L'appel du vide | Jongin

C'est vous?

Jongin's pov

I staggered out of the condensed café and made my way through the street-filled pedestrians. I caught a slight glimpse of her.

Her.

She was someone familiar. The park was not far from the café and I soon realized how close I'd gotten. She was sat on a stone built bench, her rosy cheeks visible and her nose red. She was all too familiar.

Greet her.

My body froze and the blood in my veins slowed. I don't know if I had scared her back at the café or maybe she had fallen into realization, too?

Maybe I knew her, or maybe I was mad. Maybe I was a complete and stubborn nut-job that followed a lone girl onto a park from a café down the street.

My thoughts raced and questions piled onto one another. All I knew was that I had to greet her, know her.

You're slightly insane, Jongin.

My inner conscience was roaring at me, directing me back to the car, to straighten up and ditch such spontaneous acts. I didn't even know the girl for heavens' sakes.

Or did I?

I held my breath and tapped her shoulder. She darted up in my direction.

"I think I know you"