Found

After, what felt like, years of searching, there was still no clue to where Yoongi was. A little part of me thought of the possibility of him deserting me, but then again, he's too loyal to my father to do that.

Fairly speaking, I must say that the time I spent with Junghyun, the male with burgundy hair, was fun and memorable. He made a good companion to be with. However, there was something about him that made me feel a percent unsettled.

Although I tried my best to ignore this feeling and get along with the male, it has been poking me like a pin. There was a deep connection that I felt each time I look at him or hear him talk.

We walked through the stalls with me eating my candy apple, which Junghyun bought for me. It seemed that the festival already started judging by all people swarming around, crowding the place.

"Why can't we find him? Why did this festival had to be today? This is too frustrating! What if I can never find him? What am I going to do?" I voiced out, ready to panic.

Junghyun placed his hand on my shoulder, attempting to calm me down and said, "Don't worry. If we can't find him, I'll take care of you."

I laughed thinking of it as a joke, as Junghyun did the same. But his eyes held a different story. It was as if each word he said had a truth on them, increasing the disturbing feeling in my stomach.

"I can take care of myself so I have no need for your offer."

"It's didn't show much when you were crying earlier."

"I was so not."

"Liar," he mumbled in a tone, which was loud enough for me to understand clearly.

"I heard that."

"Well, I am glad you did. You're seriously not behaving like someone being dumped."

"I was not dumped. I just got lost."

"Say whatever that makes you feel better."

I stick my tongue out at him and walk forward, desperately hoping to find any traces of Yoongi. Right then, someone's silver hair caught my eyes and relief spread throughout my body.

Pushing through the crowd, I began running towards the direction of who I think is Suga. I slammed my hands on his back, causing him to turn back, pointing at me with the sword in his hand.

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Yoongi kept on scolding me about my carelessness, and the whole time I had my head down, pretending to be guilty, which I maybe was. But what felt good was, even though he was yelling at me, it sounded as if though it was because of worry, not fury or trouble.

"I am so sorry, Suga. But I am okay. See. Oh yeah! Junghyun helped me."

"Junghyun?"

"He is the boy that helped me."

In the midst of all these, I realized that I left Junghyun behind. I didn't even get to thank him for whatever he has done. Without him, I, for sure, would have been clueless.

"I saw no one with you."

"No, there was someone with kind of burgundy hair."

He shook his head, indicating a no.

"Weird. I guess he left after he saw that I found you."

"You shouldn't have trusted a stranger that you don't even know."

"I didn't trust him. I just let him help me. He was my only option."

"You're seriously hopeless. It would be better to simply tie you up."

"Hey! Stop being so mean. It's your fault too. You left my hand."

Suga stayed silent to that and mumbled, "Sorry," in a low tone.

"Wow! Did you apologise right now?"

"I don't know. Stop annoying me."

"I wasn't. I was merely asking you."

Yoongi turned away, and this time, tightly grabbing my hand, he made me follow him. But I didn't want to leave yet. I wanted to enjoy this festival, as it seemed interesting.

"Yoongi," I called.

He have no reply to it.

"Suga."

Again, he ignored it.

"Min Yoongi."

This time, too, he ignored it.

"Hey! Shortie."

And that made him turn, glaring me. Talking about his height might be a sensitive topic to him, judging by his expression. It was hard for me to control my laughter now, after looking at how immature he looked.

"Don't call me that."

I giggled, replying, "Sorry, my mistake, but do you want to look around?"

"No."

"Please, we may never come here. It seems fun; it would be just a pity to go back."

"Too dangerous."

"Come on, you can protect me. And I am sure that no one would be a fool to attack with all these people here."

"You never know."

"Pretty please, and it's not as if we are much safe at the inn either."

"True."

"So?"

"Okay, just for a bit."

"Thank you," I squealed, jumping.

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Yoongi and I went around to see different shows and dramas held, with me fooling and him sighing at everything I do. His company felt nice when he is not being rude to me.

There were bunch of games to play too, but Yoongi, being a miser he is, wasn't willing to spend a penny. And I, on the other hand, had no money with me.

"Yoongi, just one game. Spending a little won't harm a bit, " I pleaded, hoping that he will come out of his stinginess.

"You don't seem to know the importance of money."

Unable to answer, I simply pout, wholeheartedly wishing that it would work.

"Let's go," he says, ignoring my pout.

"Where? To play the games?"

"Just one, I am telling you."

"Okay, then, let's go play that fishing game."

"You better put the money I am spending to a good use."

"Don't worry. You might not know this, but back at home, I was a legend at playing all kinds of games."

"Whatever you say."

"I am not lying. You can ask Taehyung."

He said nothing to it and moved forward towards the fishing game.

Our time that day was one of the best day spent together. However, this day, other than giving us a good memory, had just complicated everything for me and Yoongi. Yet, I can't seem to regret it.