Madly Inlove || M.Y.G

3: Black Van

Y/N Pov

After 9 agonizing hours at the coffee shop, I'm finally done with my shift. my entire outfit now smell like coffee and sweat. And it's not new to me since I've been working there long enough to get used to all the sweats and task.

After a vacant day yesterday I'm now back at the tiring work at the coffee shop.

I've been working there for almost two months now, and there's only four of us that work here at the coffee shop.

Alice, Sandria, Jacob and Jessie, we all have different shift, Alice and Sandria work at the morning and Jacob and Jessie at the evening, I work full time, day and night. It somehow felt nice that I'm able to do things on my own and not other people to do it for me.

I took the shorter way home tonight since I'm exhausted. I don't have my car for the meantime so I walk through the silent, yet dark empty streets on my own.

Alone and at night where danger is alive.

I shook my head rapidly to get rid of the horrid thoughts running around my head and block the thoughts away.

For the past months that I've been walking on the same path on my way home, gratefully I didn't cross path with any vulgar yet.

I would always hear stories about this group of men at the coffee shop that I would occasionally hear from some costumers.

They were criminals who roam the streets in some part of Korea, especially during at night.

I would also hear stories from Sandria about these criminals who has committed countless crime such as murders, robbery, slaughter, abduction, exchange of illegal drugs and illegal weapons yet the police doesn't have any lead and they were still on the look. As to what I also heard, they were most likely taking woman at night too and leave their corpse at some alleyway, naked and bloody.

I lightly shake my head, I refuse to believe this, not that I don't believe in news but Sandria would dramatically express it, probably scaring me for I'm the only one who usually overtime leaving me alone at night at the cafe.

Maybe it's happening in some town in the country and I could only hope that those crimes won't happen in the city I lived in.

Something vibrates in my jeans, knowing it was coming from my phone, I took it out and look at the lit screen to see an incoming call from an unknown number but slide the green button anyway.

I press the phone against my ear as I continue my walk on the dimly lit street, kicking some can littered on the ground.

"Hello?"

I listened but didn't hear anything but the steady breathing of the person on the other side.

My face scrunch up a little as I waited a little more but heard nothing.

I drop the call after a while and shove it back on my jean pocket.

I sigh at the thought of a prank call from a drunk highschool student.

I pick up my pace when I'm nearing close to my house and hike up the backpack on my back, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the duvets of my comfy bed and relax my aching muscles.

All the work in the coffee shop earlier has worn me out and I feel so drained that I would conceal a yawn every now and then.

Wait... why do I feel like someone is watching me?

I slowly grew anxious.

I can feel someone's gaze burning holes on the back of my head as I feel a certain eyes on me making me shudder.

I look around but the street is deserted except of the slow moving van following closely behind that I just notice by now.

So many horrid thoughts raced in my head all at once and all the possibility that will happen to me right now.

Maybe heaven is punishing me for being naive about the danger of the night held.

I instinctively gulp in unease as I eye the black van.

It was keeping a good distance on the other side of the road, just a few meters away, driving in the same pace as if to keep up with me.

I tried thinking better and think that it's only another vehicle passing by but it only got worse when I suddenly feel the van accelerating forward.

And I ran realizing what situation I am in, I run so fast my feet could take me without looking back as Adrenaline blasted through my system.

Oh shit.

The screeching of tires are still there just close behind as it continues to follow me which only doubled my fear.

I pick up my pace and pump my fist as I ran faster than I ever ran before.

I knew in a panic that I would not be able to escape from it for long as the black van was gaining on me.

But what shocked me is that it just drove past me and screeched away leaving me dumb.

I let out a shaky breath as I watch the black vehicle speed away dumbstruck.

I practically run-walk going home and quicken my pace, avoiding to run into some creepy strangers, I wanted nothing more than go home where I am safe.

I finally managed to open the door after dropping my keys for several times, checking from left to right if someone is out there watching me, or worse following me.

I bolted inside and locked the door once I got in.

I let out the breath I've been holding in for I don't know how long.

I never felt like this scared walking at night.

I should have brought my car with me.