MIRROR MIRROR || ksj || BTS

II

Life had a funny way of bringing people together.

Jin had witnessed it numerous times. Sometimes through a timebomb ticking above one's head, or the way a string would wound tightly around a man's collarbone, urging him to turn around.

Eventually though, just as people were brought together, it was all for them to eventually separate.

"Jin!"

A harsh tap on his shoulder made the young man remove his heavy eyes from the couple whose strings were blackening.

She brightly smiled down at him. Wavy hair framing her small face. Just like those models.

His gaze traveled to the name etched on her wrist. It was only visible to his eyes.

"Jin?"

"Kung Mi", he addressed her, looking into her eyes.

She frowned, but that slowly melted into a grin. "You recognize me? How?"

He shrugged, "You don't look too different. Though, there is definitely something different about you".

She placed the green tea on his table, then glanced around to make sure her boss wasn't watching as she took the seat in front of him. "Guess what it is", she said, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear.

He made a show of silently observing her, eyebrows scrunched. "Did you..get a haircut?"

She slapped his arm. "Jin!"

He grinned his signature grin. His friends would tell him that if he just made an effort to talk more, he could woo any girl. Oh, Jin thought. Little did they know how insignificant this all was in the end.

"Plastic surgery?", Jin said.

She nodded, her face tinted pink as she looked down at her lap. "My nose and jawline".

Jin pursed his lips, wincing at the hot liquid scorching down his throat.

He finally spoke, "Did you know that 20% of the population here undergoes plastic surgery."

Kung Mi frowned, her aura deepening in disappointment. "I thought you'd like it."

Now Jin frowned.

He hadn't been oblivious to Kang Mi's attempts to getting closer to him. Her aura had shifted at his sight, the blue lines swaying forward. But the name etched across her wrist was of another.

Jin had no red string, no name on his wrist. All he had was his sore eyes, and shoulders which no matter how broad they were, it wasn't enough for the burden he carried.

He sighed. "There is no need for changing any part of you. I don't understand why women feel the need to go under the knife so bad..."

"Easy for you to say", she muttered under her breath. "Mr. World wide handsome".

Jin clucked his tongue, "What was that?"

Her face turned strawberry as she hastily got up. "Oh, no, uh, my shift." She patted down her working apron. "It was nice talking to you Jin, um...", she caught her breath for a moment, then looked into his eyes. "My face doesn't look...bad, does it."

Jin told her what she wanted to hear. "Your fine just the way you are. Don't worry about it".

The corners of her mouth went up. "Thanks."

Her fingers held onto each other as she glanced back to see if her boss had come out. The door chimed as a couple walked into the cafe.

Jin watched their aura shifted around each other. That relationship wasn't going to last too long.