Stray Kids Oneshots

❤John Doe Pt. 2 (Minsung)

This is a part 2 to the previous story, it was requested, so here it is! I was able to write this so quickly mostly because I liked the idea for it, and I was just excited to write it.

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Jisung POV

After that day at the park when I saw that man, I couldn't get him out of my head. Whenever I looked in my closet and saw any of my formal wear, I thought of him. If I went to the park and looked at the swings, he popped into my head. He was stuck in my mind. And because of this, I made it my personal mission to go to the park every day around the same time to catch him there again, hopefully. The chances of seeing him there were slim, but that 0.01% chance that he would be there gave me all the hope I needed to try.

This night, I didn't go on the swings. I sat near the empty baseball concessions, thinking that maybe changing the location would give me better chances of seeing him. That was probably a dumb idea. There wasn't a game tonight, so I know that he wouldn't be here if he did show up. But even if he did show up, he wouldn't remember me, would he? It's not like I did anything memorable, and I doubt he got as attached to me as I did to him.

When I saw him, would I talk to him? What would I say? How would I start the conversation? This whole idea of meeting him was all too awkward for me.

Maybe I should bail. He probably wasn't going to show up anyways. He hasn't the last week that I've set out to look for him. What would make today any different than the days previous?

I stood up from the bench and started walking along the sidewalk to head back to my car and drive home. I gave up. The realization that that day was probably the first and last time I was ever going to see him struck, and I just wanted to go home and eat my feelings out.

Why did this stranger do this to me? All he did was smile at me while I was on the swings. We never spoke or did anything to elicit such strong emotions. All I can ask is why?

As I was walking, a strong gust of wind made the trees rustle a little bit and gave me a chill. I wasn't wearing a jacket, and the temperature was slowly but noticeably dropping. I probably should've looked at the forecast before heading out. I hugged myself to try to stay warm, but the wind didn't stop.

"Oh, my God!" I yelled out, cursing the wind. I didn't yell loud enough to disturb anyone around me, but loud enough for me to get embarrassed.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone ask.

I looked around to see where the voice came from. It was dark, and all the lights had shut off since the park had officially closed. The gates stayed open, but they would shut the lights off after 8 P.M.

Then I saw him.

He was stood there, looking at me, concern written all over his face. I couldn't move, and my mouth hung open slightly. I was in shock. This man was magical. He showed up just as I was leaving because I didn't think he was going to appear. Speak of the devil, I guess.

His voice was astonishing. Just like his smile, it was soft. I could tell he was trying not to be too loud since we were in public, but even with him being seemingly quieter than what he most likely typically was, I loved it. Only in three quiet and short words, I could tell he spoke with lots of confidence. He wasn't scared to talk to me.

"Oh, y-yeah. I'm fine," I responded. I had lost all of my own confidence now that I was standing in front of a god. He looked a lot more gorgeous up close. It was hard to make out his facial features without the streetlights, but I could see his eyes shining a small amount in the moonlight.

Should I keep the conversation going? How? Do I ask him if he remembers me? He probably doesn't.

"You're the one on the swing I saw before, right?" He asked, pointing at me as he tried to reach back in his memory.

My brain started screaming. He remembered me. What do I do? I started panicking on the inside, hoping that it wasn't showing on the outside.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's- that was me."

I gave him a shy smile as my hands started doing their own thing, trying to find something to play with as the nervousness started to settle in and go crazy. My fingers found the hem of my shirt and started stretching it out. I swallowed hard, my throat going dry from both the dry air and the lack of breath that I had.

"Do you want my jacket? You seem cold," he offered.

I froze where I was standing. Did this man really trust me like that to offer me his jacket after only talking to me for less than five minutes? I didn't know if I should take it. I was cold, but I didn't want to take his jacket and make him cold. He didn't deserve to be cold.

"Oh, no. You should keep it."

I watched him as he slid his jacket off, and handed it to me, smiling at me.

There it was-that smile. That perfect, beautiful smile. I could feel my heart swooning.

"Take it. You need it. I'll be fine."

He lifted the jacket a small amount for me to grab from him. I took it and gave him a small thanks, still nervous about talking to him. I put the jacket on, instantly being surrounded with warmth.

"Walk with me," he said suddenly.

Oh, how Jeffrey Dahmer would've loved me. I began walking with him and I could feel my stomach churning from the anxiety, not from walking with a stranger, but from walking with him.

This man who has held my heart captive for weeks now gave me his jacket and let me get close to him in a matter of minutes. He was just so perfect.

I didn't want to seem too weird, so I didn't get too close to him, but I really wanted just to latch myself onto his arm like it was a lifeline. But I didn't. I kept a comfortable amount of distance between the two of us as we walked.

"What are you doing here so late?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same."

He looked over at me with a deadpan expression. I guess he didn't appreciate my sass. Do I tell him the truth that I was looking for him? Would that come off as stalker-ish? "I just like the park at night. Not many people around, so I don't usually have to worry about being judged or embarrassing myself."

He smiled. He needed to stop doing that. Every time he did, I could feel myself falling more and more for him.

"I guess that didn't work out last time, huh?" He responded, referencing when I had almost fallen off of the swing.

"Well, I mean, it was your fault. If you hadn't been so-" I stopped. I wasn't about to expose myself like that. "If you didn't walk by and smile at me, I wouldn't have almost fallen."

He chuckled at my comment. He still had no idea when he had done to me and my heart.

I really had fallen for a stranger.