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Reflection『Section 19』

Reflection『Section 19』

"Wait here, I need to do something", Anha left me sitting outside the shady club. I begged her not to leave me, but she said there was something she needed to investigate. It had been almost 30 minutes since she left me outside. My phone was the only entertainment I had at the moment, along with the drunk couples stumbling out of the club to go home and do the dirty.

It was getting colder, and the street light above my head started flicker on and off. Loud rumbling sounds from the sky shook up my fragile heart. The dark sky resembled somewhat of a witch was stirring up dirty clouds in her cauldron, created an intricate mix of water droplets and fluffy pillows.

"Oh god it's going to rain, where is this girl?", I anxiously chewed on my bottom lip, tapping my foot to the flickering of the streetlight. As the ocean of dark clouds started to grow angrier, the low rumbling increased to loud vibrations of thunder.

Like I was in a trance, I could feel myself losing focus of my surroundings. As I stared into the distance, a slow rain of water started to drip out of the big grey clouds. The cold liquid slid down my body in lines of trickles, still not breaking me out of my dangerous trance. As I could taste the tears of mother nature on my skin, her greatest creation itself had stepped out of the building, walking towards me.

He strode towards me with one foot in front of the other, and arms at his side. The rain made his dark hair condense into thick strands, exposing the plane of his forehead and his thick eyebrows. The white shirt underneath his suit started to become stained by the rain droplets, creating a translucent film between him and my eyes.

And all at once, Jimin's voice started to surround my head, dancing around in circles. 

He loves you, Mina.

He wants you. 

He needs you.

He finally stood in front of me, in complete silence. Even though he never voiced his feelings, everything was bare and raw in his eyes. I could see how complicated and intricate the emotion in his eyes was. 

Aggression, lust, anger, adoration, and affection. 

All of the emotions that were playing with my heart.

His slender fingers traced the side of my jaw, pushing back the wet strands of my hair behind my ears. Even the way he touched me held so many feelings he would never dare confess. 

He treated me like a glass doll.

For the first time, I felt sadness. An empty feeling; completely blue. 

This was what I wanted. Someone to love me more than I loved them. And now that I finally had it, it scared me. 

The connection we shared was too overwhelming to ignore. The look in his eyes probed my heart, tugging it like a string. A ball formed at the back of my throat as we stood facing each other, drowning in God's tears. 

He shrugged off his expensive black suit, and wrapped it over my head. He then took my left wrist and started dragging me along with him.

"Where are you taking me", I protested, trying to wiggle my wrist out of his tight hold.

He turned around and looked me dead in the eye, void of any expression,

"Home".