Down That Road

Chapter One: Let's Go

   There are so many reasons as to why I am in this car with the widely known Mr Kim Namjoon. Let me just start from the beginning.

**four months ago**

   "Sadly they don't have your luggage ma'am. I'm sorry. There must've been a mishap while boarding," the attendant said. I breathed out a shaky sigh and ran my fingers through my long blonde hair.

   "If you would please take a seat in the waiting room we will take care of this as quickly as we can," she said, directing me to the seating area.

   I obeyed, sitting down in an empty seat with no one near me except a man across from me on his phone, his luggage next to him as he typed away on his screen.

   I took out my phone as well to check for messages and reply to the few messages I received.

   "So, I overhead that you lost your luggage," I heard. I snapped my head up looking at the man across from me but he was still consumed in his phone. I looked around to try and find who said it but everyone else was too far away doing there own thing.

   I opened my mouth to ask who said that but the man across from me suddenly looked up at me. His eyes locked with mine. His piercing gaze penetrated my thoughts causing me to lose my train of thought. I looked away not able to keep the stare any longer while still trying to keep my cool.

   "Why were you eavesdropping?" I asked, looking at him but this time able to keep my emotions from surfacing. My face hardened when he smirked and a dimple appeared. My heart fluttered but I tried not to show it. I scoffed and he raised an eyebrow.

   "I wasn't, actually, the attendant was quite loud," He said setting his phone down next to him. He sat up and leaned his elbows on his knees. I sat back, furthering the distance and crossed my knees.

   He smirked, shook his head and looked down. "Now, we can both agree that you are not their first priority," he said, looked back up, his face now serious.

   "What do you want?" I asked, getting to the point. I had no intention on making friends here. My business was serious and I couldn't be getting involved with others, especially when they look as good as him.

   "Look, I can tell you aren't very fond with me so far," he said and I scoffed again. That's an understatement.

   He shook his head and continued, "But I can help you. You can get your luggage and we can be on own separate ways."

   "And what's in it for you?" I asked, crossed my arms and gave him a hard look.

   "What's in it for me huh," he said, leaned back in his seat and looked out the large window panes to the left of him.

   "If I help you, you would be helping me in return. Probably without even knowing it. But you don't need to know. That's my problem not yours," he said and rested his arm on the chair next to him.

"I guess it doesn't matter. Forget I said anything," he said after I didn't answer for a few minutes.

"Excuse me?" I said then sat up fully enhanced in this conversation now.

"Who said I wasn't thinking about it?" I continued, putting a smug look in my face. His face lit up revealing some attractive features.

"Alright. Let's go," he said, standing. He grabbed his phone and a small hand bag on the chair next to him. I stood, adjusting the strap to my purse across my chest.

   "Did you bring anything to eat? Food, water?" He said, turning to look at me. He's taller than I would've thought, lean and defined but not too muscular. I shook my head no.

   "I wasn't planning for a mission of this sort," it's true, not of this sort.

   He gave me a weird look and shook his head once again. He began walking towards a small coffee shop, bought two caramel macchiatos and two small pastries.

   "This should hold us over for a little while," He said, handing me my drink and pastry.

   "Thanks for buying," I said, we sat at the table and he nodded in acknowledgement.

   "So are you going to tell me why you're doing this for me?" I asked finally.

   He shook his head, looking down at his almost finished pastry. He popped the last piece in his mouth and took his time finishing it.

   I sighed, "Really? You're not going to tell me?"

   "Nope," he said, emphasizing the 'p'.

   "Fine, but I'll figure it out eventually," I said, standing with my trash in hand. I threw away the pastry wrapper and finished my coffee then threw the cup away as well.

   "Alright let's go," he said, throwing his stuff away too.

   I followed him out of the store and we made our way to a small corridor. He looked around for any attendants and found none. He motioned me to creep closer to him. He peered around the corner and then swiftly turned back.

   He pushed me against the wall with the back of his arm. An attendant walked by us but turned the other way not noticing us. I released a breath and noticed that he's gone. I panicked for a second and then he popped his head from the corner. I looked at him relieved and he told me to follow him.

   We made our way down the brightly lit corridor and two attendants walked by us.

   "I'm sorry sir, but you can't be down here," the taller attendants said.

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