Find Me [DISCONTINUED. thank you for the support.]

Chapter 7-Dinner

A quick kiss before I open the apartment and never see this stranger again.

He gives it to me first and I kiss back, then stumble inside my home. We're both so drunk.

I walk over to the couch and fall on it like I'm dying. Tonight was so much fun. I pull off the mask that I somehow kept on the entire time. I wonder what the man looked like underneath his own. Handsome, maybe. So, so, handsome. But I'll never know. What a shame.

I fall asleep, my lullaby the ticking of the clock on the wall.

I open my eyes and shut them immediately. The sunlight from the window pours right into my eyes. I bring a hand to my head. Fuck. After math of yesterday. I manage to get up from my resting position and travel over to the sink, still lightheaded and dizzy. Brushing my teeth, I think about what I'll do today. I don't think I'll visit the Unknown today, I'm definitely not in the correct state for that.

Today will be a stay home day, that's it. Netflix, food, sleep. That sounds really nice right now.

I pull up Naver and search how to get rid of hangovers. The first result says to drink a lot of liquids like water or tea, etc. There's another website that says that there isn't really a remedy. But I feel like shit so I'm going to follow the first finding. I grab some iced green tea from my fridge and down it in a matter of minutes. I don't feel better but maybe it takes time.

Maybe I should sleep some more. I settle down on the couch and close my eyes. Its not long before I'm sound asleep.

I dream of a white room. Chains lie on the ground and there are doctors everywhere. I hear screaming from a male that I cannot see. I want to know more but I can't remember what happens after.

I wake up. I feel a lot better. What was that dream? Scary.

I turn on the TV. I'm so bored. I'm watching Hello Counselor when I hear the doorbell ring. Who's there? Opening the door, I see the one and only Seokjin. What's the egotistical ass doing here??

"Just thought I'd see if you were home so I could give you some company." Seokjin grins.

I try to close the door on him but he stops it, "Why would you ever want to close the door on this pretty face?" He touches his face with the back of hand, like its a sacred object. I really hate how much he loves himself.

"Seokjin, I want to be alone. Sorry." I say.

"I insist that we go out for dinner later today then, on me." He proposes, obviously not letting this chance up.

I finally agree and he thanks me, cheerfully giving me a hug. Men.

"I'll pick you up at 6, beautiful!" He says, leaving. I wake goodbye and then close the door. I hope this dinner is just in a friendly manner.

6:00. I open the door to a familiar tall man in a suit with a rose in his breast pocket. I greet Seokjin with a hello.

"I love how you look tonight, all in black, we're matching." He compliments, slipping the pink rose into my hand. Its beautiful and the gesture is nice. We go to his car and drive to a well known restaurant.

We settle down at the table, and Seokjin even pushes in my chair for me. He's such a gentleman; its no wonder why all the women at the department love him.

The dinner is lovely and we chat a lot. I tell him about my investigation, but I leave out the part about the man. I simply tell him that there's an apartment in an alley somewhere but there's no evidence to show that the killer might live there like Seokjin suggested. Its technically true, I don't know if Unknown really is the man I'm looking for.

At the end of the night, Seokjin takes me home.

"Thank you for tonight, it was very nice I will admit." I say, giving him a hug.

"Anything with yours truly is great, but you were the highlight of tonight. Sleep well." Seokjin says. I close the door and that's that.

I get ready for bed, and as I crawl underneath the covers, I spot my notebook from underneath my desk. I grab it and open it up, to make sure nothing has gone missing. Instead of notes, a drawing of Unknown falls out. I pick it up and observe my illustration. Its pretty accurate; my art skills have gotten good over the years. I still don't know anything about him. The photo only shows his face lit up by the lighter (what I remember). Tomorrow for sure, I'll find out. As I sleep, I can smell the smoke from Unknown's cigarette, as if I'm still there.
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Authors note:
I know I usually refrain from making theses notes to keep my story more "professional", but I wanted to say sorry for keeping all of you waiting so long. I've been caught up in all the projects and tests I've received the past week and didn't have time to write until yesterday. My parents also want me to use my phone less so its more difficult to write quickly. But I hope you will wait for the rest of the story that I have in store.