"My life gave me only one chance to survive."
her words made him speechless. he folded the paper and shoved it in his pocket.
he was so nurvous and angry. never in his life, he thought his first kiss will be like this and also with a stranger.
his m...
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That Journalist
P a r k J i m i n
2nd January 2003, 05 : 0 9 p m
"The building caught fire!!!!!!!"
A girly voice screamed her lunges out. People infront of me got startled and started to run here and there. In a blink, the whole hall became a mess with terrified people running here and there.
"Fuck! Where are my bodyguards?" I muttered and got up from my seat.
Though everyone was saying the building caught fire, I can't see kind of smoke or something. I think there is no fire. But this is not the right time to think.
In a swift motion, I took right and found a small door which can lead me to my makeup room. Opening the door, I entered and took my backpack from the chair and came out with another door which lead me to a mostly empty hallway. Only celebraties can walk through it. So it was safe for me. I wore the mask while running. Some people were also running through the hallway. The moment I saw the stairs for go down, a hand grabbed me by my right arm.
The next thing I knew was I was in a dark room which had moonlight coming from a opened window. I was pinned in the wall and my eyes were stuck on a beautiful face infront of me. I don't know what happened to me, I starred at those dark brown eyes. Her face was angelic, every feature was angelic.
People says I am short. But I felt so proud when I noticed that I was towering over her. Her eyes were also stucked with mine, lips were lightly apart. Moonlight was making her more elegant.
Screams of people were audible and I snapped out of my thoughts. Realizing our position, I grabbed her shoulder and turning around, I slammed her on the wall. A small gasp left by her throat. I looked at her. She slowly opened her eyes. Then a realization hit me. She was a journalist came along with other journalists to take an interview of mine. She was at the hallway door when every journalists were capturing photo. I noticed her, she was starring at me, she didn't captured any photo of mine.
She slowly took my mask off.
"Who are you?" I asked through gritted teeth, though I knew who she was.
She starred at me. As if I can be disappear at any time. As if, she don't want to waste a single second by looking at me but elsewhere.
"Can't you hear me? Who are you? You were with the journalists. Then what are you doing here?"
Still she didn't answer. Now I was getting angry.
"Can't you speak? Why did you pull me here?" I again asked.
Not getting any response from her, I was about to scream when she shut me up by cupping my face and slamming her lips on mine.
I froze.
What was that?
She was kissing me? Why?
She moved her lips in a synic way while was froze and shocked, couldn't move an inch. My grip on her shoulder loosened and my hands fell both of sides.
She slowly backed away and not making any eye contact, she ran away from there. I snapped back from all the dizzinesses i felt a while ago when the door slammed off.
I touched my lips, she really kissed me.
I was angry. Not because she kissed me but because that was my first kiss. Never in my life thought my first kiss will take away from me like this. I was saving it. Then I caught something in my hand.
A folded paper.
She is so clever that she even put a letter in my hand. I unfolded the paper and the words written on that paper made me shocked.
I am really sorry Mr. Park Jimin but my life gave me only one chance to survive and I am cherishing every sigle chance of it.
- 'love yourself'
I got more angry, for her happiness, she did this to me. I folded the paper again and put it in my pocket. Then my gaze fell on the person standing beside the door with a camera.
Fuck.
I immediately understood what he was doing here. I glared at him.
"Don't you dare to....." I was about to warn him but he ran away very fast that I couldn't see any glimpses of him.
Now everybody will know, when the building caught fire, Park Jimin was making out with a journalist in a store room.
1 0 : 3 0 p m
"Fuck!" Taehyung groaned. "How can people play like this?"
I sat straight on my bed not knowing what to answer.
"There was no fire. Who's that bloody human who screamed her lunges out saying the 'building caught fire'?" He threw the remote of the tv away. "Speak man."
"I've nothing to say." I muttered.
"And what's with this video clip? You were --"
I cut him off. "I wasn't making out. It was that girl who out of nowhere, kissed me. You can clearly see in the video."
He huffed. "I understand. But why did you refuse to catch the girl. You can clearly remember her face and the receptionist told us she would help us by seeing the journalist's list who entered the building."
I knew he would ask. I myself don't why I refused to search her. Is this because she is beautiful and I am already fallen for her? Or Is it because the letter she handed me?
"Don't tell me you have fall for that girl." He nudged me.
"No!!" I immediately answered. "Never. She took away my first kiss. How can you say this."
He nodded in agreement. "Okh. Take rest. Forget what happened today." He took his car keys. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I replied.
He shut the door behind him. Now I'm all alone in the house. I layed down and looked at the white celling.
There is no doubt I liked the girl. She was beautiful. I thought about the matter. After she ran away, I was so mad at her. But after coming out of the building, whenever I thought about her, I felt weird feelings in me. I realized I like her. Well, no one can refuse that she is beautiful.
Shoulder length brown hair, big dark brown eyes, big eyelashes, small nose, soft kissable lips, tiny hands. She is so beautiful.
But I wonder what her words from the letter meant. I again unfolded the paper which was still in my pocket. I looked over the letters again and again.
I am really sorry Mr. Park Jimin but my life gave me only one chance to survive and I am cherishing every sigle chance of it.
- 'love yourself'
What does it mean?
I put the paper on the nightstand and closed my eyes. I wish I could meet her again and ask her what the letters meant.
