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Your POV.....

The car came to halt. The house was not majestic, a small middle class house. It had a small garden but because of the darkness I couldn't check it out. The lights of the all the other houses that surrounded it were dark. So was this house. While I was busy looking at the features of the surrounding, I was jerked beacuse of the car door from driver's seat  closing or should I say slamming.

I stared at that seat a little until his voice called, "Hey miss, get down!" I saw him shouting from the front porch of his house. Immediately I got down and made my way to him. He turned to the door as I got closer to him, he shoved in the keys making me mentally pity on that non living thing. Finally he opened it, turning on the lights and dropping the keys in a bowl. I peeked in looking at the simple furnished entrance.

I walked in a corridor which led straight, to the left side two opening were there. Not knowing the place I decided to act like a new comer and walked behind him. He entered one of them, it was dark. Before I could bump into any other things he switched on the lights.

The room was moderate with white and blue walls. TV in a corner, black and tall curtains drawn over the window, sofas on the other end on the room, a teapoy in the middle, three shelves; one filled with books and the rest with alcohol bottles.

The only thing that looked disorted was that the place was messed up. Clothes, beer bottles, fast food packages, newspapers, cigarette butts here and there. I blinked my eyes few time before parting my lips to speak.

"Ummm... Am I sleeping here?" My voice came out excatly confused. "No." He replied monotoned. I nodded understanding his decision. "Let me lead you to the room." He turned to me and walked past me like a robot. "Is this guy really not of my use?" I rolled my eyes as I whispered.

"Are you not coming?" He called. "Yes." I shouted back and ran to the entrance, where a staircase led upstairs. He was at the top turning back to check me. I took my steps and followed.

There were a row of three doors and a bathroom next to the end of stairs. He walkd to the end room and opened the door. I walked in after a few minutes, the room was lit with orange-yellow lights making it a little dark. He pulled the sheets out of the bed and took one to cover the mattress. Once it was done he moved to the pillow and changed its covers. He walked to the long curtains and pulled the sides to let the moonlight shower in.

He turned to me, "There you can sleep here." His all time dull voice came out of his lips. I nod, "Thank you."

He looked the other way and nodded. "If you need a blanket. Take one from this." He pointed to a cupboard on the other side of the bed. I nodded again.

He walked past me with his glazed face. Just as he reached the stairs, he turned "Do not come down during midnight." He warned me. I gave him a weak smile and closed the door.

I walked to the bed and flopped on it. "Why did he say that?" I stared out to the alluring night. I took my steps to the window.

"Did I make a wrong decision coming with this man?" I looked at the off light street. "Will he be of no use?" I leaned against the window. "Oh god please, I want him to be some use to my gang. I didn't go through all those clingy things just to have a sleepover here." A deep sigh left.

I can't choose wrong men or women. I pick elite ones. How can I mistake it this once. Ahhaha. God, how can I find his potential and benefitial attributes.

He said his name was Yoongi, right?

Yes, the police records. God, how could I forget about that?! My phone.

I took my phone from the purse. The screen lit with me and appa's picture. I opened it, pressing on the police records of people. I pressed search, typing his name and entering.

Finally the moment came. My answers!

There it was his profile. He was wearing the special officer's uniform. A simple smile on his face. Wow! This man can smile.

"Name: Min Yoongi. Sex: Male. It is obvious that he is a man." I rolled my eyes. "Birth of date: 9th March 1993, hmm older than me. Oh, he is 32 years old and I am 26, yea, whatever. Next, marital: Yes. Cool, like he said."

"Next," I scrolled down. "Currently: suspended." I made a shocked face. "Suspended! For what?" I nearly shrieked. My search for the reason then began. Just below that statement it justified the reason. "Absence in work and illegally conducting investigation." It said.

I closed my eyes trying to calm myself. These are just silly reason. "This is why our nation just doesn't improve. Fuck these laws." I switched off my phone while walking to the bed.

I reached for my short gun belt which I tied under my dress, at last placing them on the bed. Taking the blanket from the so said cupboard and flopping to bed going to sleep.

Baby, I like the way

That you keep moving 'round the place

And when you're dancing in my face

Oh, I just play it cool

Baby, I like the way

That you keep moving 'round the place

And when you're dancing in my face

Oh, I just play it cool

I heard my ringtone, I peek to see my phone ringing. "Who is this in the middle of night?" I whined swipped the call to attend it. "Yes?" "Y/n, where are you?" I heard uncle Dasung's voice. "Yes, uncle?"

"Where are you Y/n?" His voice was scared. "I am staying at a motel. What happened?"

"I was scared thinking something had happened. These idiots came without you which caused to worry." I could feel him getting alright. "It is alright, they were just enjoying their time. It was my fault. I came to the motel without informing them. I will come there by noon." I tried to sound soft even with my hoarse voice.

"Were you asleep?" I face palmed hearing his question. I checked the time and it was 2:30 already. "Of course uncle, it is 2:30 in the morning." I complimented.

"Oh, yes. Alright then, good night." He wished me. "Same to you." I replied back.

From all the interrogation, my throat was dry. Slowly I made my way to the door and opened, stepping out. I tip toed till down the stairs. I heard the TV and gradually took steps to the kitchen, may be. While I was passing by it happened that my gaze fell on the sleeping figure on the sofa.

The light from the TV was hitting his body. I ignored the scene and walked to the dark room, my destination hoping it was the kitchen. And it was. I switched the lights on, the kitchen was a mess too. With all my need to drink water I ignored it and drank cold water from the fridge. Making a bee line to the room without a sound.