Aesthetic [Kim Seokjin]

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1. In which I try to escape a lunatic

I peeked around the corner to make sure that the crazy fan isn't around and let a sigh of relief when I saw no one. I shifted uncomfortably and wriggled my hands free, but failed.

Then I heard it. The sound of metal scraping against the walls of the alley that I'm in.

"Yoonji, where are you~" The crazy bitch sang and I cursed.

"Fuck this shit." I groaned and stood up and continued running again, ignoring the throbbing pain in my bare feet.

I've been running around the whole city, barefooted, hands tied behind me, trying to escape this lunatic, who for some reason, wants me dead.

You're wondering how I managed to get stuck in this situation right ?

Well...

/// 4:00 am ///

I yawned and stretched my arms, clicking the next episode. I looked at my clock and groaned.

'Just one more episode. I need to know if Yuri wins.' I convinced myself.

In the middle of the episode, while Yuri was skating, I heard footsteps outside. I tensed and grabbed the umbrella next to my bed and shut my laptop close.

First of all, it's four am in the fucking morning. Second of all, I've been reading creepy pastas and third, I live alone. You see my problem right ?

I watched as the doorknob jiggled and opened.

I did my best to breathe calmly and gripped the umbrella tighter.

The intruder was obviously a girl, from her body shape to her hair. Wearing perfume too and woman's shower gel. It has to be a girl or an insanely dedicated serial killer. I settled for the former as I ran to her, trying to hit her, ending up being knocked out instead by a hard punch.

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When I woke up, I was tied to a chair in my kitchen with an insane head ache. I feel like shit. Like I wasted the whole weekend partying non-stop.

I can already hear the annoying birds outside, meaning it's already at least 8 am.

"Oh ! Miss Yoonji is awake now. Now tell me. How do you wanna die ?" Is the first thing I heard. I squirmed trying to loosen the ropes around my chest.

"I'll die after you bitch." I answered with a glare that could kill.

She chuckled and shook her head.

'Slap!' The sound echoed around my apartment, my cheek stinging with pain.

"Wrong answer." When I succeeded loosening the ropes, she already had a knife out. I stood up and took a frying pan from behind me and hit her on the head.

Might I remind you that I had my hands tied down behind my back yet I managed to hit her hard enough to knock her out. I hurriedly got my arms in front of me through years of yoga when she started to stir awake.

And that my folks, is my cue to get the fuck out of here.

/// present time ///

This is the fastest that I've ever ran in my entire life. This is also the longest day that I've had in my whole 23 years of living in this shitty world.

I continued running towards the direction of the police station, bumping into someone in the process.

If this was any normal situation, I would've stopped and marveled at the handsome familiar face that I've bumped into. Familiar but I can't remember where. I'm too busy trying not to die to think about it.