Searching (BTS fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Abigail's POV
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Thump. Thump. Thump.

I can hear the pounding of my feet as they hit the cold pavement. I run and run until I can't anymore. I quickly turn into a back alley and hide behind a dumpster. I hope I lost them. I open up my bag and click my flashlight on so I can see the light glinting off the green jewels in the bag.

Great! I got them!

I peek around the corner out onto the Main Street to see of there's still anyone there. The coast is clear. I sit back down for a minute to catch my breath, then put my earbuds in and blast my favourite new song that I haven't grown tired of yet, even though I've been listening to it on repeat for the past 2 weeks. I hear the familiar intro to 'blood, sweat, and tears' as I round the corner and bump into a guy.

"Watch where you're going!" I shout over my shoulder, but he just smiles at me.

That's weird, normally when I yell at someone they shrink back and get as far away from me as they can. Whatever, I think to myself, It's no big deal.

I head towards my favourite bakery to pick up some food. I smell it before I even see it. The thought of fresh baked bread, pies, croissants, and muffins makes my mouth water even more. I pick up my pace. Finally I'm at the front step of the small bakery.

The bell jingles as the amazing aroma fills my nose and I just stand there for a second, taking it all in. There are three round, blue tables at the front near the window. They don't match the dusty rose coloured walls, but the small creamy white teapots in the centers do. The dim lighting in this bakery all came from lanterns, hung at uneven intervals on the walls. Finally there was a shelf on the far side of the room where the bake of the day was displayed beautifully. Today the special is a croissant stuffed with rich, creamy chocolate and icing sugar sifted over the top.

"Abigail! Ma chère. Eet eez so good to see you! Where ave you been zees week?" François says with a thick accent as he burst out from the doors leading to the kitchen.

"Sorry, I haven't had time to come by this week. My schedule has been jam packed full of appointments. But don't worry. I plan to make up for it today." I reply apologetically.

"Ohhh, zat eez too bad. You say you weel make up for a whole week of beeing deeprived of good food. How?"

"I'll take three almond croissants, two lemon loafs, four chocolate chip muffins, a box of peanut butter cookies, three of those delicious looking chocolate filled croissants and a hot chocolate to go please." I say with a pleased look on my face.

"Oh my. I'll get right to eet. Zachary! Je veux trois..."

He continued to give orders to his assistant as I sat down on one of the soft armchairs in the corner.

*twenty minutes later*

"Thank you so much François. I'll see you tomorrow" I say as I exit the small haven of real food into a big city full of greasy, fast food restaurants.

I step outside and try to balance all of my boxes and manoeuvre through the crowded sidewalk. I finally make it to my house and unlock the large front door with my free hand. I open it and set the boxes down on the kitchen counter, take out a still warm chocolate stuffed croissant and then make my way over to the living room. I kick my feet up and turn on the big tv. After flipping through the channels and then realizing that there wouldn't be anything interesting on anytime soon, I turn the television off. I sigh and pick up my laptop to send my client an e-mail. But then I think better of it.

Even though my e-mail has extra security since I do this sort of thing all the time, his might not. I'll just have to do it the old fashioned way.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.  Hello, you have reached Henry Montg-

  I angrily hang up the phone and slam it down onto the couch. If he wanted the jewls so badly then couldn't he at least answer the phone when I called him?
I try calling him again.

And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.

Eventually I get tired of trying to get him to respond but I try again, once more, just in case.

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

"Hello? Henry Montgomery speaking."

Finally! What took him so long!?

"Hello Henry. This is Abigail."

"Oh! Abby! It's so great to finally hear from you. I thought you would never call."

Excuse me?

"Actually I've been trying to reach you for the past few hours. And it's Abigail to you, not Abby."

Okay. I might be exaggerating a little bit but... oh well.

"What! My phone hasn't rung once except for now."

"Oh well. It doesn't matter now. What does matter is that I got what you wanted and I need the money. Could we meet sometime tomorrow? Say around 2:30 at François' bakery?"

"Yup. That sounds good. 2:30 tomorrow afternoon. François' bakery. Got it."

I don't even bother with all of the good byes and just hang up on him. I could tell that that probably wasn't what he was expecting.

He seems like the type of man to expect everything from everyone else but then do none of the dirty work himself. Not the kind to get hung up on on a regular basis. Oh well. I start preparing the sparkling emeralds for tomorrow.

Wrap them all up in tissue paper and then put them in the bottom of a small gift bag. Then I put a pair of socks over top of them with a little card. Now, to onlookers, it will simply look like a daughter giving her father a gift. Nobody would guess that there was actually an illegal trade going on.

I finish up with that and then I walk over to my computer and start looking through Pinterest. I can get caught up in this site for hours and hours and not even realize that I've wasted half of the day. After that's done I order pizza from the restaurant near my house and then start walking to pick up my order.

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"Name?" The guy asks me.

"Abigail Simmons" I reply. This guy looks familiar for some reason. I just can't figure out why. I've never been here before.

     I continue to mull over this as I walk back to my house with the pizza in my hands. When I get back to my house I feel that something is off. I look over my shoulder and see that guy again. The one form the pizza shop.

The one who I bumped into this morning.

That's where I recognized him from! He smiles at me and then picks up his pace. I turn to get inside as fast as I can. It I don't have to worry anyways because he tripped, so he was too preoccupied with his broken sunglasses.

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Hello!

Okay, this isn't that great, but I'm building the story up. This is only the first chapter. Thank you for taking the time to look at my story, I admit it, I'm not very consisting in updating. I don't currently have wifi at my house (Ikr so sad) so I'll try to update when I can. Sometimes once a week maybe once a month. Anyways... That's it.

-Park Chaerin