Dear Reaper | Jimin fanfiction [Completed]

6 - Men in black

Four days...

Four days since I agreed to aid my uncle in hopes of finding even a trace of reapers...

"Cowards," I mumbled under my breath as I was dragging my feet home after a long, exhausting day of studying more than I could hypothetically handle. They were clearly afraid of me and that's why they didn't even dare appear in front of me. But what was there to be afraid?

At this point, a normally functioning human would give up chasing after something that wasn't real no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, like running towards the end of a rainbow, hoping to find a pot of gold there. And I was starting to give up. I wanted to stop going over to my uncle's workplace and that was why today I was heading straight home.

No more reaper hunting for me.

My stomach suddenly roared, catching the attention of a nearby couple, causing them to snicker between themselves. I quickly hid my face, feeling embarrassed, and fastened my pace.

My eyes wandered to the nearby diner's place, and I changed my direction towards it without a second thought. A quick meal wouldn't hurt.

The place was nearly empty, except for two or three customers who were sitting on different tables and scratching their phones. I walked over to the other end of the place, seeking quiet, although every inch of the diner was nothing but placid.

Placing myself on a seat, I wallowed in my own comfort, letting my mind ease into the soothing atmosphere. Studying really sucks one's energy like a ravenous vampire and what I really needed was a full course meal (and a 12 hour sleep), but I refrained myself and ordered a simple lasagna to extinguish the fire that was burning my insides.

Surprisingly, my food came out in a minute and I dived right in to the ecstasy before me without even wondering how. Perhaps they microwaved what was already cooked, but I could care less about that.

A dark haired and pale skinned man wearing a suit came in, and gracefully walked to the cashier while fiddling with his watch in an agitated way. "Did you see Jimin?"

My ears perked up at that.

The cashier shook his head, staring at him in confusion. "No, what happened?"

The man shut his eyes and pursed his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "That son of a bi-" he bit his tongue, cutting his own words, while glancing around the place. "That bastard Taehyung is what happened! He already started seeing that girl and we never even knew about that!"

"What?!"

"We have to make a move now, or it might end up like all the others before this! I'm thinking of having Jimin talk to him, but he's nowhere I can find," he grumbled.

"Didn't you call him?"

"He lost his phone yesterday, that clumsy idiot..." he clicked his tongue.

The cashier guy gasped out loud and all the customers glanced at him with their brows furrowed. "His phone?! All the lists and his information are in there!"

"I know. The higher ups just decided to give him the list in papers and deleted those information from his phone so it's fine."

"Oh, okay," he sighed and then smiled at him. "I'll tell you when he comes here, Yoongi. You just carry out your duties in the meantime."

The man nodded while sighing and walked back out the door. "Thanks, man. I'll see you later."

He was wearing the same black suit with the rose emblem on his collars and sleeves which meant that he was referring to the Jimin I knew. But I didn't know if they were talking about the Taehyung who was in my class or another Taehyung. Judging from their occupations and appearance, I figured that they were adults who were in their late 20s, and the probability of them having anything to do with the Taehyung I knew became slim.

Or did it?

I decided to mind my own business and continued eating my meal.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened again, but this time, the silver haired jerk walked in.

"Jimin! Yoongi was looking for you, man. How could you lose your phone?"

He chuckled softly and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, I got too drunk that day."

"You're still going to clubs to have fun with gir-"

"What did he need me for?" He cut his words. "Yoongi, I mean."

"Oh... It's about Taehyung," he said under his breath, eyes squinting. "He was doing it again."

Jimin's eyes widened in horror and lips parted slightly, as if he saw a ghost or a really scary roller coaster.

"But... he said that he will-"

"You really think that he wouldn't go to her?" The blonde haired man asked him while wiping a beer glass. "Yoongi wanted you to talk to him, tell him to stop contacting her. If she starts falling for him, you know what will happen unless we interfere."

Jimin gulped the huge lump that was stuck in his throat and swept back his silky hair in a ponderous manner.

"I'll see what I can do," he managed to let out. "I'll have the usual."

The cashier nodded and the disconcerted man stumbled towards the table that was near mine. Before taking his seat, he glanced at me and his face became distorted in annoyance.

But he plopped down on his chair without exchanging a word with me, deliberately ignoring my presence.

I, on the other hand, wasn't annoyed. If anything, I was genuinely curious about what he was talking about.

"Mr. Jimin?" I called.

He didn't respond.

"Hey you shorty over there," I shouted.

"What did you just call me?" He turned to glare at me, his gaze burning holes in my head and his hand forming a fist on the table.

I tried hard to restrain myself from bursting out laughing. He was so triggered.

"Yes. I have a question to ask. Is the person you were talking about with-"

"I don't want to hear anything from a delusional little girl," he spat and turned away. "And mind your own business."

This bitch...

"Fine. I don't want to talk to a man-whore, either," I sneered. "An alcoholic one at that."

What was his problem anyway, as if he had a stick up his ass?

He chuckled. "Yeah. Keep saying that."

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A/N: Lyn @ Jimin:

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