MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Nine

I brushed my hair, staring at the mirror. 

Times like this were frequent. I hated looking at the mirror, though at the same time, it made me think: am I really beautiful? My blonde hair grew smoother and softer as I continued to brush its strands. 

It was a good colour, but maybe it was time to try a different colour. 

Taehyung was weird. 

Since yesterday, he's been texting me goodmornings and goodnights. I replied, but my replies were usually ones you'd have a hard time responding to. He was so talkative, even in texts, but really - other than that, the only thing he sent me were chain messages. 

Talk about that; I believed in luck. I was superstitious. I believed in compatibility through certain things. Maybe because I wasn't so loyal to my religion - being a Roman Catholic. When I was a kid, my mom would always take me to the church. 

And I just hoped I managed to adapt that good habit, to continue being a faithful follower, but I didn't. My life took a turn when my mentor took me in. It was as if it didn't give my life meaning anymore. I was so focused on other things. 

I hated thinking about it. And so, I started thinking of what colour to dye my hair next as I walked out of the apartment and to the station. I've tried other colours like brown and ginger, but I haven't really tried anything attention-catching. 

I don't know. 

I was indecisive. I always questioned things myself, and if I needed to blurt out the truth, it's that I never had good instincts. It was hard. The only person that has ever given me good advice was my mentor and Aika - and both of them left me. 

When I met her, I thought for sure I would become a better person. But just like everyone else, she left me. And everything went tumbling down with her disappearance, too. Along with my optimism. 

As I waited for the next stop, I shifted my foot to feel if there was a blade under. And once grasping the object, I stopped. I just had to make sure. 

Though without weapons, I was just as dangerous. But people were stupid; seeing me without a weapon would make them underestimate me. And just to spice things up a bit, I might as well bring a blade, huh? 

I walked out of the train station, and I mentally cursed at the weather for being so cold. I hated the cold weather. Though it was easier to get away with crimes in the winter, I was never comfortable. The only thing I liked about it was that I could wear layers of clothes without getting weird looks. 

Summer, on the other hand: I liked it, at least. Not only does it make me feel comfortable, but I've had plenty of good memories during the season. At least, back then. Maybe it was much harder to kill - but it was easier to be.. happy. 

I continued to walk. There weren't much people in this part of the city, it made me want to move here. But it was much colder here. And I could tell in summer, it would be incredibly hot. I stopped in front of a building. 

I looked down on the photo Jimin sent me, then at the building again. Yeah, this was the same building. I walked inside, cursing under my breath when I didn't see Jimin around. He told me he was going to wait for m in the lobby. 

He wasn't in the lobby. 

I texted him, saying that I was here. And after about 5 minutes, he texted me his room number. I guess he was so busy, I had to do it myself. Not that I was complaining. I stood up from the couch, and from the corner of my eye, a man walked inside the building. 

Apparently, he was to take the elevator, too. And to show a friendly aura, I held the elevator open for him. "Thanks." he said, smiling at me as the doors closed. I nodded and waved a hand.