she would stop fantasizing about the man every time she saw him—and, for that matter, when he wasn’t around.

YN tried to ignore her physical reaction to him and figured it would go away eventually, but for now, the attraction was powerful and it wasn’t easy to put aside.

"I'm just a roomie, maybe a friend. Don't be stupid YN. It's just, a little crush."

When she found Jungkook in his gym clothes in the kitchen, hair damp and sweaty from his workout and those curls of hair edging their way to his lower neck, it was a lot more than she could handle.

How dare he try and look so boyishly handsome!

His T-shirt looked soft and comfortable as if it had been washed hundreds of times, and had well-worn, threadbare, see-through spots that gave more than a hint of the muscles underneath it when he wore it. Ashamed she wished to be that t-shirt as he flung it over his broad shoulders.

On other days, she's seen it on him, slightly damp from his workout so it clung to his abs, showing off the cut of each muscle on his stomach.

She felt like an idiot the instant the image popped into her head, and how for the love of God she still had a hard time looking at him as she spoke.

"He must think I'm so lame," she mumbled as she headed for the lift.

YN wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jungkook dated pretty things and had dated Jenni, on off for ages now. Although she was confident about her looks and knew she was attractive, she wasn’t that attractive. She saw herself as girl-next-door kind of cute—appealing in a sweet way. She didn't have time to show off her outdoors beach running skills or her killer tanned abs when she was a self professed workaholic.

Yep, he has a type. The hot, sexy, idol type; leggy-blonde-model sort of way, so Jungkook wouldn't be interested in her. She was sassy, gave lip and thought too much.

Besides, she reminded herself again, she didn’t want a relationship. The whole point of this living arrangement was for her to be able to work closer to the studios and write a script to offer to dinner of the stars she worked with. Get someone to want to act her script, get a budget, a director to make her vision come to life.

"Those that don't remember why they are here, working stupid hours will be doomed to repeat it," she scolded herself, as she punched the floor in and waited for the doors to close.

The last thing she wanted to do was let him see that she was over thinking their connection.

For a second I thought he was jealous. God I've such a vivid imagination. YN you are delusional.

Jungkook stared at the eggs, and returned them to the fridge. It wasn't the first time he'd realised she was nothing like the women he knew and dated in the past. Hell, Jennie would have taken what he offered and started running up tabs for clothes, jewellery and trips overseas…. Instead, here YN was getting up early to go buy Jimin coffee.

He didn't have much time to think about it any more, since Jennie had decided to finally pick up his call.

"Jennie!" he cleared his throat and gave his ex-girlfriend his attention.

He heard a muffle, the sound of people in the background before she spoke.

"Jungkook, why do you keep blowing up my phone?"

She huffed but he ignored that and carried on.

"Thanks for finally calling back, I know you're on your tour now," he perked up at the fact that she picked up in the first place.

"We broke up remember, so why do you keep saying you miss me? We're in Amsterdam right now and heading back to Paris tomorrow. I'm busy."

Things never worked out between them but he was a fool for her, and he hadn't fucked anyone since they broke up.

"When you back?"

"Another month."

"Wanna get dinner together? We could go to the place we always go to."

"You mean that Italian restaurant?"

"You always said you loved going there," he wasn't sure why she was sounding like this until she sighed.

"I only went there because I wanted to pretend to like what you liked. We were dating and I thought you would just go there the once but that's the only place you'd ever take me!"

"I thought you liked it when I did that? You didn't tell me you didn't like it when we went there."

He felt his energy begin to drain, as he recounted how tired this conversation was making him.

"Yeah well I didn't like it, so now you know. And I'm not free for dinner. You're so boring Jungkook. Call me when you get a new personality."

She cut the call before he could give a sassy reply, leaving him to swear loudly to himself.

YN smiled as she walked back to the apartment. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was hardly any traffic. She walked past a famous bakery, the sweet aroma pulled her in, and soon she was blowing an incredible amount on baked goods.

"YN!" came a shriek, that belonged to Luna.

"What you doing here?"

"Late for heading back to work after lunch. But I have great news!"

"What's that then?" YN stuffed a croissant into her mouth, the delicious buttery pastry melting on her tongue.

"Do you remember that cute guy I told you about?"

YN looked at her blankly trying to recall the conversation.

Luna sighed. "I literally messaged you this morning."

YN briefly recalled Jungkook, shirtless in the kitchen.

"Oh, you did? My bad."

"Well, anyway. There is a cute guy that works in my department and he saw you the other day at the office."

YN shook her head. "Luna no way am I dating someone from work. Just because we work on different networks doesn't mean it would always stay like that. What if it doesn't work out? Then it'll just gonna awkward."

"He's a history buff, knows a lot about the country and would love to take you on a tour of the city. Said he saw you and wanted to know if you're single."

YN shook her head immediately walking off.

"I don't have time," she lied.

"One date. You never know!" she pleaded with huge eyes until YN gave in.

"I dunno Luna.."

"Least have a look at his picture before you say no."

YN stood and left her room, planning to make another iced coffee when she heard the front door shut. She went to the hallway just in time to see Jungkook getting into his jacket. He looked up and caught her watching him. Because, of course he did. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks but she didn’t duck out of sight. She raised a hand and waved goodbye.

He winked at her, "I'm just out to the studio. I'll see you soon?"

YN tried not to melt.

"Sure, I'll see you soon."

YN stacked a few matching lacy sets of lingerie on her bed before deciding on a colour.

"It's not like anyone's gonna get to see them, but a little ego boost never hurt a woman," she smiled before deciding on an outfit.

YN opened the large closet, grabbing the heavy clothing she’d taken from the back of her closet to make room. Taking out a few of his jumpers, she began sorting them for a pile to be stored away.

She shoved the rest of Jungkook's things under the bed. He would probably scream to see her treating his cashmere sweaters like that, but that’s what he got for not putting his fall clothing away when the weather turned warmer. The man had a ridiculous amount of clothing.

Buffed and moisturised, she stepped out the shower, took a big gulp of her wine and into her confidence boosting outfit not realising Jungkook had already returned home.

An hour after, nipping into the kitchen for more wine to help her nerves and implant more Dutch courage, after final make up check she spied his keys in the bowl besides her.

"Jungkook?" she called loudly, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth carefully to not smudge her lipstick. "I'll catch you later."

No answer.

Then came a groan, which sounded odd.

Unsure if he had stepped on a plug or something else, she neared his door and knocked as another groan travelled through the door.

She knocked again, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly Jungkook called out clearly.

"Fuck, shit! Thank God you heard me YN! I need your help!" he pleaded as she came through the door.

YN had thought he needed help, and had never expected to see Jungkook like this; perhaps he lost his phone charger or an earring stud she thought, but hadn't banked on finding him naked in bed, his cock erect and a painful look on his face.

Jungkook never expected another human let alone YN to see him like this.

A painful erection that wouldn't go down, a half bottle of wine drunk straight out the fridge and him lying there unable to move.

"YN!" he grimaced against the bedsheet. "You're a girl."

YN averted her eyes and looked interestingly at the ceiling.

"That's very perceptive of you!" she edged forward till her knee hit the edge of his bed and grasping the bedsheet threw it at him. "At least cover up!"

Eyes closed she hiccuped.

"Ow ow ow!" he called out hissing in pain as the bedsheet hit his tent pole.

"Maybe we should call for help!" she turned the other way to ring Jimin.

"No! Don't call him please! Don't call anyone!" he whimpered in pain, making small noises.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do when you call out for help and I find you, alone with your erection for company?!"

Her eyes opened, and forcing herself to not lower them she stared him in the eyes refusing to look anywhere else.

His eyes focussed in on YN, standing there hands on hips.

"Where you going?"

"I need to go out in a few minutes," she looked directly at his eyes.

"YN, please. Cancel. I need your help."

"I can't cancel this. I'll be in so much trouble if I cancel this one too."

"YN, please," he begged. "I need your help." He gulped, and winced as he tried to sit up. "I can't get it down. It's been nearly an hour. I thought a quick power wank and get on with my day, but it won't come down!"

"Who the fuck has a power wank?? I don't know how to help. Maybe you can just, massage it?"

Jungkook shook his head, "No please, everytime I try to go near it I feel like I've been shot. Can you rub it?"

"How the hell is that supposed to help?" she hiccuped again.

"How much did you drink?" he asked her between shaky breaths.

"A few, for the courage."

"I'm begging you YN. Please will you have sex with me. Just get on it and make it cum and then I swear I will never do it again."

YN knew she had heard him wrong. When he repeated it again, she had to blink as the warmth of the wine spread to her stomach and made her cheeks begin to warm up.

Jungkook watched her eyes blink one too many times, a slow rose tint to her cheeks.

"YN, please. I'm begging you to help."

YN simply blinked.

"Oh god, I've broken you and my dick. Jesus, YN I need your help," he hiccuped.

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (8)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: none

A/n: part two of the three part update, I’ve noticed a lot of twisted feeling readers are quite silent. Are you enjoying this? Is there anything you want to see happen ? Let me know and maybe you’ll find your idea in the next chapter! Interaction can change the lifespan of a story, if I see it’s in high demand I’ll update sooner. As always, thank you for reading.

Ch.07 | Masterlist | Ch.09

You'd had to wait until 7 pm to be ushered into a meeting room, hobi by your side as the other members sat scattered around the long table. Some looked more exhausted than others, Sejin and a few other staff members at the head of the table.

Jimin, Taehyung and Seokjin all asked how you felt, the worry still causing a semi-permanent frown. “I’m fine.” You brushed off their questions, just wanting to finish up and go home.

After the panicked phone call from your mother you sat with Hoseok, you spoke about yourselves all day, him trying to distract you and reassure you whilst doing his best effort to ignore his own very visible concerns.

“Right, someone explain what’s happened.” The manager pulls at the stack of paper beside him, flipping through the first few pages before looking up towards you. “Anyone want to say anything.”

You didn’t want to be the first to speak, the way everyone looked at you with some form of expectant gleam in your eyes only made you wish you could disappear.

Thankfully Hoseok spoke up for you. “YNs eomma called her, she was distressed because someone sent a blood covered letter threatening YN to stop working with us. We were thinking if the motive was to have her fired then the mistranslation maybe wasn’t directed at us but more so a ploy to have her fired.”

“If it was someone who wanted her away from us wouldn’t they do something that didn’t harm us, until Namjoon Hyung went on Weverse and Jimin went live most people were believing what was said. The company had to release an official statement to clear it up and even now people are talking. It’s hard to see that this wasn’t about trying to damage us.” Taehyung made a few good points.

“Collateral damage, I guess?” You chalked up other simplest of answers, more unsure now with Taehyungs counter argument.

You watch as one of the men standing behind Sejin lean forward, whispering something to him. “Okay YN can you tell us if there’s anyone who would want to harm you?”

You thought on it for a moment, you’d never even so much as gotten into a verbal altercation, always been polite, helpful, had good relations with those around you. “No, no one that I can think of.”

“It could always just be a sasaeng?” Jungkook offered, his gaze settled where he was fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt.

“It could be, I’m not to sure they would know YN was working here so fast. We haven’t had a leak like that in some time. I say we monitor the situation and see if it happens again.”

“And if it does?” You questioned. “What will happen if it keeps occurring.”

“Well, I’ll be entirely honest with you.” He grimaced, this wouldn’t be nice. “You’re a new employee, you’re a translator and despite the infinity the members have showed towards you there isn’t much I can do if you’re harming their reputation. It will be out of my hands if it starts to impact them negatively.” Sejin gives you a pointed look. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“What exactly are you saying?” Hoseok brings his chair closer to the table.

“We may have to let YN go.” Sejin is careful with his words, bordering between certainty and lack thereof. “She’s technically still in the probationary period of her contract.”

“No offence but that’s bullshit, I want to work with YN. She hasn’t caused this, she helped fix the issue firing her for someone attacking her Isn’t right.” Hoseok defended, his tone holding an edge.

You stayed silent as the Yoongi surprising spoke up to support you. “YN let us accuse her and instead of walking out of here she sat and provided the company what they needed to help with damage control, firing her because some insane person thinks they can dictate who we do and do not work with is something I won’t stand beside.

“Thank you everyone, I don’t want to be a problem here I really don’t and if it comes to a point where it seriously could affect your careers I will leave. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of a major disruption to you all. Sejin I completely understand.” And the truth is you did, in their eyes BTS would always be worth more, even if the members themselves didn’t think as such.

“Okay, thank you.” Sejin gave a round of smiles, the men behind him looking peeved. “If that’s all you’re free to go home. I’ve cleared the schedule tomorrow no one needs to come in unless they want to.” Sejin turned to you. “ I’d like for you to set out a plan with those you’ll be teaching and come to an agreement on when you’d like to schedule set English lessons.”

You nodded in response, the days events wearing on you. He gave a final goodbye before leaving the room, it felt somewhat calmer with it just being yourself and the members there. “I’m sorry about that.” It was Namjoon apologising although he needn’t.

You put on your best smile, no matter how false. “It’s okay, I can understand their worry. I wanted to just get a list of the members who wanted to learn English, I can plan lessons for each of you tailored to your needs that way.”

“Firing such a good employee would be a mistake.” It was the first time Seokjin had spoke. “I’m not much into learning, a few base things would be nice though. So I could understand and interact with fans. Nothing complex. Maybe you could just put together a PowerPoint or something? I think lessons would be a bit too much for me right now.”

“I’m good with English.” Namjoon laughed. “If I ever need clarification I know where to find you.”

“Okay, anyone else?”

“Id like to.” Yoongi grumbled. Followed by a “me too Noona.” from Jungkook.

“I have sessions with Hoseok-Ssi planned for three days a week, they are 1-2 hours long a time. Is there anyone who wants something that intense?”

“I’m okay not taking lessons right now, what about you Taehyung?” Jimin turned to the singer beside him.

You wait for him to think it over. “Maybe the same as Seokjin Hyung, basic stuff.”

“Okay, just so I have this right. Both Seokjin-ssi and Taehyung-ah would like a document of some kind just detailing the basics of English conversation. Yoongi-ssi and Jungkook-ah would like lessons along with Hoseok-ssi, Namjoon-ssi is fine to go without.”

Words of approval were scattered. “I’d like mine maybe once a week, with the album production I don’t have much time.”. You admired yoongi for wanting to take on another task with how overrun he already seemed.

“Can we do twice a week Noona? I want to get better as soon as possible.” Jungkook was eager, enthusiastic and you loved to see it.

“Of course we can, Yoongi-Ssi what day would work best for you?”

“Thursday.” He responded instantly, as though he had already checked his cal see and marked a spot clear. “I don’t have much on a Thursday.”

“Okay Thursday it is, Jungkook- Ah?” You turn your head to the maknae who quickly pulls his phone out.

“Uhhh, probably a Sunday ?” Another pause. “Definitely a Sunday oh and Wednesday.”

Okay so Thursday is with Yoongi-ssi , Wednesday and Sunday with Jungkook-ah leaving every other day free. “Hoseok-ssi does that work for you?”

You turn to face him, sitting next to him meant he was a little out of your eye line. Your eyes met him as though he had been staring, you quickly averted your eyes.

“Please stop being so formal, I told you already just Hoseok or hobi. Oppa even, just not so formal.” He gives you a light smile. “I’ll probably do Monday, Tuesday and Saturday. I think we will all come for additional lessons, would that be okay? What about teaching two of us in a day?”

“My contract demands I’m available 24/7, any time you need me or want a lesson you can call me in, I don’t have many obligations so unless there’s a family issue then I should be able to come. Each lesson is only an hour or two so if need be I could do one lesson with you each a day.”

You took out your phone opening your notes to write down the plan you’d formulated.

Monday - Hoseok

Tuesday- Hoseok

Wednesday - Jungkook

Thursday -Yoongi

Friday -

Saturday - Hoseok

Sunday- Jungkook

That would leave you with Friday free, you could work with that. “I’m supposed to have a family dinner this weekend, I can reschedule for another week though.”

“No. Go to it.” Hoseok encouraged. “We can leave that session.”

“Family is important.” Yoongi agreed. “You should go.”

“Oh no it’s fine, work comes first I’m sure they will understand that. I’ll reschedule.”

“If you change your mind I’m fine cancelling our session.” It was kind of Hoseok, truly.

“Thank you. We should all get going, I’ll get as much planning done although the lessons probably won’t be as structured until next week. Think of this week as me just grasping where you need improvement and where your strong suits lie.”

You all stood from the table, the youngest three leaving as soon as possible, Yoongi and Namjoon following behind them. “Let me walk to you to the car?”

“You don’t have to do that.” You waved, shaking your head. “You’re busy enough.”

“It would be my honour.” He insisted, holding the door open for you. “Please?”

“Okay.” You resigned, walking through the open door.

“Today was difficult, I’m sorry you had to deal with this all so soon.” It really wasn’t his fault.

“Don’t apologise you didn’t cause this. Thank you for standing up for me.”

“Don’t thank me for that.”

Once you reached the car he opened the door for you. “Get home safe, oh and here!” He handed you a small sheet of paper.

“What’s this?” You questions unfolding it. “Numbers?”

“Our personal ones, our names are next to them. I spoke to the members yesterday and they agreed it was a good idea. Text me when you get Home safe.”

You quickly thanked him, sliding your bag into the car before getting in yourself. You see him stand there until the car had exited the lot.

You pulled out your phone, adding each new contact. Using their initials only.

The thought they trusted you enough to give you their personal contact details made you smile, no matter how small the gesture was.

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