Chapter 2: Mr. Bench

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Jungkook's POV

For the past three unsuccessful weeks, I have been roaming around the town looking for a job that would suit me best and that would also suit my preference. But the more I look for a job the more I feel less inclined to actually work.

In all honesty, I do not have to work. I have enough money to support myself. The only reason why I'm looking for a job is that I need a distraction. It's never because of money.

I groaned and rubbed my face in frustration. It's an hour till noon and I'm currently at the park, sitting on the same bench I sat on 3 weeks ago.

Life in the city sure is different from here. There's nothing I can do in this mundane town. But even if I view the town this way, I don't regret my decision choosing to settle here. It's about time I do so anyway.

I reclined on my seat and heaved a sigh, letting my frustration dissipate. My eyes traveled to where the children were frolicking. I watched them play in the playground and run around wildly.

Kids. I shook my head.

My train of thought was cut short by an intense stare coming from someone.

My eyes trained on a young girl who was staring at me curiously. Smiling timidly when she noticed me look her way. She narrowed her eyes as though searching for something.

I held her gaze and gave her the most charming smile I could give. Hoping I wouldn't make a bad impression on her.

She beamed and immediately jumped down from the swing, dashing towards me. Her soft and curly chestnut brown hair bounced and swayed behind her.

She was looking directly at me without watching her steps, causing her to trip on her feet.

My instincts kicked instantly and my body moved in a flash to catch her small frame. "Woah, careful there little fella."  She blinked rapidly in shock when I suddenly appeared in front of her in a flash. Her tiny fisted hands gripped my sleeve tightly for balance.

I steadied her on her feet after making sure she was fine and unscathed. I squatted down in front of her, wearing my friendly smile.

"You okay? You seemed focused intently on something, rather, someone for you not to watch where you're going." I said.

"Uhmm, I'm okay!" She said with a shy smile. "I'm sorry I wasn't looking." She apologized meekly.

"Do you wanna sit with me?" I asked and gestured to the bench I was sitting at. She was hesitant at first but she nodded her head afterward. I was stunned and surprised when her aura unexpectedly changed so fast.

She giggled adorably before happily occupying the space I offered her. She lightly swung her tiny feet back and forth as she enjoyed her spot.

Silence blanketed our atmosphere; the young girl quietly and happily sitting beside me, didn't say anything after all.

And so I asked her. "Were you planning to say something?" This was what I thought when she openly stared at me and ran towards where I am. If I'm mistaken then why'd she do that then?

She smiled widely, showing her cute dimples on her chubby cheeks. "I know you!" she said.

... strange, and totally unanticipated. 

I never recall conversing with a kid before. Nor have I introduced myself to someone other than Mr. and Mrs. Johnsons and the blacksmith.

"You know me?" I queried.

My brows furrowed and my eyes narrowed, scrutinizing her closely to try and recall if she was an acquaintance I have possibly forgotten.

However, I trust my distinct memories and she's not an acquaintance of mine. Perhaps, she has seen me often roaming around and claims that she knows who I am by appearance, not identity.

But even so, why would a young girl like her be watching me?

She tilted her head and looked at me. "You're the man who owns this bench." She claimed and looked at me expectantly.

"I hate to say you're mistaken but... " I paused and watched her reaction, "this is not my property. I simply chose to sit here because the view is much better from this spot." I told her while gesturing to the scenic view before us.

"So it's not your bench?" She asked with her head tilted after glancing at the view.

"No, it's not." I shook my head in confirmation. She pouted at my answer.

"Hey hey, what's wrong?" I moved close to her to see if she was crying. I never imagined myself consoling a young girl after admitting something trivial.

"I shooed a lot of people who tried to sit here because I thought it was yours." She frowned then replaced it with a huge smile. 

My eyes widened from what I heard. Did I hear wrong or did she just say that she shooed people away?

I chuckled and shook my head at the thought. What an intriguing young lady. Just when I thought nothing is interesting in this town. I shook my head and looked at this girl happily sitting beside me.

"It's nice meeting you, Mr. Bench!" She hopped down from the bench and stood in front of me with her hands clasped behind her. Still sporting that cute and infectious smile on her pretty, angelic face.

Meanwhile, my face contorts in confusion at what she called me.

"Mr. Bench?" I repeated with raised brows. Interesting, is that what she's going to call me? Quite funny how I'd actually let her call me that.

"Yes because you always sit here." She smiled cheerfully, making her eyes completely disappear. How adorable~

"Well. It's nice meeting you too lovely little fella." I chuckled and patted her head.

"My name's Khalisee!" she grinned.

"Nice to meet you, Khalisee." I repeated correctly. "And I'm−"

"Mr. Bench!" She finished. I don't mind that at all.

"Mr. Bench." I repeated to her while laughing and shaking my head in amusement. She smiled widely before running away somewhere. I gazed at her until she was out of sight.

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was half-past two. Right then, my stomach began to grumble, asking to be filled. I went home and thought of what to cook for lunch.

I decided on beef stew and grilled pork chop. Lately, I'm craving meat. Yesterday, I ate steak with Mr. and Mrs. Johnsons when they invited me over for lunch. Then I ate pork tenderloin for last night's dinner. This morning, I had buffalo chicken wings for breakfast. . .

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    Give some love to Khalisee! She's the most adorable I swear! See you next chap!

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