THIS IS NOT A COINCIDENCE -JIMIN X Y/N MAFIA

AN UNFORTUNATE WALK

Y/N POV

It's 2am. I haven't slept at all.

I swing out of bed due to my whining cat's demand.

I feed him and let him out the back door before making coffee for myself.

I have nothing better to do so I go out for an early morning walk.

It's a chilly autumn morning and I shiver as my coat is thin. The streets are empty and dark in the early hours of the morning. 

I walk alone, absorbed in my thoughts enjoying the quiet company of just myself.

Or so I thought.

I obliviously walk past a big black van not even noticing it properly until I'm well down the street.

I stop to check the time and that's when I notice the eerily silence behind me.

I'm confused for a second ;I hadn't registered the noise until it stopped.

I turn slowly terrified out of my wits and that's when I see it.

A man.

Watching me.

No. Following me.

"Oh my fuck" I hiss nervously.

I've seen enough horror movies and ,well, the news that this shouldn't be a shock but i never expected this could happen to me.

  Panicked I try and remain calm.

 Okay think this through. If i carry on walking, he will follow me. If i run, he will catch up with me. If i shout for help, no one will hear me. 

There was no way out. I grab into my bag looking for a weapon. 

I was so focused on trying to get away that i didn't notice the man had approached me.

I turn and jump in fear. He grabs my arm. Hard. 

This is it; the moment I die. It's all over.

I imagine my mom finding out. My fiancé at my funeral. My friends crying for me. 

But none of them felt actually sad. More like they felt obligated to grieve. 

More like loosing a colleague than a friend or a future wife or daughter.

Ironically in the moments before my death where the moments I'm realizing how lonely I am and how little everyone cares for me.

I could see Jackson sad for me but I could just as easily see him getting married to someone else.

The man aggressively grabbing my hair jerks me back to reality.

"Don't make a sound" He hisses grotesquely into my ears.

My skin crawled at him being near me. I felt so unclean.

He begins to drag me towards his car. I pulled away in discomfort and fear but he digs his names into my skin causing me to scream out in pain.

"Shut up" He yells into my face.

I don't make a sound the tears silently dripping down my face.

My sad, lonely life flashes through my mind and I regret every decision I have made.

I wish I had fun and not just done what I was told all the time. I had no happy memories to stop the pain of my death. 

The man jumps on me?