killer

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+Jeon Jungkook

Maybe I'm just delusional, but that had to be the same guy. He couldn't have been someone different because hes the only person that's called me coconut my entire life.

Its been four days since I first saw this helpful mystery guy, and I find myself waiting for the possibilities I might see him again.

What hes done for me so far have been super helpful, and his advice has helped me too. But I dont understand why he's being so nice. Were on "coconut and mystery guy," basis, not even first name. Yet he truly helped me the night on the bridge, and he stopped me from getting drunk the night at the club.

Hes confusing me, yet I still dont even know his name. I'm getting worked up over him, but I dont know who he is. How is it possible somebody you dont know can stress you out?

Ive thought a few times about going back to him in, or even to the club, but then that guy creeps into my mind, and I stay out, thinking about him for hours upon hours.

Like now, but now its around the time my pondering ends and I decide I should do something with my life.

I stand up from my bed, which i had just been simply laying on, and I put on my shoes, grabbing my phone. I'm out of the building in a matter of seconds, heading down the busy streets.

I find myself in front it the cafe i was at with the mystery guy, and I go inside. I order some bagels and a hot chocolate before sitting down in the corner booth by the windows.

The cafe is mostly empty, just people alone here or there, and a small group of three guys around my she, I'd assume. They seem to be having their own run, but I couldn't care less.

That is, if I hadn't realized I knew one of the peolple here. I couldve guessed in a matter of seconds. Mystery guy.

I watch him closely, not bothering to mind my own business, or seem like it. I watch as he gets up, heading towards the bathroom. I stand up on instinct and follow him, a little too hurriedly.

Theres nobody else in the bathrooms but him, so it's easy to see which stall he's in. I lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish his business. When he comes out of his stall, hes surprised to see me here, watching him. Nonetheless, he continues and walks to the sinks, pulling up his sleeves so he can wash his hands.

"Hey coconut," he says, smiling at me momentarily. I cross my arms over my chest.

"Who are you and why are you everywhere I go?" I ask. He turns the sink off, flicking water off his hand.

"Ah, A thank you woulve sufficed, not your interrogation," he says, grabbing a couple paper towels and drying off his hands.

"I don't thank people who stalk me," I say, narrowing my eyes. He laughs a little.

"Mm, because seeing someone in public is clarified as stalking," he says, throwing away the paper towels.

"And, to be frank, I was in all three places first, so I could easily claim you're stalking me," he points out, a hand on his hip. Then he leaves, and before the door shuts, he says one last thing.

"And to answer your question, my name is Taehyung and this is all just a coincidence."