So like I'm not good at makin long ass stories so this might work instead :))
I'm not writing anymore stories cos wattpad is pissing me off w all there notifs so I'm never on it anymore + they r so fuckin cringe why tf did I write these but I feel b...
A/N: Yes there will be a part two when I bother my lazy ass and also italics seem to have some sorta problem w me n won't step up so soz
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It was late on a Friday night, Namjoon was riding on a slow, desolate train through the night, just wanting to get home, when he saw a book, from the corner of his eye, laying silently on the chair to the right of him.
He peered out from the side of his seat, looking up and down the carriage, scanning for any other passengers and to no avail.
'Well I don't know who owns it so it won't matter what i see, will it?'
Leaving his own question unanswered, he stood up, still scanning for people, and waltzed over the the leather back, oldish looking book sitting comfortably on the small blue chair, picking it up when he got to it.
'Park Jimins dairy please return and do not look inside if found.'
A slight feeling of recognition passed through his mind at reading the name written in silver across the front, but he didn't acknowledge it and opened it smoothly, trying his best not to bend the pages too far back.
' Victim : Kim Seokjin
Dear Diary,
I don't think it's guilt I'm feeling from killing him, but more of a feeling of 'I could have done better' if you know what I mean. All I did was shoot him, it's a little boring and typical isn't it. Ah well at least I know that for next time. That's all I have for tonight, I'll write to you again soon.
Sincerely Park Jimin
Next victim : Jung Hoseok'
His eyes scanned over the short paragraph, multiple times, before flipping to the page behind.
' Victim : Jung Hoseok
Dear Diary,
I told you I'd do better didn't I. This time I stabbed him, and drew pictures on his back with the knife he thought he'd be able to kill me with. I drew a lotus flower and it looked very pretty, I thought it did anyway. Anyhow, that's all I have for today, I'll try to find an even better way of murder for the next time.
Sincerely Park Jimin
Next Victim : Jeon Jungkook'
That feeling of deja vu at the thought of his name came back again. He looked away from the book think, but it didn't help.
' Victim : Jeon Jungkook
Dear Diary,
This one was very hard, but I managed it. He's now rotting in the sewer down past his school, how funny. Nevertheless, it was exhausting trying to kill someone who has endless amounts of stamina and the strength of a goddamn ox, but his feelings got the best of him, which is the worst possible thing someone can do in a situation like that. I played the crybaby act and started to vent out horrible past times, slowly gaining sympathy from his pathetic being, before knocking him out with a surprisingly strong kick to the head and shooting him three (I think, I didn't have time to count) times through his chest. I'm pretty sure I burned the same amount of calories doing this, than if I were running a marathon. Well, I'll see you soon diary.
Sincerely Park Jimin
Next Victim : Kim Namjoon'
His heart slowed significantly, he could hear the beats thumping through his ears, his breathing seemed to halt and goosebumps trickled down his arms and legs as he repeatedly viewed his own name, written in black pen, neatly across the beige page.
He slammed the books opposing pages together with a snap, terrified at what future pages might hold and a tear of sweat cascaded over the man's temple.
'Last stop, seoul train station, last stop, seoul train station.'
A moment of conflict sparked inside him.
'Should I take it or not? If I don't someone else is bound to find it and give it to the police. But if I do, Park Jimin will find out.'
The train doors could be heard starting to close.
'Fuck it'
The young man jumped onto the platform, book in his firm grip and nerves gliding through his veins.
A heavy breath was escaped his mouth as he tucked the book into his bag and walked up the tiled stairs into the dimly lit nightwalk.
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He was back on the worn down seats of the tediously slow train the next morning, bags underneath his eyes present from the swirling thoughts of being murdered by this 'Park Jimin' racking his every nerve all night long. Namjoon was about to fall asleep between his fingers when a small tap awoke him. He looked up to see a young man, tatty blonde hair, in a pair of denim jeans and a stripped top smiling sweetly at him.
"Is anyone sitting here?" He directed his finger to the seat opposite me, occupied only by the other man's leather backpack.
"O-oh no, go ahead." Namjoon leaned forward and moved his bag to the overhead carriage instead, he thanked him and sat softly.
"I never introduced myself, I'm Namjoon, Kim Namjoon."
