𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

60- Q (Part 2)

5.5.18
genre: fluff, romance
Q- requested by kimiiichiii
length: 2 part
P.O.V: 3rd & reader insert
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Y/N touched the soft scarf around her neck. "Ah... It's warm," She murmured. She was thankful for the scarf, but didn't really want to accept it from a stranger. It would be a tedious task to give it back to him. They might not even see each other ever again.

She slipped off the scarf and studied it. While scanning it, she found some initials sewn into it at the end of the scarf. It was in golden letters, and was quite small. You wouldn't have noticed it if you didn't look close enough.

She squinted and brought it up closer to her face. "J.C.M? Is that the brand name or his name?" She wondered aloud. Shrugging carelessly, she loosely coiled it back around her neck. She positioned the mask back onto her head and continued passing out flyers, for some reason re-energized by the sight of the boy.

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Y/N went home with only twenty bucks. "Ugh, what the hell? This isn't helpful at all," She rolled her eyes as she counted the money. "At least I don't have to stay in that costume anymore," She comforted herself, smoothing out her normal winter clothes. Without the costume on, she felt much more at ease.

She kicked off her shoes and hopped onto her couch. She disentangled the red scarf from around her and leaned back against the couch's arm rest. "J.C.M..." She whispered, tracing her index finger over the 3D golden letters. The image of the boy who had given her the scarf popped into her mind and lingered there for a while, occupying her thoughts without her consent.

"I really need to stop thinking about him," Y/N scolded herself. But she couldn't help but keep staring at the scarf. She didn't want to keep it, as it isn't necessarily hers, but she didn't know how to find him. She was determined to give the scarf back- she hated keeping things that weren't hers. She felt as if she was committing some sort of illegal crime.

If she never were to give it back, it would nag her for the rest of her life nonstop. Y/N let out a heavy exhale. "Why did he have to make a bigger problem for me? I'm already struggling financially. What's his issue? If he really needs to gift that scarf to someone, just donate it! It's not a big deal!" She ranted to herself, draping the fuzzy scarf over her face.

"But this is kinda comfy," She quietly said, lifting the scarf up in her hands. "I'd like to keep it, but I can't," She said. "Unless he sells it to me."

"I'll try finding him. Maybe he'll pull up when I search his name up!" Y/N optimistically suggested.

She fished out her phone and let the scarf rest on her stomach. She typed in the initials, but nothing beneficial popped up. "JCM Installations, rated 3.0 out of 6. Hm, pretty bad," She hummed with amusement, finding random websites instead of what she was looking for.

"I'll go out tomorrow," She promised herself.

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"Wow, it's snowing a lot," Y/N remarked as she poked her head out of the window the next day.

"Whatever. I still have to work part-time at the clothes store," She said to herself. She grabbed the scarf on her couch and wrapped it around her neck before walking outside, nearly slipping on the ice-covered pavement.

Y/N yawned, still exhausted from staying up late last night. "Gosh, I can't keep staying up late," She lectured herself as she walked to the nearest taxi stop to catch a taxi.

She shivered, rubbing her hands against her arms. She snuggled her face into the scarf, soon burying her hands inside the scarf as well to keep warm. "This smells good for some reason. Is it me?" She muttered, sniffing the aroma wafting from the scarf's yarn.