The unknow Caller ✔

9》Open up《

Slowly I let my arm drop aside still looking at Jimins eyes. Happiness and fear had a dance fight inside my chest. I was so glad that he wasn't the unknown, the psychopath, the murder. For his suprise I jumped into his arms and hugged him tight. Well the happiness had won the dance inside me.

His smell hit my nose and I sniffed it in. With wide open eyes he didn't knew what to react, or what was going on with me. But still he wrapped slowly yet unsure his muscular arms around my waist. And his soft deep voice find his way to my ears. "Y/N, are you okay?" Realizing what I were doing, I pulled fast back from him.

Looking embarrassed at the ground I scratched my upper arm. I cursed my self many times in my mind for doing it. Jimins cold fingers touched the smooth skin on my chin, as he then raised with them my face up to face him." Are you okay? Is something happened?" His dark eyes looked at me worried and his fingers didn't let my chin go.

Slowly I reached my hand toward his and wrapped it around his own, before I pulled it gently away. My body heat raised up from his touch and heart beated fast against my chest. I nood slowly my head at response. A small smile replaced his worried face as he kept looking at me.
"Don't you mind to share with me what scared you that much? You've been the whole day somehow... hm.. diffrent like you used to be."

I didn't knew what I should answer him, and even if I would lie to him, that wouldn't resolve my problem. That kept haunting me no matter where I were. But what if I would tell him the truth? What then? But this would be mean, I broke his so named rules.

"Jimin? Wouldn't you mind to walk home with me?" Asking him this I was unsure in myself. His eyes widened a little but then he nood his head. Turning my heels we walked slowly beside each other and the awkward filled the air between us.

-------------------------------

"Can I ask you something?" Jimin turned his face to my side profile as he gently asked. Again I just nood my head at response. Honestly I didn't knew how I should talk infront in front of him. I felt like my throat locked my voice inside and didn't wanted to let it out under the nervousness that climbed my body slowly step for step up.

" Remember last time you received a creepy message. Does it stopped?" Once his words left his beautiful plump lips I stopped my track immediately. Raising my head up I looked at him with a slight frown in confusion about how he could know that, but then it hit me. He was sitting there when I received the scary message for the first time." Why are you asking?"

I was just curious about why he suddenly thought about that. Jimin buried his hands inside his pockets more and faced to night sky still walking slowly beside my small figure. " At first I thought that some Jerks would Joking around. But then I heard from few friends that Britney received the same message a month ago before she died."

He explained a little with worry in his voice as he faced then me again. The same messages, maybe the same rules as well? Right now I don't know what should I do with all the information that Jimin told me. My eyes run on the floor that moved under my steps further down.
Could I trust him? Could I tell him? Would he tell about that someone esle? What would he react? Again I questioned myself that became like a habit for me for those last days.

"Sid you find the common between the girls?" Again he asked me. Raising my head up I looked at him and shook my head." No, I didn't. I don't know what it could be. And olive she is so diffrent from all of them." I sighned heavily out. And me. I'm diffrent from them all as well. I'm not a leader in a physic club, I'm not in a act club. I'm like Samantha a normal Student that tries her best to end her studie with good grades. Nothing more.

" That's right. They are. I thought about that a lot too, but still, not even one thing except the Class with Mr. Hendriks hit in my mind. Don't you thing that isn't enough? There must be something more, right? I though about your theory, that every serial killer has his own approach and a Common in between his victims. Then what is it? I mean today he proved that he is different, not a month has passed by and he murdered again."