Maybe he should knock again, and so he did. But there was still no response. He was hundred percent sure she was home since she said she would be after all. Yoongi tried for the knob and the front door opened right away. That’s funny, why didn’t she lock her front door? Anyway, he just wanted to drop by some snacks as he was in the area for schedules so he helped himself in, slipping his shoes off to head towards the kitchen counter, leaving the bag of cupcakes and macaroons there.
But where is she? He took his legs to the living room and there wasn’t a sign of the latter either until he heard it, he heard some faint noises coming from her bedroom. Was she crying? And it was already slightly opened so it won’t hurt to come and say hello. So, yeah, he headed towards her bedroom door and he wasn’t really expecting anything until he pushed it open, the scene before him making him freeze in place and his mouth fell open – yet not having any exact words. Zaara was laying on her back, with her knees brought up and her legs were spread rather widely and having her hand in between her thighs, she was definitely whimpering too which caused Yoongi unable to move from his place. “What the fuck.” That was all he could say before he quickly turned around, slamming the door shut by accident then he headed straight to the front door again, struggling put his sneakers back on so he could quickly get out.
Who would have thought. After spending years living practically alone in an apartment, the day she actually planned to have some private me-time, she forgot the most important thing. Locking the front door. Zaara, who was afraid of everything, who usually checked fifteen times if doors were locked, if windows were shut, forgot to shut it properly. But she didn’t even know, she didn’t even notice. Well, how could she? No one ever visited her before shooting a quick text - or well, ringing the doorbell. No one had “warned” her, so she did not expect anybody. Or had she forgotten that, too? Had she had plans that had slipped out of her mind? All that didn’t matter as she was immersed into certain activities; activities that were very intimate and not meant to be known of by others. Even if majority of people did it, even if it was natural, Zaara were to die of embarrassment if anyone besides her boyfriend ever found out.
And that was soon to happen. She was right at it, shameless and lost in her own world - after all she was alone or so she thought and there was nothing wrong with it, now was it? But then she heard a faint mumble, her door being slammed shut, and that’s when she knew it was over. Heart pacing as if she had run a hundred miles, eyes wide open, mouth slightly parted as she was trying to figure out what to do. Whoever just caught her redhanded, she had to avoid them for the rest of her life from now on. Zaara fixed her underwear and the oversized hoodie she had been wearing, quickly rushed out of her room with her legs shaking in shock. She was scared, didn’t know who to expect, didn’t know what to say either, no matter who she’d find now. And part of her hoped the person would have just left, would make things a little easier. Right? She gulped when she heard a few muffled sounds close to her front door. Hesitant steps took her there and she thought she would faint the moment she saw that familar silhouette, Yoongi’s silhouette. To confront him or to turn and run away? As direct and open as she was, today she picked the second choice. And she attempted, turned and tried to run, but instead she just bumped against the corner where two walls connected and hissed out a whiny “fuck, ouch”. Well, it was worth a try. Holding her arm, she didn’t even dare to turn around. ❝Can we like.. pretend all of this never happened.. you just go and.. erase the images, the memories?❞
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