philophobia | j.hoseok

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i was walking home one evening through the same park each and everyday. it was getting colder as well, so i had made sure to bring a thicker jacket. it wasn't surprising to me that this park was sometimes full of couples. they had to be all over the place. but for some reason, it only made me feel sick. i don't try to be rude or anything but it's the truth.

i walked faster along the sidewalk, passing along trees that had their leaves fallen away. the very cold and breezy wind blew them away as well as the wind blew on my face. my very nose became ice cold to the touch that i couldn't help but let out a cough.

ah, this weather will be the death of me soon.

"hey, it's you." my heart suddenly jumped as my body froze slightly before turning to see the same face from those days ago. and now he's back.

"why are you following me? go away," i said to the guy. i was slightly creeped out in a way, so i quickly walked away from the guy. but then, i heard heavy footsteps run after me as the guy swayed to my side and jumped right in front of me suddenly. i screamed and stopped in my tracks so i didn't run into him.

suddenly, he pouted at me and held out the burgundy scarf he had in his hand towards me. "you're neck will get cold, and you'll be risking to get sick," he said. i backed away from the sudden action, acting like he probably had some disease that i didn't want to catch.

"go away. i don't need your scarf. no offense but if i wanted a scarf, i could just buy one myself," i said to him as i swerved off to the side from him and continued to walk away from him. but that didn't stop him at all from coming after me again. i tried running but he was faster. he managed to get ahead and jumped in front of me again causing me to stop. for some reason, he was so persistant in giving me his burgundy scarf.

it wasn't until when i was about to throw an outburst, he took my hand and placed the scarf on it before giving a smile and running off somewhere disappearing from my sight. i stood there trying to take in what had just happened, and then i looked down at the burgundy scarf in my hand.

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what would you do with the scarf if it were handed to you like that?