Fracture S2 [Yoonseok FF]

● Pretty Face ●

Yoongi groans out loud, resting his elbow on his leg while palming his face with his hand,  and a drawn out stare fixed on the ticking clock on the wall.

Business was running slow, and not alot of customers had come in to eat except for an elderly couple that came in to celebrate their fifty year anniversary together.

"Do you think they still fuck?" Jimin, who is sitting on the table next to Yoongi, nonchalantly asks with a grin.

Yoongi's top lip lifts into a sneer, disgust overshadowing his features. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He mutters, trying so hard not to get a mental image of two old people getting it on.

"Relax hyung, I'm just trying to lighten up the mood since we got nothing better to do." Jimin shrugs his shoulders, boredom clear as day on his face.

With the lack of customers, the waiters have nothing to do either but sit around or clean the place, all bored as well.

"Anyways." Jimin continues. "I heard you made a delivery to the hospital yesterday. It must have sucked because when you came back, your face was really pale, and I mean paler than usual." Jimin pokes as Yoongi's cheek, the other slaps his hand away.

Indeed, after the scare Yoongi had back at the hospital, he returned to work with his thoughts a mess. He never told Jimin what happened, not wanting to worry him and also because he didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah, you know I hate hospitals. I feel suffocated whenever I'm near one." He ends up telling Jimin, the silver haired male nods, understanding Yoongi's paranoia with hospitals. 

He also has a bit of a paranoia for hospitals since he's been in one for months due to his near death experience.

"Alright boys, finish what you're doing and go home. We ain't got much customers and I don't need all my employees sitting on their ass doing nothing." Mr. Tao comes to announce, in his hand was a small bag with fresh made food ready to deliver. "Yoongi, before you go, make this last delivery. It's not far, just two blocks from the university hospital."

Yoongi groans loudly, his blissful moment of happiness shattered by this last minute delivery.

"I can wait for you here if you want." Jimin offers, but Yoongi turns him down, telling the younger to head on home.

Besides, the place wasn't too far and Yoongi knew he'd be back quickly.

So as Jimin bids him farewell and leaves, Yoongi grabs the bag of food and heads on out to his bike. He inputs the address in his navigator and sets off to the direction, it being an apartment building near the park.

Yoongi parks his bike out front and makes his way inside and up the elevator to the fourth floor where the delivery is meant to go.

"4B, 4C, ah, here it is, apartment 4D." Yoongi knocks impatiently on the door, anxiously tapping his left foot as he hears movement inside, followed by someone telling him they are coming.

The door clicks open, and Yoongi nearly drops the bag of food on the ground when he sees it's the same nurse from the hospital standing at the door smiling at him.

"Oh, it's you." She says with a light giggle, clearly surprised to see the same delivery guy again. "You're not gonna run off on me again, are ya?"

Yoongi feels his whole body burn up like a furnace, making him suddenly sweat and feel dizzy.

"Here." He mutters, handing her the bag of food.

She takes it, all while still retaining that smile on her face. That smile which belonged to Hoseok. "Are you okay? You seem abit pale."

Abit? Yoongi's face was as pale as a ghost, and the more he stares at her, the paler and dizzier he gets, until it becomes so overwhelming that he nearly falls back.

Luckily she grabs his arm before he falls and helps lean him against the wall for support. "Sir, are you alright? Please and sit down. I'll get you some water."

"No, it's fine." He tells her, wanting to get away from her because it feels like he's looking at Hoseok and that alone stirs the guilt in Yoongi's heart.

"You are not alright. Please come sit down and take a break. I insist."

Yoongi can tell she was not going to take no for an answer by the way she frowns with a pout. So with a heavy sigh he allows the woman to escort him into her apartment, where she has him sit on a wooden chair near a small table in the living room.

His head was still swirling, still feeling dizzy with shock. The woman goes into her kitchen and returns with a glass of water, Yoongi takes it and gulps it down, slowly feeling that dizziness subside alittle.

"How are you feeling?" She asks as she sits down across from him, carefully studying his facial features.

"Alittle better. Thanks." He tells her, now feeling embarrassed that he almost fainted in front of her.

She nods in return, seeing that he wasn't going to faint again. "That's reassuring. For a moment you've gotten so pale that it seemed like you've seen a ghost." She jokes, trying to lighten the mood, but Yoongi doesn't find any humor in it. "Or am I that ugly?" She ponders, touching the ends of her long black hair.

You're gorgeous, is what Yoongi wants to say, but obviously he wasn't going to tell her that. It would be creepy as hell since they are strangers to each other. "No, it's just that....you remind me of someone." He decides to tell her.

"Do I?" She tilts her head, smiling widely at him again. "I take it that person must have been very important for you to nearly pass out just by looking at me."

"Yeah, something like that." Yoongi gulps down a mound of guilt that had suddenly risen inside him. "I'm sorry, I have to go." He tells her as he gets up to leave, but she grabs his wrist, stopping him from going.

"You can stay a little longer and rest. I don't mind the company." Her offer was nice, but Yoongi refuses, not wanting to be a burden.

"It's okay, really." He gives her a small smile and she giggles at him again, reminding him of Hoseok. God, anything she does from giggling to smiling reminds him of Hoseok.

Which is why Yoongi can't stay any longer, because the more he's around this woman, the more he sees Hoseok, and that alone stirs up feelings inside him, feelings of longing and want.

She nods, understanding he might feel uncomfortable around her. "Well okay then. Give me a sec while I get the money for the food." She tells him, then hurries off to the couch and grabs the money from her purse.

She returns and pays him, still smiling at him in hopes to make him feel comfortable. Yoongi takes the money and thanks her, his heart pacing faster as their hands accidentally graze one another during the exchange.

Her hand is soft, just like his...

Yoongi leaves before his emotions get the better of him. When he finally reaches his bike outside, he takes a moment to just breathe, trying to keep himself from feeling lightheaded again.

"You're a fucking mess Yoongi." He mutters under his breath as he takes out the money she gave him and counts it, his brows furrowing when he comes across a piece of paper folded up between the bills.

Curiously, he opens it and stares in shock at the phone number written down, along with her name.

"Dawon." He whispers her name to himself, then looks up at her apartment window and sees Dawon smiling at him with a small wave.

Yoongi shyly waves back, his lips tugging into a gummy smile as he places the note into his pocket and rides off.

Dawon watches as Yoongi rides off, her smile still present when he rounds a corner and disappears.

Then as she's about to close her curtains, she sees someone staring at her from across the street, hidden within the shadow of the trees, wearing the same heart shaped smile just like her.

They both stare at each other for a few seconds, then a large bus passes between her line of vision.

But as soon as it disappears, so does the stranger, almost as if he was nothing more than a ghost.