killer

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+Jeon Jungkook

Ive walked this street many, many times before. But only now is it because of a bad reason.

Heartbreak is truly a sad thing. Especially when you experience it yourself. But sometimes you end up faling more and more in love with the person as of your heart could break all it wants.

And that's my problem. If I could just get over Park Jimin, I would be okay. My heart wouldnt be all over the floor. But as much as I hate him, I just keep falling and falling.

I try distracting myself. Maybe this all too familar street will take my mind off him. And only now do I realize the beauty behind this city.

The golden streetlights alluminate everything perfectly. The sleek structures have nicr shadowed reflections. The plants and bushes, the souvenirs showing through the gift shops on the sidewalks. The antique benches. Everything here is so beautiful, but I never noticed because i was wasting my time on him.

So I keep walking, because I'm still thinking about Jimin. I see I'm approaching the bridge, and the small stream under it has a perfect rippling reflection from the moonlight. The flowers of different colors decorate the outskirts.

I reach the bridge, only to see somebody's already there. For all I'm aware of they could be a killer, but at this point maybe that's just what I need.

I stand a generous distance away from the person, admiring the scenery before me. I lean against the railing of the bridge, continuing to observe nature. I'm startled when he speaks.

"What's got you out here all by yourself?" He says, his voice deep and gruff. I regain my posture, clearing my throat.

"I could ask you the same question," I say, turning my head, only to find him already looking at me.

"Mm, true. But you see, I asked first," he says, a wryly grin peeking out behind his expressionless gaze.

"I'm all alone because I'm heartbroken," I answer vaguely.

"Lets take a walk then huh? We can talk about your feelings," he says, turning a little. He begins to advance across the bridge, and I decide to join him. He seems pretty trust worthy for now.

"So, why are you heartbroken?" He says, avoiding eye contact. I smile a little.

"Why are you out here alone?" I ask, fixing my hair.

"Huh?"

"I said I could ask you the same question, but you wouldn't answer because you asked first. Its my turn now," I tell him, and he clicks his tongue.

"Ah, well one absent of friends may find it difficult to go in public the opposite of alone," he says, looking at me momentarily.

"One who is normal would plainly say they didnt have friends rather than hiding it behind sophisticated phrasing," I point put, and I'm quite enjoying this conversation.

"What if I'm self concious and I'd prefer to hide the truth behind sophisticated phrasing rather than bluntly stating my lonliness?" He responds, raising an eyebrow.

"Now that sounds like a personal problem," I say' and he sighs.

"Arent we here to talk about your personal problems?" He says, and I laugh a little.

"I didnt agree to that," I voice, and he laughs too.

"I'm pretty sure you did when you followed me," he tells me, and I shake my head.

"So tell me why youre hesrtbroken," he says after a little while of walking more.

"No reason," I say, my voice small.

"One isnt just heartbroken, theres got to be a reason," he says. I sigh.

"I just miss what I dont have, that's all," I say, shrugging a bit.

"What dont you have?" He asks, looking up at me. I shake my head.

"It doesnt matter. I cant get him back anyway. He left me for somebody else," I say, and he nods.

"I see, relationship stuff. Well, if it makes you feel any better, just know you shouldn't waste your time on the people who left you. If they were good for you theyd still be here, so don't be sad over somebody who isnt worth your time," he looks at me, offering a small smile. I smile back.

"Thank you," I say.

"Anytime, coconut," the guy says, and he pats me on the back before walking away into the woods, completely disappearing a few seconds later. I stare at his absent figure, utterly confused.

"I'm here every Saturday at nine in the morning and night!" I hear his distant voice, and its vague. I shake my head, turning and walkimg back the direction I came.

I think back to what he said about not wasting my time, and I think long and hard about it.

Maybe I will take your advice, mystery guy.

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