Would You Rather |Jung Hoseok; Min Yoongi| [Completed]

[Part 3] Chapter 22

"MinJee! Wake up, you'll be late for school!" I heard my mom yell from the other side of the door.

"I'll be up in a bit!" I grunted.

Weird... it feels like I've done this before. The slowly opening my eyes, sun hitting me right on my vision, the sharp headache, everything feels so deja vu. I squinted my eyes, trying to clear my head, but no such luck. Everything felt too unreal, too... foreign.

"MinJee, wake up!" My mom yelled again and knocked on my door.

"I'm getting ready!" I lied and struggled to get up from bed, my body refusing to cooperate. For some reason it felt like a needle was being pushed against my skin right bellow my abdomen. I need to check it out, but I know I'll probably forget about it later.

When I looked at the clock, all colour left my face as I saw I was two hours late to school. Why did my mom decide to wake me up just now? God, here it is again! That feeling. It just walked on my nerves and I had to suppress the urge to hit something.

I got ready and on my way to the front door my mom stopped me and handed me a lunchbox.

"Mom, I'm not ten anymore." I snarled and she just gave me a stern look.

"Just to be sure you won't starve on your way to school." She said and her face softened. "Now go before you miss your bus." She pushed me out and waved me goodbye.

I walked towards the bus stop but something kept urging me to walk on the opposite direction. I tried ignoring it while I was waiting, but it grew stronger every second. At the end, my nerves didn't take it anymore and I walked away from the bus, my legs leading me instead of my mind. I was already late for school, so what if I don't go? The most they can do is call my mom and she'll scold me later.

I walked and walked until I reached a park. The weather was nice and there wasn't a lot of people, so I decide to take a little walk. I sat on a bench and enjoyed the view until a man across me grabbed my attention. All I could see was his light hair, but a face immediately popped into my head. I might have seen him somewhere before, maybe that's why he seemed so familiar.

I admit I stared a little bit. I mean, he looked so calming while drawing on his little sketchbook, that it made me want to go see what he was drawing. I was about to stand up when he suddenly jumped from his place and walked away, a pen falling from his pocket. I wondered if I should pick it up, but at the time I made up my mind, another orange haired guy picked it up and walked towards its owner. He patted his shoulder and the light haired man turned around, his eyes widened in suprise.

"Jiminie!" He exclaimed and pulled the other dude in a bear hug. They looked like they knew eachother and when the man he called Jiminie handed him the pen, he sighed in relief. They walked away and that was that. They just disappeared from my view and I continued to look around the park, my mind slowly calming down from the mess it was earlier.

"Hey, mind if I sit?" Someone asked, scaring the living hell out of me. "Oh my God, I'm sorry if I scared you!" They apologised panically. I looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a man standing, pointing to the seat next to me.

"Yeah, sure!" I said and moved to the side, distancing myself from him. I wondered why he didn't sit on the other bench but I realised that a family had already occupied that place.

"Nice weather, huh?" The man sighed. "I don't go out often, but it's nice to walk around once in a while."

I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows. Firstly for the sudden conversation he's trying to pull off (and failing), and second, for the weirdly gray coloured hair he had dyed.