N e v e r m i n d (Jungkook x Reader)

Chapter 2 - A Misguided Ghost

A/N: Back to Y/N's P.O.V

The ice cold, drenched city streets howled foul emotions with bullets of rain that made miniature rivers in the cracks of barren sidewalks. I was tearing up the streets, skidding around the bends of streets until I wasn't even aware of where I was. Breathless, my chest was shaking, my throat was burnt dry and my shoulders were aching. I finally stopped dead, my legs couldn't dart any more, I had become weak, I wobbled over to the nearest available object I could latch my cemented body onto. The rain antagonising me, only to win this battle today. I stared up into the thick, black sky that overhung.

I had cried tremendously, my eyes had puffed up exceedingly and had closeted my field of vision with a glassy sheen. I desperately squinted and blinked to discover my surroundings, to which I could only depict a bright set of shapes that finally sharpened into a set of letters. 'OPEN.' Those letters printed into my intellect, seeming so familiar. I scanned the outer shell of the building, there was a shade that trimmed the perimeter and protected the seating below it from the cascading showers of rain. The faded green colour palette of the chairs triggering my memory...

This store, was the convenience store that you and Jungkook made a routine of visiting when you first moved to the city. They sold rare American snacks and drinks that you used to make a habit of purchasing together, pigging out on those set of chairs till the sun was harshly encapsulated by the glittering moon. While you reminisced, you recollected Jungkook's smiling face, excited to see the isle of snacks. His teeth always seemed to pop out unanimously, it never failed to spark fireworks in your soul.

You let out a frail whimper, twisting your eyes shut, his face in your mind on repeat like a broken record.

"Look what we have here? Little miss who thinks her life is over huh?" A voice purred from the alleyway, emerging out of the darkness, a mint haired man stood tall and smug. A cigarette bound to his lips, he curved his dry, cracked hands to his face to light up. He turned in my direction and gawked as if he wanted an answer to the petty dig. My eyes just marvelled at his stance, he must have just witnessed everything. "I'm Not a picture? Stop digging your eyes into me! Let me guess, you had a tiff with your boyfriend and are waiting for me to return to the store to sell you a bottle of bleach to chug?" He snapped sarcastically, rolling his eyes and giving up on his smoking break, he was really digging a hole now. My fury bubbled to think he could just assume my situation. "I'm right aren't I babe?" He winked and stumbled over, clicking his tongue with superiority, he bent out his hand to help me up, to which I reluctantly grasped.

"Wow. Now I really want to take you up on that bleach offer, so I don't have to share the earth with people like you. You don't even know who I am and yet you want to read me like a magazine cover, never looking for the content." I interjected smartly. To which he looked taken aback from my sudden denial of submission.

"Kitty's got tongue huh? We sell soap you seem to need to wash your mouth out with too. Well, care to discuss this tragedy I apparently dismiss? Seemed you looked perfect for the role in the next romance drama there." The man addressed, winking once again and pointing to where I was previously positioned, looking me up and down to reiterate how much of a drowned mess I was.

"This kitty's got a name, and that's Rhee Y/N. And I would appreciate if you weren't such an asshole towards me! It's my best friend, I am madly in love with his sorry ass and he doesn't even know, I caught him with a girl when I got home from work today. I was going to tell him, son a b-bitch.." I babbled and chocked on the last part of my sentence, trying to blink back the tears that wanted to draw back in. He just stood there before me, attentive and blinking so absent mindedly, he shifted his tone immediately at my gaze and smirked as if he must have reminded himself of something.