smoke and sins | park jimin /hiatus/

chapter 18 | chase

super short chapter because i couldn't be bothered to write and the gif^^ has no relevance to the story.

"Come in."

I opened the door to the finance office and stood at the doorway. I looked around and saw a small Japanese man sitting behind a computer. The name tag read "Mr Takahashi".

"Hello, my name is Lee Jae-Eun-"

"Yes, yes. I was going to send a notification to you. Come to talk about your financial situation?"

"Uh, yes sir."

He stared at his computer screen.

"Quite unfortunate your situation, illegal even. But money changes the situation when there is law."

I laughed nervously.

"I would like to apply for a schlorship. Is that possible?"

Mr Takahashi looked down at his filing cabinets and pulled out a folder of files. I saw many of my classmates names. He pulled out Jimin's file and then pulled out my file. He flicked through it and looked up at me for the first time for a brief second and looked back down. The suspense of this moment seemed to eat away at me better than the maggots I found on a dead cat's today last week.

"Well, your grades are exceptional and your role in the school community is very prominent. Yes, you can apply for a full scholarship."

I smiled with delight.

My plan is working!

"Thank you so much!"

I was about to exit the room when I was stopped by Mr Takahashi.

"Ah, wait a minute. You can only keep the scholarship if this exceptional work ethic stays the same."

"Yes, I understand. I will keep it up."

"Goodbye Miss Lee. Take care."

"Bye Mr Takahashi."

I was about to open when I heard Mr Takahashi stop me again. I turned around and saw him rise from his desk and he approached with me money.

"I know it must be really hard for you now since you have to self-provide for a month. Please use it respectively."

I controlled myself from quivering my lip. I gulped and said,

"Thank you so much. I'll use it well."

He indicated me to leave. I opened the door and exited, clutching the envelope with my life. I held it to my chest with a deep gratitude in my heart to the finance department. I was about to open my envelope when I heard a foot slip from the corner.

Someone was listening.

"Step out now."

Silence filled the corridor. Then I heard a scurry of feet run.

For god's sake, you can run but I'll catch you.

I sprinted after that person (slipping my money in my bra) and hunted them down. Hallway after hallway, the boy ran and ran until they ran into my art room. I slipped the door and locked it.

Nice try.

Opening the door with my spare key, I opened the door.

"Bitch step out-"

There was no one there.

That fucker got away.