lover • P.J.M

Outro

"what kind of crap is this?"

he throw my 3 months work into my face, the paper fly to the floor. i tried my best to hold my anger up. silently i bent myself and picked up my work in front of him, my boss.

"i gave you more than 3 months to write something good, interesting, fun. not a shit like that! what kind of writer are you? do you expect someone will read that? no one."

he spat out the most mean words i ever know,

stupid,

useless,

boring.

i just nodded my head while look into the floor. i could see he stand up from his chair and stood in front of me.

"jung hoseok, look at me." he said.

i rose my head up and his white as snow face greeted me with seriousness drawn on his face. he sighed and pull of his glasses and put it on the desk.

"i asked you to write something based on 'true story', that's why i gave you a plenty time for this project. but why you gave me that? a fucking fiction story"

i continue put my head down while i could hear his heavy breath as he try to calm himself. why is he hate this story this much.

"now, tell me some excuses so i could forgive you." he rubbed his temple and put his glasses back while looked at me.

"this isn't a fiction, its a true story. trust m-"

"stop, i don't accept that kind of excuse. even a toddler know it is a fiction."

i rose my head up while try my best to hold my emotion for not screaming to him.

"it is a true story, sir"

"how do you know? tell me"

he tilted his head to the right and gave me the challenging face, oh god he's so annoying.

"i knew it from my dream."

after i finished my statement, he laughed his ass of as if i throw a joke to him.

"gosh jung hoseok-ssi, do you expect me to believe that? ok then, i gave you less than one month for you to gather the evidence of your 'based on true story' thing. if you get a powerful evidence, then i will accept your story. is that clear?"

i nodded and he asked me to get out from his room. i see my friend gave me her concern face and i just smile to her.

"he scolded you again isn't he?" she wrapped her arms around my shoulder, try to cheer me up.

"that guy, he's only 35 but why is he always mad to everyone"

i laughed and take my coat from my working chair while my friend gave me her questioned face.

"where are you going?" she asked.

"mr.min said i should gather a proof of my story to make him believe" i replied as take my car keys and my bag.

"the one from your dream?"

"yes"

i drive my car to somewhere that i always see on my dream. an unknown place but somehow i feel like i know this place.

that dream always came to me every time i closed my eyes, a dream about a boy who desperate of love until he met someone from his imagination, tragic.

but somehow i know these people are real, even though the setting kinda old, like 90's? but i felt like he were seeking a help. i know the place and the scenery but i forgot their face. every time i wake up it gone from my memory. i kept driving the car towards a house in the middle of the woods. the sun already set, but i still could see the house pretty clear.

the house were bigger than i saw on my dream, like an old europe house. i turn the engine off and step out from my car. the chilling wind blew through my body as i pulled my coat closer. its quite spooky out here, the tree branches makes some weird noises and imagination start came up to my mind. what if there's a ghost out here? wolves? bears? Snake?! i sighed as calmed my self and walk towards the house.

i pulled up my courage and stood in front of the main door. i could see the paint of the door start peel from it, a proof that no one take care this house. i knocked the door and waited.

stupid, why i knocked the door? no one lives here anymor-

"who's there?"

my body froze when i heard a voice from my back. my instinct told me to do not turn my head, but my curiosity told me to.

"why are you standing in front of my house"

i immediately turned my body and i saw a build feature man with hazel hair stood in front of me with axe and woods on both of his hands. his eyes grew larger as he walk towards me. when i looked at the axe and his face alternately, he stopped his step and drop his axe to the ground and so the chopped woods.

"i'm not a dangerous man" he said as if he could read my mind.

he approach me and automatically i step back until i feel the cold door on my back.

"why are you here?" he asked once again.

"i came here because of my work." my voice came out unexpectedly weak.

he looked at me with sadness drawn on his face as he looked down and whispered something i cant hear.

"what work? Sorry i have a lot of things to do. excuse me"

he picked up his things and walked into the house.

"no, wait! i'm a writer" i explained to him before he closed the door.

"why a writer came here?" he said the 'writer' in weird way and approach me without his things.

"i'm searching an evidence for my story." he nodded and let me continue

"this house and this place always came to my dream. and a boy who desperate of love show up, with his imagination lover."

his body froze while his eyes still on me.

"is there something wrong with my story? tch, maybe you'll laugh like my boss did" i scratched my head awkwardly.

"no, no. that's fine. it's just the story sounds familiar to me" he said.

"oh really? well it makes my job easier, maybe you could help me" i suggested as he nodded his head.

"i would love to, well come in. its cold outside maybe i can make you a tea" he smiled and opened the door widely.

"sure, thanks" i smiled and he replied with his angelic smile.

"oh by the way, we havent introduce ourself. my name is jung hoseok. you can call me hoseok" i extended my hand to him and his warm (unexpectedly) small hand accept it and smile again as introduce himself.

"jimin, park jimin"

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