Enigma II : Magic Card

/24/ Triggered

Chitter chatters accompanied with a rush of ebullience around the base. Time spoke nonetheless like a damped oscillation, every of actions corresponding to a very slugging pace. I fell short of patience waiting for too long, was trudging to and fro before the office, until the secretary came by to inform me with, "You'll have to wait for a bit, Y/N. Sir's in a meeting right now. You can hand over the details to me."

"Okay. Sure then." I turned around for the elevator passing it on to her. Momo seemed to have been waiting for me as I arrived.

"He hasn't woken up yet."

"It's been long though. I will have to leave soon."

"You can go. I will notify you once he wakes up."

"Alright. Check me in on the rest."

"Nothing's found in his house. The letters are not to be found for sure I think. No info about the man behind them either. It's only him now left who can give off a clue right now."

Sighing in frustration, I picked up my bag and bid, "Okay. I will drop by in the evening when I can. I shall go now."

"Take care."

It was another of dog days, the sun trephining with all of its stoked-up heat, the sky a magnificent azure that no one could or would look up at now. No sooner had the announcement of departure was made than I was pushed forward by people collectively and in a matter of moment, I was on the train and running for my destination. There was barely any seat left, minus the 'barely' and plus a 'no'. Other days in the subway it tended to be tedious with white noise and no interaction of people. But the office hour said otherwise. There were sighs and yells, fine screeches of random babies, and the rest handful of people ramping their annoyance out through collective words. I stared blankly at the mass loaded in the compartment. As vision starts to become a blur with your train of thoughts starting to arrive at its station, all the random faces in forth become one. It's how they immediately start to look like you, thousand clones of your face surrounding you. Once the mind train halts and reaches reality, the yourself inside gets supplanted with a makeover version. One you becomes a thousand you of different faces. You have to.

Someone's phone rang out in the midst, the gaggle of people trying to hide their ire finally finding their excuse to let it out. Sooner it got dissolved into the whispers and clinks of screeching metals. Even though the sound was faint, it came to me that I had heard the ringtone somewhere before, but couldn't affirm.

Then I heard the voice. Almost inaudible in the background of the sound of throng but indelible for the tonality it got, for me because of how connected the voice was to me. My heart sprang for a mere second confirming my brain of its presence. I needed to hear only a slight of it to know who the owner was.

My head motioned around in the specific direction as if I knew from the first where the source was. Blackcap and blue hoodie, crazy colored sneakers - with that attire and the aura of charm he had, even without any of it if he had stood in now's the populace of hundreds, one could ascertain from far who he was.

Jimin didn't seem to notice yet that I was staring at him. Seconds after he ended the call, he looked up directly in my way and blinked, leaving me sure he had seen me before I had.

I looked around. Riding the subway for what reason he had was not a good choice of action, on that in a busy hour as this. Going through the party of people around to reach him for a talk would only gain us, specifically him, more attention. I waited.

When the train reached the station, I looked back before getting out through the door. He was gone. Moments of wait and scan around the platform did no job either. He had as if vanished into the air, with me having myself at doubt if it was he who I had seen.