(Cristi POV)

The rest of B2ST was dressed in their “disguises.”  It was actually pretty funny looking.  I didn’t bother to since it wasn’t necessary for me.  We crept down the streets of Seoul, trying to figure out where they would be, or where Yoseob would take Patricia.

I ruffled my hair and groaned.  It has only been 10 minutes…

“Where can they be?!”

They all shrugged, probably guessing what I had said.  Doojoon said (in Korean), shrugging,

“It’s not going to be easy.”

I groaned.  It was frustrating.  If I had some kind of tracking device on Patricia, it would’ve helped, but who would’ve thought that Yoseob was going to kidnap Patricia?  Apparently, none of thought that Patricia would’ve rubbed off on him.  I sighed.

“It’s not like they’re just going to magically appear on the other side of the road and…”

I trailed off, seeing two familiar faces running away from a mob of fans.  My eyes widened, followed by everyone else.  We could all hear Patricia screaming at Yoseob to run faster and Yoseob screaming some things back to her.  They kept running as the mob of fans chased after them cheetahs.

“Huh…I guess I was wrong…”

We followed behind, chasing them down.

(Patricia POV)

I continued screaming and running.  I had realized after a while that there was a mob of fans behind us, chasing us down.  I had stopped screaming at him to let go, but to go faster.  I was NOT going to get beaten up or anything else in that genre, by those fans.  I’ve heard of what they do to girls like me and I prefer my hair being on my head.

Yoseob turned us into an alley and pulled me into one of the dark shadows.  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and turned me against the wall.  The mob of fans ran right by us, oblivious that we were here.

My heart was pounding against my chest and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the running of not.  He smells good…  I looked at him.  He did seem familiar, but every time I thought about it, it hurts my head.  Huh…  I was suddenly aware of how close he was to me, that his arms were around me, and that he was staring at me.

“Yah…why’re you staring at me…?”

He didn’t answer me, which I’m assuming that he doesn’t understand that’s why.  But then he said, his voice soft,

“Gwen chan ah?”

I knew what that meant.  I nodded.  I was breathing steadily again from the running, by my heart hadn’t slowed down.  I was starting to think that it wasn’t the running, but it was from him.

“Let go of me.”

I was supposed to make it sound like a command, but it came out more like a suggestion.  As if he understood, he took a small step backwards and slipped his arms from me, but then he put his hands on my shoulders, holding me back against the wall.  My heart began pounding louder against my chest.

“What—what do you th-think you’re doing?”

Yoseob’s expression had this sadness to it and said (in Korean), whispering,

“I just want you to remember me.  Why can’t you remember me?”

He leaned towards me.

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-still06doll