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"You're not what I thought you were." She look...
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Y / N 'S P O V
It's been two days since Jungkook took me to the cafés ; correction he actually forced me. Two days, since two men were found dead outside his club and the case was instantly dismissed.
When I asked him about it then Jungkook replied saying that the men were druggies who were also involved in some illegal work and henceforth the case was eventually dismissed. Something surely didn't add up there but I couldn't push it further.
The case was forgotten.
A sigh escapes my mouth as I stack the food on the shelves. Some dog food, cat food and several animal foods. It was a late afternoon when I had finished my classes early today and left the college after skipping the coffee plans with Sakura and Dahyun. I was not feeling well, my brain was not functioning properly and it was best for me to stay away from people for some time.
And that's how, I ended up at the animal shelter again.
Jieun, the worker passes me more stuff as I smile at her. She gives me a radiant smile and goes back to her work. I stand on my tip toes as I try to reach the upper shelf. The music blasts in my ears through my headphones and I try my best to keep my focus on the work. Humming to the tune, I continue my task, letting my brain wander off.
A few minutes later, my movements halt as the air changes. The dark memories flood my mind and my grip around a packet of dog food tightens. I feel a dark gaze over me, lingering around me. A lump forms in my throat as I gulp it down and force the air in my lungs. Blinking my eyes, I stare ahead of me and something flashes behind me, causing me to instantly turn around to look but I find no one.
Jieun is working on bathing the pets and Mr Smith is sitting at the counter, and I'm alone in the pantry. Shaking my thoughts away, I increase the volume of the music and ignore the other things.
Maybe I'm just hallucinating.
Nodding to myself, I resume my work but seconds later, the feeling returns and my blood turns cold. My hands tremble as I stand on the stool, frozen. I feel a looming presence, the thickness of the air around me. If I look back then it's over but maybe I should check it instead of cowering and torturing myself in the head.
Inhaling a sharp breath, I grab the food packet and decide to throw it. I turn around so quickly that my balance goes off on the stool. My eyes widened before I shut them close due to fear. "Y/n!" A familiar voice calls out my name. I wait for the fall, the pain that must shoot me anytime or worse, the darkness to grip me and end my battle at last.
