Colder Than Winter [BTS | Drama | Romance]

39. Makes For Poetic Endings

HOSEOK

"This has gone too far. We need to tell her parents. They'll worry when she doesn't come home anyway," Uncle Kwangsoo decided with concern. Heejae nodded earnestly. The woman leaned solemnly on the wall on one side of the hotel room while my uncle paced in front of the curtained windows. Yoongi was seated by the desk straddling the matching mahogany chair, his arms perched on the back rest. His teeth nervously chattered away at his finger nails.

I sat on my bed fighting the urge to go and seek those bastards out. "She wouldn't want that! Besides, they'll call the police and if they show up - if anyone else shows up but me, they'll kill her," I said through gritted teeth. "Let me go and you won't even have to involve them! Once Woobin has me, they'll leave her alone. They'll leave everyone alone! She can be back home safe before the day is done!"

"You're not going alone. I'm not going to repeat myself again," my uncle growled. His face had gotten redder with every minute he knew there was no solution. Not this time. I didn't like it either but Yurim was in the worst danger she's been in and time was running out.

"Her parents will likely be at the Spa until the evening." Yoongi jumped in. "If we can figure something out we can get her back before they know something's wrong."

I wished he only told me about Yurim being taken. Maybe then we wouldn't be having this pointless conversation. But Heejae kept my location under wraps and this issue was the only one big enough to let him in on the mystery.

I hated every single second we were still in this room, doing nothing. Knowing she was scared, alone, and possibly hurt made my blood boil so hot, I swear it could melt through my skin at any moment!

When no one could provide any bright ideas, uncle Kwangsoo suggested that everyone take a break. I tried to talk my way into going out to find something for everyone to eat but was quickly denied and Heejae went out instead. It wasn't surprising that no one fell for my attempt at escape but at his point, I'd try anything.

Instead, I went out onto the balcony, earning a warning from my uncle not to stay out for too long. Not only was it painful not to go after Yurim but it was torture being cooped up here day after day. Even before Yoongi's bad news, I was barely allowed outside. My uncle really wasn't taking any chances.

The sunlight's warmth grazed my skin. The fresh air felt like freedom. I leaned over the railing and peered down. The ground seemed to breath - close one instant then a world away the next. We were twelve floors up. I considered climbing down, but I'd probably die trying. Which wouldn't do any good if I deprived the mob the pleasure of ending me themselves.

I looked next to me where two chairs and a table sat. It was there where I wrote my letters to her while looking over the other buildings. The city itself wasn't very majestic looking, but seeing them bathed in the beginning and ending rays of the sun made the day and the day to come feel new and hopeful. That's exactly what I wanted to give her through my letters: hope.

I'll have to ask Yoongi to give them to her - the letters I hadn't sent yet. I hoped to fix them a bit - make them sound less pathetic but it seems my awkward words would be the last ones I'll ever give her.

"Hi, again!" I heard a voice call out to me in English. To my left in another balcony was the foreign girl from next door. She caught me out here a lot and tried to make conversation a few times. Though, our knowledge of each other's languages were limited.

"Hi," I offered a small but empty smile given my current circumstance.

"You writing again?" She asked. I thought about her words and slowly translated it in my head.