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• chapter two •

m y s t e r y
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☆ [not proofread yet] ☆

i was still standing there, holding the stranger's jacket tight in my hands, staring quietly at the bench.

wow.

who are you?

what... does this mean?

i read the words over and over to be sure that i wasn't imagining things. but the words stayed there, scribbled with a black marker, vibrant and fresh.

"you sat down next to me and i forgot how to breathe"

i have so many more important things to take care of, but here i am, blushing because of a boy i don't even know the name of. blushing hard, to be completely honest.

i looked around and scanned my whole field of view with my eyes. it was still empty in the park.
then suddenly the realization hit me. i hastily looked in my pockets, if my purse and my phone are still there.
i mean, he could have easily robbed me.

but they were there. and i instantly felt bad for thinking the boy could be a thief.
he covered me with his jacket to keep me warm, without even knowing me, and there was a high chance that he would never see me again.

and i'm sure the jacket wasn't from a dollarstore. i looked for the label inside it and it said 'brunello cucinelli'.
never heard of that, but it either really is expensive or it's just a cheap china brand that wants it to sound like it is expensive.

i don't know anything about high fashion stuff, simply because i shop nearly all my clothes at h&m, new yorker and primark. well, basically i can only afford those, but at least they look stylish and that's all i care for.

so i think i will just search that brand up on the internet later.

i pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it.
no messages.
of course not. not even my roommate messaged me. even though he is my best friend, probably he didn't care enough to ask me where i was. usually i never spend the night anywhere else than my own bed, at least not without telling him beforehand.

if i think about it, he most likely spent the night at his boyfriend's home, that's why he wouldn't know that i didn't return yesterday. they are fresh in love, so who am i to blame them.

it was 5:24 am.
still pretty early. i ordinarily i wake up around 11 am but i'd say this morning is nowhere near ordinary.

i decided that i should finally go home. but i was in a conflict with myself whether i should actually wear the stranger's jacket or if i shouldn't.

wouldn't it be weird if i did?
but there was a voice somewhere inside my head, screaming that i should. so i slowly put the jacket on my body and closed the zipper.

ah, it smells so. fucking. good.

i once again looked on the bench, read the twelve words that were scribbled on there and found myself smiling again. after i quickly took a picture of it i turned around and hid half of my face in the collar of the jacket.

i am strange. like, really. and a creep.

pulling out my phone and headphones, i opened my music and pressed shuffle.

i just needed a song to calm me down. what would my life be without music?

my friends always make jokes about my taste in music. i am just the type of person who likes slow, peaceful and quiescent songs.

i really adore the sadness and sorrow that resonates through the tones.

it gives me the feeling of escaping reality and it relieves the pressure of having to fulfill the expectations everyone has in me.

as i was walking, i met the first joggers of the morning, passing me with fast steps, not paying tribute to give me a single glance.

i fastened my walk to finally arrive the subway station that would bring me home.

...

...

i searched for my apartment key in my pockets and opened the rosty door to my and my roommate's sweet home.

sweet my ass.
this thing is the cheepest thing we could find. when we first entered this thing, it literally smelled like monkey piss and the walls had some kind of greenish stuff on them.

at least we managed to make it kind of habitable.
i took my shoes and the jacket off and placed the shoes on the shelf next to the door. but i kept the jacket in my arms, not wanting to let it go, even though it won't disappear.

"JIMIN YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT, YOU THERE?"

i screamed, not getting an anwer. i went to his bedroom and opened the door. but, as expected, his bed was empty. i looked at the clock, which was hanging in the corridor. 6:47 am.

so he really spent the night at his boyfriend's.

i left his room and went to my own, letting myself plop down on the creaking mattress of the cheapest bed ikea had.

i took my laptop from my nightstand and placed it on my lap.

i opened naver and typed "brunello cucinelli jacket" and clicked search.

i clicked on one of the first results and my mouth fell wide open. who the fuck is this guy? a damn millionair?

yup. this was definetly the jacket i am holding in my hands.
fucking 6700$.
and to be honest, this jacket isn't even that special looking.

wow, at least they give you 10% off your first order, how genuine.

note the sarcasm.

is this guy out of his mind to just give a stranger his designer jacket?

i really need to find him. of course just to thank him for his kind gestures.

and maybe i can get to know him.
i want to ask him so many questions.
maybe i can even get his number.
maybe we can be friends.
or... maybe even m-

"JEON JUNGKOOKIE, I'M BACK, WAKE UP YOU UGLY ASS ASSASSIN"

and jimin's back. what a pleasure.

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whazzup guys.
took my lazy ass long enough to update this.
its kind of shorter than the last chap, the last one had like 1600 words and this one 1200.

AND YEEEH i made a new cover with photoshop. i want to get better with photoshop and using layers and stuff like that... i am not completely happy with how it turned out, but i'm gonna keep this till i've made something better.
so... what do ya think of dis fabulous cover?

also... what i shoud've mentioned earlier, this book will contain a lot of swearing. but like in the funny way.

if you don't like it, sorry, but i love swearing lol

it's so difficult to write on my phone bc my phone is a lil bitch and keeps changing things up, suddenly sentences turn bold or italic and wont stay in the middle or on the left side like i want them to, it wouldn't load the fucking pictures and all that stuff, istg i need a new phone

so this video is literally me while writing this chap:
(i am him, the pizza is the chap and the people behind the cam is my phone. l i t e r a l l y.)

i love this guy lol
if you dont know him yet, definetly check him out, his vids keep cracking me up, his name is brandon rogers.

still, i hope you like this piece of crap chapter, i tried my best lmao

in the next chap vkook will meet again (probably) (or maybe not idek) 👉👉👉

so c u soon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )