He told me to call him Jimin??
"Ela? You ok?" He asked looking into my eyes as if he could see my soul. I could feel my face heating up and going red so I quickly looked away.
"Y-yes, Im fine." I say feeling flustered.
"Ok, I have to leave for work in a moment but I'll be back soon, ok? He said before standing up.
"Work?"I asked confused.
"Yes, do you remember when i found you, I told you I was a detective." He answered.
I looked over at the clock on the nightstand and it said that the time was 22:47pm. I looked back over to Jimin who was about to walk out the bedroom door.
"But it's not long until midnight, you work that late? I asked questioningly with one brow slightly raised.
"When you're a detective, you work 24/7, quite literally." He said as he left the room, giving me a warm smile before he shut the door.
I silently lay down and stare at the ceiling above me and just think to myself 'Being a detective must be a hard job... Especially if he doesn't get any proper rest'.
After a while i started to think if i had a job, 'what was my job? did i even have a job? After thinking about that many more questions came flooding into my head.... 'Do i have a family? is there anyone out there who misses me?'
I tried to shake all these questions out of my head and just tried to relax. but then I thought...Jimin....Why is he so nice to me? He doesn't even know me, yet he is helping me, but why?? The way he smiles, the way his cheeks flush a rosy colour when things get awkward...
"No, I cant think about any of that, snap out of iiiitttt!!" I say to myself out loud while mentally hitting myself!
Ugh, I should try and get some sleep...
"Goodnight...Jimin."
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In The Wind
TerrorWhistling wind... Or silence. What will happen in complete silence, or with a soft whistle of the wind. Walking down a road, alone, in the dark.