Handsome Hitman ✓ Jikook

Chapter Thirty One

JIMIN

It was another boring freaking day. After the weird customer yesterday, no one else really came inside the shop except a mother and her young son. He was probably four or five to my guess.

So I bought another pack of gummy bears to snack on while I worked. In the first two hours of working, I was seriously bored already.

I laid the half eaten gummy pack onto the counter. Sighing as I got up and went to the smallest bathroom I have ever been in and locking the door behind me.

Flipping the light switch on I took two steps and went over to the mirror above the sink that had a big crack on it. Going from the right corner to the bottom left with smaller spiderwebs protruding from the main one going in every direction.

I turned on the sink, leaning down and splashing my face with water. Rubbing my eyes and my cheeks as I kept my eyes closed, head down and gripped the edges on the sink to the point my knuckles almost started turning white.

I need too wake up. I can't be tired while working. The reason I was so tired was because of Jungkook. Not actually him, but in my dream.

I was back at his place. The atmosphere was so heavy. I was sitting on the couch in a sweater and sweatpants. Watching tv that was nothing but static. It was the only source of light in the room. You couldn't even see the front door it was so dark around me.

"Jimin, what're you doing?" His voice was deeper than usual as his heavy shoes were echoing loud on the floor in a dramatic slow fashion. He came into view through the side in the corner of my eye. I didn't move my head.

"Watching tv" I mumbled. My lips felt too heavy that I couldn't hardly open them to speak.

He laughed as he left my view. Going behind the couch and wrapping his arms around shoulders. "There's nothing on baby"

I didn't answer, my lips felt glued. What's going on? Jimin get up and leave! Nothing would move. Not even my eyelids; they felt heavy to.

Hands clamped around my throat as I froze more than before. They slowly started to add pressure. Making it harder and harder to breathe.

Finally, I could move. My hand flew up, trying to pry the fingers off but couldn't get them to wedge in between my neck and what was around it that constricted me from breathing.

"Ju- ah- s-s.." I whimpered out with almost no audio. I couldn't speak. What's going on!? SPEAK!

"JUNGKOOK"

I whimpered when I snapped out of it. Cupping a large amount of water and splashing my face. W-What was that dream last night... No... It was a nightmare...

I got paper towels, dabbing my face dry and throwing the towels away. I looked back up into the mirror, making sure I made no irritated spots, I froze up. I glanced to the person next to me in mirror.

My mouth went dry, my hands shook, but it was a familiar face. I turned around without a second hesitation after I saw the face.

...they weren't there?

"J-Jungkook" I whimpered out as I looked back into the mirror. I saw no one.

I yanked the bathroom door open, going back to the counter with a light jog and sat straight in my seat.

Wh-What just happened...

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To pass the image through my mind, I was restocking and fixing some of the pricetags I was supposed to do while on my shift.