journal; park jimin

one;

the buzz of the city shrouded the streets with an energy that put a spring in your step and a smile on your face. that's the kind of place jimin had always lived as a child and it's exactly where he lived right now.

the luminosity of the neon lights above him coated everyone and everything with a sea of light and it was one of his favourite sights. nobody was ever fearful of the midnight hours around here, everything was alive and bubbling with energy almost constantly. nothing of the unknown lurked in the dark and therefore, nothing went bang in the night. it relaxed him, knowing he was safe here, and there was nothing in this small but busy town that could possibly hinder his ways.

taking his long black trench coat, he wrapped it further round him to keep out the sharp bite of the cold and turned the corner of his favourite lambent street and headed for his local coffee shop. his black shoes clicked against the pavement with every step he took. It made him seem important and powerful, not that he didn't look it already. park jimin sported an expensive black suit, his red tie standing out drastically from the rest of his formal wear. he wore this every single day. i mean, you have to if you're the owner of one of the biggest magazine companies in korea.

the evident smell of coffee hung heavy in the air of the shop as jimin walked in. he shot a smile towards his grandmother, who was busy dealing with a customer. the charm on the door signalled when the door finally slammed shut to confine every customer with the warm, happy atmosphere of the coffee shop. he was so proud of his grandmother. for years and years, she spent endless days managing the shop the best she could to make it the best in this town, and she did just that.

she was honestly his best friend. from a young age, jimin had lost both of his parents in a tragic car accident and she was always there to take care of him. he remembers the days in summer that he would spend in this very shop, cleaning tables for his grandma and she would thank him with a piece of cake that was she was known for in this town. so every day after work he visited his favourite place to see his favourite person.

"how's your day been?" he smiled, shrugging off his heavy coat and placing it on the back of one of the mahogany chairs. she replied that it's been great, business was good as usual and her back pains have been to a minimum. he frowned and reminded her she still needed to see a doctor and at this point jimin tuned out from her protests. he collected a few empty cups that he could see, brown stains marked where coffee has previously cascaded down the sides due to the clumsy movements of the waiters. he finally made himself a cappuccino, not wanting to bother his gran as she cleaned miscellaneous utensils in the kitchen.

as he sat in his usual seat he noticed a black notebook under the table. unusual, he thought. His curiosity picked up the item and undid the elastic strap that kept it looking all sleek and professional. as an appreciator of creativity, he was eager to delve into the contents of this notebook. jimin quickly flicked the pages and noticed lots of writing and drawing. a journal? who the hell leaves a journal laying around?

the next morning, jimin practically pulled himself out of bed. the discordant shrill of his alarm clock rang in his ears as he stumbled across the room. he always did this. to prevent the snooze button from becoming his best kind of enemy, jimin made himself get out of bed to put an end to the torture that was his alarm clock.

the sleepy ambience of his being was prominent in his features as he let out a tiring yawn. he rubbed his eyes and looked over to his bed side table. the journal. after saying goodbye to his grandmother the previous night, all of his morals about respecting other's privacy just left his mind and he strolled out of the café with the mysterious mind of some unknown person under his arm.

when he arrived back home that night, he flicked through the worn out pages a few times; he admired the drawings but unfortunately couldn't bring himself to read the writing. frowning, he gave up and went to sleep.