Escapade

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Class of 2013- Mitski ♬♪

Yuna meanders through the familiar streets, a solitary beacon of light amid the daily humdrum of life. Her presence, like a warm sunbeam, extends to every soul she encounters. A nod, a smile – her cheerful demeanor weaves bonds that bind this community together. In her simple interactions, she radiates an unspoken kindness that the world so desperately craves.

As the sun surrenders to the impending night, the nurse prepares for another shift, a cog in the machine of routine. Since that enigmatic encounter, the dark hours have become her refuge, a canvas upon which the enigma of her thoughts paints itself. The moon, a silent witness, gazes down upon the theater of her life.

In the labyrinth of her obligations, her gaze wanders, recognizing a familiar face in every passing shadow. Mistaken identities merge, the line between reality and illusion blurring – mistaking each figure for the enigmatic man who lives in her thoughts rent free.

Amidst the mechanical rhythm of her duties, a fleeting memory, a vestige of their shared moment, rushes past. Emotions surge, an orchestra of longing and uncertainty, only to be drowned out by the chorus of laughter from a coworker.

The laughter fades, leaving Yuna alone with the remnants of a connection she struggles to define, a puzzle with pieces that defy assembly.

Suddenly, a visitor arrives, disrupting the fragile equilibrium of her emotions. Her heart races, believing it's him – the man who's haunted her since that night.

Eager anticipation gives way to crushing disappointment as her mother steps into view. The elegantly dressed figure before her seems a world away from the familiar, warm presence she once knew.

"I see now that sucking dick has finally paid off," bitterness tinges Yuna's voice, carrying the weight of unresolved pain.

Her mother's eyes roll in exasperation. "I'm your mother. Watch your words."

The words hang in the air, laden with unspoken histories. Yuna's gaze hardens, the wounds of abandonment resurfacing. "You lost that title long ago."

A heavy silence envelops them, a storm of emotions threatening to break free. Her mother's voice pierces the quiet. "Why do you work in a place like this? It's a mess. I could give you money."

"I don't want your filthy money,"

"Anyways, I didn't come here to chitchat," her mother continues, her tone dismissive. "You're invited to my wedding next week."

Pain and sorrow collide within Yuna's eyes. She wrestles to keep her composure, forcing a tight smile to mask her turmoil. She manages to steady her voice, uttering a plea to leave before security is called.

The door closes behind her mother, leaving Yuna to confront the echoes of her past and the weight of her fractured family. In this solitary moment, her emotions surge, revealing the rawness that lives beneath the surface.

Her steps falter as she navigates the dimly lit streets, the clink of empty soju bottles a haunting melody against the silence. The night wraps around her like a cloak of uncertainty, leading her through the labyrinth of her thoughts. Amidst the darkness, she stumbles upon the doorstep of her past – the house that once held laughter, love, and simpler days.

Across the street, in the quiet solitude of the night, Sunghoon's footsteps echo as he embarks on his nocturnal wanderings. It's then that he stumbles upon a scene that both puzzles and intrigues him.

A figure, swaying gently and holding herself, caught in the throes of an emotional storm and murmering the words father over and over again. It's the nurse from that fateful encounter, the connection that's lingered like an unfinished melody in his mind.

Curiosity draws him closer, his heart a mix of empathy and uncertainty. Her words reverberate in his thoughts, a cryptic message that now takes on new meaning.

"When it gets too much, just run away. Doesn't matter where or when, just run."

With a tentative gesture, he reaches out, his touch light as a whisper. Their eyes meet, a silent recognition of shared struggles. Without words, he takes her hand, a gesture that transcends logic and speaks to the unspoken connection between them. And then they run, side by side, through the quiet streets, a pair of souls seeking refuge in each other's presence.

As they run, they become a spectacle to the world around them, two souls intertwined in a dance of vulnerability and escape. In their shared flight, they find solace, a haven within the chaos. And amidst the darkness of the night, a bond blooms, uniting them in a way that neither of them could have anticipated.

He leads her to a modest ramen restaurant, guiding her to the seats by the window. They settle side by side, their gazes fixed on the outside world. A comfortable silence hangs between them – not awkward, but rather a shared understanding. He's careful not to push her boundaries; there's a distance between them that he respects. After all, they're just two people with a mysterious connection.

Breaking the silence, Yuna's voice cuts through the air like a whisper, "You remembered what I told you..."

He shrugs nonchalantly, attempting to play it cool. "Not really. There was just someone following you."

She raises an eyebrow playfully. "So, you're my shining knight in armor?"

A retort hovers on his lips, but before he can respond, steaming bowls of ramen are placed before them. They begin to eat, the clatter of chopsticks punctuating the quiet intimacy of the moment. Yuna gathers her courage again, her voice soft yet determined. "I need your help."

He doesn't look up from his food, his tone slightly dismissive. "I don't want to."

Unperturbed by his response, she continues, "I need someone to help me complete my bucket list."

He eyes her curiously, skepticism evident in his gaze. "And why me? I could be a murderer for all you know."

Her lips curve into a wry smile. "If you were, then why did you save me from the so-called stalker? At least when you lie, remember it."

He narrows his eyes at her, a hint of challenge in his gaze. Slowly, he leans in, attempting to assert an intimidating presence. "Maybe because I wanted you all to myself."

Her laughter rings out, diffusing the tension. Undeterred, she retorts, "Are you in love with me or something?"

In a surprising move, she leans against his chest, her ear close enough to hear his heartbeat.

He meets her gaze, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Good luck finding someone to help with your bucket list."

With that, he stands up to settle the bill, leaving her taken aback. She rises to leave, only to find him waiting for her at the exit.

Her smile is met with his attempt to brush it off. "What if that stalker comes back?"

"Whatever, loverboy."

Before she can react, he sprints off, and she chases after him, her laughter carried on the breeze. As she catches up, she playfully hits his shoulder, the touch lingering like an unspoken connection.

Author's note:
Why are they so cute together tho?

Tbh i was thinking of leaving the character's name to your imagination but then i gave up so if u see y/n in some chps i mustve forgot to edit them srry in advance 🫢

ANYWYAS LOOK AT BABY JYP LMFAOOO
the fact that he always looked like that rubs me off in the wrong way 😓🤞