I lock my car, my heart sinking at the idea of leaving it here. I place my hand on it's hood, the white metal cool under my palm.

"I'll be back to get you as soon as possible, Aro," I whisper softly to the vehicle.

I hear a snort behind me.

"You call your car, Aro?" Jimin asks, his voice incredulous. I feel my cheeks heat at his words so I keep my head turned from him.

"And if I do?" I asks, my voice icy.

"N-nothing," he stammered, "There's nothing wrong with naming your car."

"That's what I thought," I say, walking towards the sign.

Jimin fell into step behind me, the crunch of the gravel under our feet the only sound surrounding us. Part of me wants to fill the silence, to continue the argument we were having in the car. Another part, the bigger and more emotional part, wanted me to ignore Jimin. It wasn't my fault that he got his panties in a twist about Hoseok, right?

I picked up my pace, ready to get into my own room and away from Jimin. The footsteps behind me picked up, trying to keep up with my new pace. Pretty soon we were in an unspoken race, each of us trying to walk faster than the other. Walking turned to jogging, and jogging to running. After a few minutes, we were full-on sprinting, neck-in-neck with each other as the motel sign came into view. It gleams like a star in the darkness and I push my legs harder, begging them to move faster so I could beat Jimin to it.

As I approach the finish line, I turn to smile at Jimin, sure of my victory. My arrogance got the best of me though, as I trip over my own two feet, tumbling to the ground. Picking my face out of the dirt, I look up to see Jimin cross the finish line, throwing his fist up in celebration.

I groan, letting my face fall back to ground. I hear footsteps approaching me, but I can't bring myself to look up and see the smug grin that I know Jimin is wearing on his face right now. His footsteps stop, and the gravel shifts under his weight as he positions himself in front of me.

"Are you okay, Yoongi?" he asks, concern clear in his voice.

I raise my head a bit, letting myself look at him. There he was: crouched in front of me, his eyes filled with concern for my well being, no smug grin in place. I try to lift myself from the ground, my skinned palms screaming in protest at the weight being placed on them. I grit my teeth, a small hiss escaping between them at the pain in my arms. Jimin, noticing my struggle, grabs me under my arms and hauls me up, gently setting me on my feet before pulling my hands out to examine my cuts palms. Seeing the bloody mess I had made of my hands, he shakes his head.

"How do you always seem to cut your hands around me?" he asks, his voice teasing.

I puff out my cheeks, stomping passed him.

Why are you acting like this, Yoongi? It's not his fault that you tripped like some klutz!

I sigh loudly, turning around to face the confused boy behind me.

"Are you coming?" I try to keep my voice soft in an attempt to show that I wasn't angry at him. Jimin nods quickly, hurrying over to stand by me before following me towards the motel. Spying a door labeled "Office", I turn in that direction. I turn the handle, the door creaking as it opened to reveal a lobby that looked like it came straight from the 70's. A bell sounded above us, and a man's voice called out from behind the counter.

"Be right with you!"

I look to my companion, the wariness in his eyes mirroring my own feelings. Hesitantly, I take a few steps into the office and approach the desk. After a moment or two, a short man walks around the corner, his clothes disheveled and glasses askew. He yawns, approaching us and plopping down on a stool that groans under his weight. He raises his eyes to meet mine, adjusting his glasses so they no longer sit crooked on his round nose.

"How can I help you boys?" he asks, his gaze looking between the two of us. I tried to keep my calm as his gaze lingered a little longer on Jimin each time.

"Two rooms, please." I say through gritted teeth, taking a step over to place myself between Jimin and the creep in front of us.

"I only have a single room with a queen bed," he informs us, his eyes trying to glance around me, "Will that be okay?"

Part of me wants to say no, to drag Jimin out of this office and try my luck in the woods. But soon my rational side takes over. I know Jimin and I can't sleep in the woods and my car is definitely out of the question. It was dark and getting colder each second, there was no way we could try and walk to another motel. So, swallowing all my complaints, I agreed.

"Yeah, that's fine. Whatever."

I hear Jimin shuffling behind me, the floor creaking as he bounces from foot to foot. Reaching back, I place my hand on his hip, stopping his movement. I keep my hand there as the man in front of me speaks again.

"Okay, that will be ₩106,972."

Unwilling to remove my hand from Jimin, I use my free hand to grab my wallet. I pull out my credit card and hand it to the sleaze in front of me. He swipes the card and hands it back to me, along with the key to our room: 302.

"You two have fun," he says, giving me a look that makes the hairs on the back of my neck raise. I turn around quickly, coming face to face with Jimin.

"Walk in front of me," I whisper. Without question, he follows my order.

As if I would give that creep the satisfaction of watching Jimin walk away.

As we step back outside, Jimin takes a deep breath. I start moving in the direction of our room and he falls into step behind me.

"He gave me the creeps," Jimin admits, leaning towards me.

"I know. Me too," I say quickly.

"I think he thinks we're a couple," Jimin whispers.

"What does it matter what he thinks?"

Jimin goes silent, falling slightly behind me as his steps slow. Too tired to deal with his shift in moods, I ignore him. After a bit of navigation, I locate our door. I slide the key into the lock, opening it with a soft click. I push the door opening, the white paint chipping off under my hand. Groaning, I wipe my hand on my jacket. I flick on the light switch and a yellow-tinged light illuminated the meager contents of the room.

When he said it had a Queen bed, he really meant it only had a Queen bed.

Walking inside, I take off my jacket, tossing it onto the small table by the wall. I sit down, the mattress creaking under my weight, and look up at Jimin who was rummaging around in the pile of papers that littered the desk.

"Look, they have an attached bar," he pointed out, holding up a pamphlet for me to see. Uninterested, I just shrug.

"Jimin," I say, drawing his attention from the papers in his hands, "Are we going to talk about all of this?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, feigning ignorance.

I grit my teeth, trying to keep my temper in check. "You know what I mean, Jimin. You can't just ignore it the rest of our lives."

He narrows his eyes at me, taking a few steps until he was towering over me. "And why not, Yoongi? That's what you were planning on doing, isn't it?"

His words stung, like someone had just slapped me across the face. "That's not what I was doing at all! I would have told you!"

"Oh yeah?" he asks, anger making his voice go an octave higher. "When, Yoongi? When would you have told me?"

"I.. I don't know! But eventually!"

Not wanting to be looked down on, I stood, bringing us to the same height as our angry stares collided. He scoffs at me, the angry sound chafing against my eardrums. "Is that true? Cause from what I've seen, you had no plans to tell me. You only told me because you had to! Because your parents made you!"

"That's not true," I denied.

"Oh isn't it? Then tell me, Yoongi. Tell me why you didn't chase after me that first night. Or why you didn't explain all this when I asked you out?" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "You've had plenty of chance to explain to me. But you didn't did you?"

"Whatever," I say. "I don't have to explain myself to you. I'm out of here."

Pushing pass him, I grab my coat, shrugging it on as I open the door.

"Yeah, just run away, Yoongi. That's what you're good at anyway!" Jimin yells from behind me, his voice getting farther away as I walk away from him and towards the bar.

I needed to lose myself tonight.