I hope everyone is liking the story so far; I'm trying my best to make it a really good fanfic! "DON'T GET CLOSE" I seriously want to die as I'm laying in bed thinking about that same motorcycle almost running me over days ago. "I want to deny it". 💜💖💗💘💕💙💞❤️💗💖💎💎💗💙💞 Next morning, I search through my closet for something more presentable for my new job. My fingers stop at a bright pink dress, "Is this too dressy?" I walk out with the bright pink dress. For the first time, I walk down the street, feeling more confident. "People can stare, but they can't take away what makes me happy". The company comes into view, but then I see a familiar face also in my view. "Suga?", I look to see if I am hallucinating. He is putting on his helmet, about to take off towards the heavy traffic. I run to catch up, "Suga!", I yell. He flies past me as if I'm not there, "Am I invisible?" I watch his mint hair blowing in the wind. "Who is he really?" One of workers for the company comes over to me, "You have work to do". I pulled down my dress from the strong wind, "Don't want people seeing my underwear". I follow the worker to the company; my confidence never seems to fade from before. I walk into my office to see a pile of binders with papers stacked inside; my mind immediately thinks that there's no way I would be able to do all of the work". "Tae, this is the work assigned to you", one of the workers named Kathy says. I can easily see her smirk when she turns away. "I can't let her think that I can be easily pushed over", I think while I'm opening the first binder. "You don't have to do all of that", a voice says close to my ears. I want to turn my head, but my body freezes up. "Who are you?", I ask looking at someone unfamiliar. "Namjoon", he replies. His outfit sticks out like anything I've seen before, yellow long socks with timberland shoes, and a blue button-up shirt with shorts. "Are you working out?", I ask him. I didn't want to insult him. "Nope, here for a photoshoot", he answers. Then, a lady comes into the room, "Namjoon!, are you ready?" He says, "Ready as ever!" and leaves quickly. I want to laugh when I think of his clothing choice, "Truly interesting". 7:00 at night, and I'm still reading through the pile of binders. My eyes begin to see two of the same things. I'm beyond exhausted. Walking on the street at night is dangerous; I call a cab to pick me up. The world feels a lot different at night. Then, I hear a motorcycle come roaring down the street, near the sidewalk, slowing down. He lifts the helmet off his head and smiles back at me. "Suga?", I say thinking that I'm just imagining it. "Need a ride home?", he politely asks. I think back to the cab and just shrugged, "Oh well". I hop on the back of his bike, ready to feel the night air. He takes off like a race car; my hands nearly grab ahold of his waist. "Close one". Watching the lights and scenery makes me realize that the world is much more beautiful than what people think. Before I know it, my eyes drift off to sleep. "More work then I've ever done in one day". ❤️💙💜💎💗💘💖💞💕💘💞💖💜💗💙 I wake up to someone else's bedroom; the lights are dim and dreamy. I can make out a poster on the wall of "The Legend of Zelda". "I definitely wasn't in my room", I say to myself. Suga comes walking into the room, "Are you awake?", he asks. I set up and looked around, "Is this your room?" He slowly nods, "My world", he replies. The awkwardness inches it's way between us as he just stands there and smiles brightly. I got up from the bed and stretched like I had a good night's sleep. "I must be going", I say careful not to sound rude. "I know I'm rude". He stops me, "At midnight?" I glance over at his bed side clock and signed, "Only midnight?" He walks over to the windows where the moonlight shines through and closes the curtains slightly. "You should get some rest if you want to survive work", he tells me. I secretly laugh at his warning, "Did he care for me that much?" Suga walks back towards the door but slips on one of his underpants lying in the floor. He lands on his butt causing a loud 'boom!' on the floor. I rush over to him, "Are you okay?" I'm about to touch his shoulder when he slaps my hand away, "Please don't get close."