She assumed it would be easy to find someone with blonde hair in the middle of gray and almost dark streets. But she supposed wrong. There wasn’t sign of Yoongi anywhere, and she had already walked through all the streets in the area. Maybe she was inside some place, but she didn’t dare to enter any. At least not alone. She waited for a while with the hope that Suga would appear, circling around the lamppost where she used to see him when she still didn’t know his nickname, when he was just an attractive guy who was there every night, with all the tranquility of the world and with the hands in the pockets of his jacket.

The minutes passed. She had to hide from a drunk man and, running away from him, ended up near the riverbank. With a sigh, she began to walk until she saw something shining in the grass on the shore. She approached.

When she saw Yoongi lying on the grass, looking at the sky and with his eyes wide open, she thought he was drugged or drunk. She walked very slowly to him, but he realized that someone was approaching him dangerously and got up, fast, to face her with one of those cold looks.

- Are you omnipresent or what? - He protested.

- I was looking for you.

He sank his fists into the pockets of his jacket, as usual and clicked his tongue. - You shouldn’t be here, it's late.

- I always leave work at this time. - She said shrugging and sat on the grass, right where he was lying before, with Yoongi's legs behind her. He remained standing, without saying anything. - You're not going to talk? Like always?

She raised her head to see him. Suga looked forward. She didn’t know if he moved his legs because he was nervous, upset or just cold. And indeed, he didn’t speak at all. She stayed minutes watching him from below, waiting in vain for him to say something. She sighed, and lowered her head realizing how crushed his knees were. As the pants he wore were broken, she could see the bruises and wounds almost healed. She brushed her pale legs with the tips of my fingers almos