All of a sudden, your eyes fluttered open. You gasped and sat up. You looked at the clock on the wall and calmed down. *It’s only 6:30.*
You glanced to your side. Zico was asleep. You blinked at his outstretched arm. *How did I end up sleeping on his arm?*
You shot him a suspicious look then broke out into a chuckle.
You softly gazed at him. *He’s really good-looking.*
You gently swiped your fingertip over each of his facial features.
Zico slightly jolted in his sleep and you jumped. *Whew, that was close.*
You quietly got up and headed to the door. You were about to open it when you spotted familiar figures from the window. You loudly gasped *THEY’RE HERE!*
The Dragons were in their black suits looking around. People gave them queer looks. They turned around.
You quickly pressed yourself against the wall. *How did they know?! I thought they wouldn’t come in here…* You were going to be sick. You patted your pockets for your cell phone but realized it was in the locker. *Darn! What do I do now?!*
Just then, Zico woke up. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Were you going to ditch me again?” You didn’t answer. Zico furrowed his eyebrows *Something is wrong.* He came over, “What’s the matter?”
Your pale face gave nothing away.
Zico eyed you, “You know…you look just like last night at the club…” He looked outside. Strangely, some men were going against the dress code and were wearing the same black suits as last night-
Everything registered into his mind at once.
Zico stared at you, “They’re after you…” Your bottom lip trembled. “Why?” He whispered. “I don’t have time to explain.” You reached for the doorknob but he grabbed your hand.
“I have to get out of here!” You hissed.
“First, tell me why.” Zico gave you a hard look.
You desperately sighed, “I will, okay? But not in here. When we’re out there. So if you’re not going to help, can you just let me go?”
His eyes shifted to the window and his jaw tightened, “They’re coming.”
Your eyes widened, “Muh?!”
Zico swiftly pulled the towel over your head and pushed you up against the wall.
“Ow!” You yelped. “What are you doing?!” He pressed himself closely against you with his hands on your hips. *OMG! WHAT IS GOING ON?!* You were about to have a heart attack. “You -“ You struggled.
“Keep still.” Zico hissed. “I’m trying to save your life.”
You stopped *What?* He angled his face so that it seemed like he was about to kiss you. You actually squeezed your eyes tightly. *What kind of heroic plan is this?!*
The door burst open and cool air swept in. You gulped *Caught.* You glanced down to see black dress shoes. You were starting to shake badly.
Zico gripped onto your hips tightly, as if to calm you down. His lips lightly brushed against your cheeks. You were too scared to be annoyed that he would use the opportunity to do skinship with you. Still, you felt comforted that he was near you.
Zico was whipped away. “What the hell, man?!” He snarled. “Can’t a man get some privacy with his girl?”
You kept still with the towel over your face.
The men suspiciously looked at you, looked at his fierce face, and left with a dark mutter, “Kids these days.”
When the door slammed shut, you sank onto the ground in relief.
“Now isn’t the time. Come on. We gotta get you the hell out of here.” Zico grabbed your arm and yanked you up. He looked out the window then opened the door.
The Dragons were nowhere in sight.
Zico looked at you. You were blankly staring into space.
“Yah, yah.” He lightly tapped your cheeks, “Focus. You can’t pass out on me now.”
You shook your head to snap out of your daze.
“I want you to change as quick as possible. Come meet up with me in the front, araso?” Zico asked. You nodded. “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and led you out.
Zico pushed you to the women’s section and darted into the men’s to change.