The Messenger || Jungkook

Part 1 : The Stranger

"Wait!" I yelled, waving my arms as I ran down the street, dodging people innocently walking along the sidewalk.

I had accidentally spent too much time talking with a customer and now I was sprinting to catch the bus which was driving further away every second. All I wanted was to go home.

"Stop!" I yelled, in between gasps. The bus slowly came to a stop, allowing me to catch up. I waited, panting, for the bus doors to open.

"Sorry," I said, bowing to the driver, and stepped onto the bus. I glanced down the aisle to find each seat taken, except for one, next to a boy staring out the window. I kept my head down as I dodged angered glances and avoided eye contact with any passenger. I quietly sat down as the bus started moving again.

I brushed the arm of the young man as I sat down and he inched away at the sudden contact. He looked young from the side, around my age. He stared out the window, his face obscured, and dark sunglasses hid his eyes. Strands of dark brown hair escaped the edges of his black beanie. Even with the approaching cold in the afternoon, he wore a black short-sleeved shirt and jeans with holes. It was obvious he didn't want to be noticed, yet with his interesting choice of disguise and his slight sense of fashion, it was hard not to be interested in him.

The man turned his head further away, seeming to sense my staring. I dropped my head and placed my phone and purse on my lap. No conversation was made between the passengers of the bus and the hum of the engine filled the void. I chose to stare at my hands to avoid the glances of the other passengers.

In an instant, the bus stopped. My phone, and many other belongs, hurled towards the front. People bent over to grab their stuff as the bus driver offered an apology. The man beside me bent over to retrieve something of his that he had lost and I made sure to leave him his space this time.

As I looked up, I realized it was my stop and I jumped up in order not to annoy the passengers once again.

Today was colder than normal. It was windy and the sun refused to shine through the clouds. But that didn't mean it was a bad day. I met a customer at work that was really nice and he even gave me a nice tip. And later this afternoon my friend is coming over to watch dramas with me. Even with the ugly weather, it still sounds like a great day.

I fished my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door to my apartment. I threw my purse onto the counter and plopped down on the couch as I turned on my phone. But it wasn't my phone.

"What?!" I said, standing up out of shock. Where the hell is my phone? The phone was the same version and color as mine. The only difference was the wallpaper. Mine was a picture of me and my mother back in America. But this was a picture of a group of people running along the beach. How would I have switched phones with somebody? I thought as a paced around the living room that barely fit a couch and TV. I had my phone when I left work. And I had it when I got on the bus and then it fell. IT FELL!!!!

That guy and I both dropped our phones. This must be his. The phone didn't have a password. What idiot doesn't have a password? I called my phone.

I held the phone to my ear as I chewed on my nails, a habit I thought I had broken. The phone rung and rung but no one answered. I called four more times and still no one answered. I even texted myself multiple times and still, no one responded. "Ugh!" Aggravated, I threw the phone on the couch and covered my face with both hands. Damn it!

BUZZ! My head popped up at the sound and I quickly ran over to the phone. It was a text message. Not from my phone but someone named 'Joonie'. Is that a girl or a guy? The text message read: