Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter two

"So the waiter came to your rescue?" Amber asked as she pulled the lit cigarette from her lips, blowing the smoke out into my face.

I waved my hand in front of me to part the cloud of dense smoke that would surely make me start coughing. "Basically, and really right after he went back into the kitchen, I left. Didn't drink the tea, just left the amount needed plus a tip and I got the hell out of there." I conclude, running a hand through my hair as I shook it out, recalling some of the happenings from today.

I had looked between the door and the back room, still standing in the same place I was assaulted, wondering if he was going to reemerge, but I didn't stick around long enough to find out. I was too shook up to stay in that place any longer, so I had quickly packed up my things and placed a twenty on the table then I bolted out of the cafe.

"Did you at least get his name?" Amber questioned, taking another drag of her cigarette, eyeing me closely as she did so.

I shook my head no, "I didn't see a name tag, and he walked off so quick I wasn't able to ask."

"You could have stayed a bit longer and waited for him to come back." She shrugs her shoulders as she blows out another thick cloud of smoke, and this time I cough a bit. Did she not listen to what had happened? If she did she would have understood why I wanted to leave as quickly as I had, but then again she rarely listened to what I had to say as she was always dreaming about artistic ideas.

She started to doodle in the notebook sitting in her lap, the soft pencil strokes flowing around the page to form a sphere being held in one disembodied hand and a knife in another. I don't really know what she was trying to draw, but I'm sure it would end up a masterpiece.

I shake my head, biting onto my lip as I do so, even though she's not looking at me to see, "It was just so uncomfortable and I felt so disgusting after that creep had his hands and lips on me. I wanted to get out of there before I ended up puking on the waiter's floor." I cringe at the memory of his lips slowly trailing up my cheek, the saliva being left behind dripping down my skin in the manner of a tear. It was so nasty, and I wanted to go and take another shower at the thought of his dirty hands wrapping around my wrists.

   "That's understandable, but I think you should go back and thank him tomorrow since he took off so quick." She said, looking up at me momentarily. I knew I owed him a thank you because he could have just stood back and waited for the whole scene to finish. He didn't know if I knew him or not, but he still chose to step in because of the way he was handling me. He helped a stranger. 

  As I was sitting there in front of her, I realized I should write about what happened today, because maybe it would be enough to get paid the amount needed to pay our internet bill. This really was my last shot. "I'll swing by the cafe when I'm out looking for another job." I say, scurrying off the bed and rushing towards my room to get my laptop bag.

"Where are you rushing off to?" Amber calls from her bedroom, confusion laced within her tone. As I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder, I walk back towards her room with a smile on my face and my thoughts rushing together. "You're smiling. . . You have an idea." She mutters as she looks at me, her notebook closed and set to the side.

"Maybe today's incident wasn't entirely bad . . ." I confess, walking back over to her bed and sitting down with my laptop bag in front of me. I pulled it out and powered it on, watching as the screen slowly came to life.

"Y/N, you got assaulted by a drunk. What could have possible been good about it? I'd say that the whole thing was bad, I mean, it was a dirty, damn drunk!" She exclaims to me, her eyes widening.

I look up at her, "Yes, I'm not going to deny it, the situation I was in was horrible, but others have been through far worse than I have," I start, typing in my password to my computer, "But what I'm trying to get at is this could save my career. A mysterious boy helps a stranger from getting assaulted further? It's golden!"

"Not trying to be a debby downer, but I don't know if one little post is going to help the position you stand in with your boss. Besides, you don't know anything about him, let alone his name. " She says, her eyes softening as she watches me closely.

"I know that it won't completely turn it around, but this could be a starting point, the platform I need in order to get back to where I once was. And that's the whole point of the ''mystery boy' bit, the mystery behind him will hopefully draw people in and leave them wanting more." I sigh, "I don't want to loose this job, and this story is my only hope, my last shot, at keeping my dream alive." She looks away from me and out the window; she's thinking about something, I know she is.

"Go for it, but still go out and look for another job, just in case. But I believe that by the sound of this mystery boy, you'll have a fighting chance at keeping this blog alive." I smile wide at her, "Make sure you include every detail, and elaborate on it. . ." She says standing up off the bed, placing her pen and notebook on the desk in the corner of the room,"I'm going to go order Chinese, you want your usual?" She yells as she walks down the hall.

"Yes, please!" I call back, my fingers feverishly working against the keyboard as the incident comes pouring out, the 'mystery boy' taking a hold of my thoughts, and his character coming to life on the screen.

Amber brought my Chinese food to me when it came, setting it on the table beside the bed, but it sat there neglected. I didn't want to stray away from my writing as I didn't want to loose this thought track because I knew that if I did, I would wind up with writers block and I wouldn't get anywhere. I wrote everything that happened today, from the first coffee shop all the way to the point of me running home. It all was in descriptive detail, too, so the readers could really get a feel for what happened, like they were actually there with me, experiencing it.

Amber came in after midnight, practically shoving me out of her bed saying that she wanted a good night sleep in between her own sheets since she had work in the morning. I walked back towards my room and as I entered my room I finished the last sentence I needed to perfect my blog entry. My cursor hovered over the publish button and without a second thought, I clicked it, sending my story out for the world to read.