Jinyoung is 23 years old and has a big passion for writing.
He often finds himself to be depressed and thinking about his dark past.
One day, he meets a mysterious guy named Jaebum who might help him get through all of that.
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I fiddled with my tie in the mirror and ran my fingers through my brown hair one more time before I was satisfied with my look.
I looked at the watch on my wrist to check the time and it read 10:36 am.
I had a business meeting at 11:00 with a man that had read my book and really liked it so he had asked me to meet him today.
I was very anxious but tried to keep myself calm.
I took one last glance in the mirror before grabbing my keys and leaving the apartment.
We had arranged to meet at the coffee shop where I went to almost every day so this wasn't a too big of a change for my daily routine.
When I arrived there, I saw Mark standing behind the counter with his blue apron tied around his frame. He offered me a small smile which I returned.
I took a seat at my usual spot by the window and looked out at the life outside.
"Hello Jinyoung! The usual?" Mark asked and I nodded. He smiled and made his way back to the counter.
"Are you Park Jinyoung?" I looked up and saw a guy standing there. He looked to be about my age. He was wearing glasses and had dyed light pink hair.
"Yes, that's me." I replied.
"Ah, perfect! My name is Kim Namjoon. It's nice to meet you." He smiled which showed off the dimples in his cheeks.
"It's nice to meet you too." I smiled back and we shook hands. He took a seat across from me and just then, Mark returned with my coffee.
"Here you are!" He smiled and placed it down in front of me.
"Thanks." I smiled back.
"Would you like to order something, sir?" Mark asked Namjoon who gave him a polite smile.
"A water, please" he replied and Mark nodded and shuffled away. "Now, I was thinking that we could maybe start off with some questions."
"Alright." I nodded and took a sip of my coffee.
"So, how old are you? When was the first time you got into writing?" He asked.
"I'm 23 years old. When I first got into writing I think I was about... 15 maybe. I started off by just writing some short stories for myself but then found some websites and places where I could publish them and let others read." I explained while he listened carefully. He mouthed a quick 'thank you' to Mark who had arrived with his water and who quickly walked off, not wanting to disturb.
"Interesting." He said and took a sip of the clear liquid. "What type of stories do you find the most interesting to write?" He asked.
"Uhm I really like any type of genre and I like trying different things but I mostly enjoy horror or romance." I replied.
We had spent probably an hour at the coffee shop and he asked me questions and such.
Right now, we were currently getting ready to leave.
"I really enjoyed this, Jinyoung. From what I've read I think that you truly have a talent. I definitely want to keep in touch with you." He smiled.
"Thank you, sir." I smiled back and we shook hands.
"Please, call me Namjoon." He laughed.
We said our farewells and parted ways. I was over the moon! I can't believe that I might actually have a shot in becoming a professional writer.
It has been my dream since I was 15.
I crossed the road while being too deep in thought that I didn't even see the bright light shining to my left.
I gasped loudly and everything felt like it went into slow motion.
The car was so close to hitting me but only a split second later, the right side of my body came in contact with the cement.
I was breathing heavily from the shock and the pain in my head. I didn't dare to open my eyes.
Was I dead?
Did the car hit me?
I kept my eyes closed to the point where I couldn't even open them anymore.
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I fluttered my eyes open and looked around the unfamiliar location.
I slowly sat up and took in my surroundings.
I was in a living room but it wasn't my living room.
My head was throbbing and the entire right side of my body was stinging like crazy.
"You're awake, I see."
I shifted my gaze to my left where I saw a guy standing with his arms crossed.
But it wasn't just any guy.
It was the guy.
The same guy that helped me yesterday in the rain. He was wearing black ripped jeans, a denim jacket and a grey T-shirt under.
I didn't know what to say so I just kept quiet. I heard him sigh and walk over to the couch where I was laying in.
"I hope you don't mind but I brought you to my place to fix up your wounds." He said and pointed at the bandage around my head.
"Thanks." I said quietly.
He pursed his lips together in a thin line and nodded his head.
"I told you to be more careful." He said and stared right at me.
"Mhm." I hummed and looked away.
"Want a ride home?" He said after a while of silence. I looked back at him again.
"If that won't be any trouble." I replied.
"Don't have anything else to do anyways." He shrugged and walked off. I sat up carefully from the couch and shuffled after him.
He handed me my jacket so I put it on. He took his keys and we exited his apartment.
