Pied Piper | {K.NJ}

Chapter 12

You thanked Namjoon when he passed you a cup of coffee.

It was a Saturday and Seokjin had to go for work half-day while Jimin needed to attend a family gathering. You had nothing better to do so you decided to drop by at Namjoon's house. Only because you were bored, no other intentions.

You were surprised by Namjoon's appearance when he answered the door. His clothes were smeared with paint. There was some on his face and his hair was a bit messy.

So, currently, you stayed seated on the chair beside him in the art room or so he called it as you watched him paint. It was the first time you had seen his paintings this close. There were several hanging on the wall and some leaning against the wall. At the side was a bookshelf which was filled with books, paint brush holders, photo albums and cute figurines.

When you came in, you didn't see Min anywhere so you asked him and he told you that Min often goes around the neighbourhood all the time, probably to find new targets.

"He helps you find targets?"

"More like he sets the targets. He makes sure they are experienced in love and at a certain age. He wouldn't want to crush someone's first love or bring pain to another. He, himself, feels guilty for this. That's why when you came the first time, I was actually confused."

"Does this mean Min didn't plan on choosing you as a Pied Piper?"

"Rather than choose. It was a mistake. A play of fate you can say."

You didn't really understand what that meant but going deeper into that topic would just confuse you even more. So you decided to ask him something else. One that you had been curious all this while.

"Why do you have to play the flute?"

"I don't have much of a choice?"

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"That child didn't do anything wrong."

Seokjin glanced up from his book and pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was at the Hoseok's cafe with Min and of course Min was in his original form. He wouldn't want to look crazy, talking to a cat at his friend's cafe although Hoseok wouldn't really care but others would.

"I know but how do I start?"

"Just say it."

"Wow great advice, mr devil. So I'm like supposed to tell her I'm the angel of life and you are the devil of death. And somehow this kinda thing had happened for a while and it is about time to solve things because I kind of found the person again. Right. Perfect. As if she would believe me."

"She's seen Namjoon playing the flute with music notes floating in the sky and eyes glowing and she's seen me, a talking cat. Besides don't you feel tired pretending to leave for salary work when you are actually going around to take care of humans' life? At least think for Namjoon?"

Seokjin looked down at the coffee in his cup and thought about it. He groaned and pulled his hair out in frustration. He just couldn't do it.

"Look. The sooner the better. She'll find out soon anyways."

"I know...but I'm afraid she will hate me."