Mirrors Paralell //Jikook

10

"Bye!"

I head out the door. The morning came quicker than expected and it's already time to leave.

I walk to the bus stop and wait. Busses take longer to get here, so I just have to wait. I guess it woud be a good idea to close my eyes for a while. I'm kind of tired. I had woken up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. I kissed Jungkook for a while, somehow, and then we talked about the past few days and what has been happening between us. That's why I'm so tired. Not to mention the weird ringing coming from outside. It seemed pretty windy. Maybe another storm coming in later? Who knows.

I was thinking about last night until the bus came. I didn't want to fall asleep. Don't want to miss the bus. I quickly hopped on and went to the very back of the bus, where there are less people. I just want to take a small nap. 

I find a normal seat at the back of the bus and sit down. The bus has bearly any people, which is nice, because I can nicely take a nap before arriving at my destination. I close my eyes, nice little memories flooding my mind. I had almost fallen asleep when I hear an energetic voice fill the bus. I can make out that voice from anywhere.

"Jimin!" I hear a voice call. It's NamJoon. He takes his phone off of his ear and puts it into his pocket. I smile at him and wave.

"Hey, Joon!" I say. He comes over and sits on the empty seat next to me.

"It's been so long! Where have you been?!" says Joon happily. I'm as happy to see him as he is to see me.

"Oh. I've mostly done just work, a little bit of practice as well," I answer.

"In dancing?" I nod "Nice! I've been working on some music myself," he says. He has been into music since the day I met him, probably even before that. I would be happy if he got popular. He has been working on his music for years.

"Cool! Have you got a song?" I ask. He hesitates for a second and then nods. 

"I have one song, but I don't have a singer for it," he says and looks at me. "I wanted to ask if you would like to be the singer for it."

Huh?

"M-Me?" I ask stuttering. He stays calm and nods. My eyes grow wide. 

"I-I'm not a singer! I'm a dancer!"

"I know, but your voice is like an angels. My voice is too deep for that song," he says. I shake my head and I feel a little uncomfratable. I feel my hands sweat a little. I'm not a singer. I'm a dancer. I don't know how to sing. 

"I d-don't know how to sing."

"But you have a beautiful voice. We can work it out. It doesn't have to be heard by anyone else but us if you really don't like it at the end," he says sadly. I turn my face towards my lap and think. I don't want to say no. He probably has worked on this song for ages, and he looks really excited.

I sigh and nod. His eyes grow big and a smile appears on his face. I also smile, because I made him happy. We have known each other since forever and seeing him smile is always warming. He has these cute little dimples as well. I wonder how he's still single.

"I guess I can try," I say softly. He's smile grows even bigger than before and he jumps on me, crushing me with a hug. Some people on the bus turn to look at us, giving weird looks, but soon turn away.

"I-I can't b-breathe!" I say jokingly. He lets go of me and straightens himself.

"I'm so happy that you accepted. I have been looking for a singer but no one has the right voice. My last hope was you."

"Well, I'm happy to help," I say. He smiles at me and he turns to look at the front, and then stands up.

"Well, this is my stop. I'll text you later," he says and to gets off the bus.

I wave to him. He waves back and the bus leaves the stop. Only two more stops until I have to get off. So tired. Did I already mention that?

About ten minutes later my stop comes to view. I stand up and take my bag, which seems kinda lighter than before. The bus stops and I get off. I take my phone out of my pocket and look at the time, 2pm. It's kind of early but I'll go home to grab a different bag. After that I'll go to the store to grab some food. I'm out of rice.

After a 10 minute walk to my apartment complex I finally make it there. I enter the building and take the lift. When I make it to my level I head to my apartment and start to dig out my keys from my bag, but the second I place my hand inside there, I feel like something is missing. Confused, I place the bag onto the ground and open the bag wide open. My eyes widen at the content inside. This is not my stuff! 

One thought runs through my mind. Joon must of took my bag when he left. They were next to each other and they looked pretty similar in size and color, so no wonder he mistook my bag as his. Now, usually, I wouldn't be freaking out like this, but the mirror is inside there, and if Jungkook thinks it's a great idea to show himself, then I'm screwed.

I quickly run out of my apartment complex, seeing how poeple on the streets look at me weirdly as I zoom past them. There isn't enough time for me to get on a bus, so my feet just have to carry on for some time to Joons apartment. It's almost 2 km away, and I just hope he went to a store or something, because I didn't see a wallet in his bag. 

I take a sharp right, screeching as a car almost hits me, but I just run past it, ignoring the fact that I was almost hit by a car. I don't really feel tired, yet, but if I stop now, I know I won't start running again. Even though it's bad for my health right now, I have to keep running. For some unkown reason, I feel alone, like I've lost someone important. I guess that person is Jungkook. The thought of him being gone makes me weak and overly just sad. I have to get him back.

I'm running along the street before taking another turn to the right. My heart is beating really fast and I panick a little, thinking that I might faint, but a few seconds later I understand it's nothing, just my feelings. I was almost infront of some store when I hear my phone ring in my pocket. I still keep running while digging it out from my pocket, but I instantly stop when I see who it is. It's Joon. I slightly shake before answering.

"Y-Yes?"

"Umm, Jimin? I might have something of yours."