Your entire body froze. You couldn’t do anything but stare at the men, traumatized. Your legs turned to jelly and your hands began to shake.
Zico looked at you in concern, “You all right?” He glanced back but all he could see were men in black suits, a common sight for him.
One of them turned around.
You gasped and reflexively ducked behind Zico. You grabbed onto his jacket and made sure it covered your face.
Zico blinked, surprised by your sudden burst of action. “What’s going on? Why are you hiding?”
“N-no reason.” You stammered. You peeked up.
One man looked your way.
You squealed and started making a beeline for the exit.
*What the hell?* Puzzled, Zico followed you. He caught your arm before you could leave. “What’s wrong?”
“Then why are you trying to leave already?” Zico impatiently asked.
You bit your lip anxiously. You couldn’t tell him. At least, not now.
You looked around. The men were searching through the crowd.
*Shoot!* You just yanked Zico out the door with you. “Yah!” He was shocked.
Nevertheless, you kept a firm grip on him and kept running.
“Where are we running to?!” Zico was beyond confused now.
“I don’t know! Just keep running!” Your heartbeat was thumping as hard as your footsteps on the concrete.
The two of you turned into a dark corner and stopped. Zico bent over to catch his breath. You glanced over the corner to see if the men were following. To your relief, they weren’t. You sighed in relief and sank against the wall.
“What was that all about?” Zico frowned.
You lightly shrugged, “I was tired of the club.”
“So we ran away like someone would kill us?” He raised an eyebrow.
*Not you. Me.* You innocently beamed, “Running is good for you.”
“So what now?” Zico rubbed the back of his neck.
“Um, I think I’ll head home.” You said. “What?!” He yelped.
“You can go back to the club.” You headed towards the bus stop.
Zico rolled his eyes *Like I want to without you.* He followed you, “Wait up.” You stopped. “I’ll take you home.” Zico offered.
You would’ve declined but you would feel better if someone would be able to protect you. The two of you took the bus to your neighborhood.
You stopped a few yards from your house. “You can go now.”
“Yeah, just diss me like that.” Zico rolled his eyes.
You laughed, “Thanks for taking me home, Zico.”
“No problem. What are friends for?” He smiled and shrugged.
You warmly smiled. *So this is what it feels like to have a friend. I missed out on a lot.* “See you on Monday.” You waved.
Zico made sure you safely went inside before disappearing.