A Dazed Scent (WIP)

pt. 5 - needle in a haystack

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she felt like she was in a state of constant delirium, lost and confused, like a needle in a haystack. She was a piece of hay - subject to such environment, but at the same time, she did not belong; her mind felt a sort of liminality in relation to this... whatever this plight is.
Whatever side she decided she felt like, they both caused a sharp pain, except now, feeling like a needle in the haystack - outcasted - felt more... right. She wasn't hay, and she didn't belong and it felt right. Maybe because she was destined to feel outcasted? Not that she liked such a fate...
She just needed to be found. Someone to cover her?

Y/n sat up in bed, her eyes still burning and throbbing.
It was a Saturday, and she picked up her phone lazily to put off her alarm and groaned - she had to attend a party tonight that her bestie had dragged her to come to, tonight; in which she promised to come with.
She had alot of uni assignments to continue before she went though, so she was planning on doing that today at a quiet cafe she usually goes to, to study.
Just before she started getting ready, she checked her notifications on her phone and  saw a bunch of spam from an unknown number.

+010 278 727 728

unknown: hey,
you okay?

would it have been
better if i dropped
you off?

hey

(missed call)
(missed call)
(missed call)

uh, sorry for the spam
I'm just a bit worried
i guess

would it be better
if i let you alone?

hey

sorry, i hope
you're okay

Her eyes widdened, but she realised she gave her phone number to Minho, so it must be him. However, why did he care so much? It made her shiver.

me: yeah, im fine. Sorry
I was a bit busy, so i
couldn't respond.

(seen, now)

unknown: Oh thats
good.

Well, my bad for pestering
so much last night.

He responded almost immediately, as if he were waiting for the text which causes a reaction in her, she felt on edge. To be cared about. This made her feel a little guilty for responding so dryly, let alone lying to him. she hates lying.

me: Ah nono, you're
good!
(seen)

I appreciate it
(seen)

alot
(seen)

thanks.
(seen)

Unknown: i see

no worries

you can come to me if
you ever need help

"I dont need help"
she thought. She reacted with a casual 👍🏽 to his message.
This is where she belonged.

Once she reached the cafe, she noticed a familiar figure, a firm stature and dirty blonde dyed hair, standing there on the side of the cafe, in the alleyway. He wore baggy jorts and a white vest, accentuating his figure with his arms tucked into a jacket ontop. It seemed as if he were keeping an eye out on everyone who'd walk past and y/n didn't understand why she recognised this person.