The Book of Literary H'Enjoyment.

U is for Unexpected pt 2.

Hey guys, so this particular oneshot got a lot of love and some of you requested that I create a part 2. So here it is, enjoy ❤️. Babes, this is the sequel _jimeyna

"Found you." The light haired man said, watching Seyna walk down the street with an intense gaze.

Seyna had moved to Paris shortly after her narrow escape from Jimin, sometimes she still felt scared and unsafe, and certain things triggered her; such as people filming near her, and CCTV cameras, she still felt that even though she had killed Jimin, he was still somehow watching her.

The young woman couldn't bear dating anyone since the incident, she barely had any male friends in Paris as it was. It wasn't that easy to trust another man after was she had faced at the hands of Jimin, that madman.

She clutched unto her paper bag of pastries tightly as she walked briskly to her apartment, still feeling the after effects of the long and perverted stare the barista had given her at the coffee shop. The woman got so creeped out that she left the shop without her coffee, even though she had paid for it. Her heartbeat was racing with each second that the barista spent leering at her and she just wanted to scream and hide in a corner, shielding her self from all male attention if she could.

She hated Jimin with every cell in her being, he had made her into this woman; this easily frightened woman who had become socially awkward from his abuse. On some days, she wondered what would have happened to her if she didn't suffocate him when she did. Would he have killed her? Or ultimately have made her his sex slave? Or just kill her and move on to the next one when he got tired?

She didn't want to know the answers to either of those questions, so she tried her best to push the nagging thought away from her mind.

Her fingers begin to fumble as she reached for her keys in her handbag, her breathing labored and her body vibrating slightly.

She begins to pant as she pushes the key into the hole and turns.

The moment she steps into her apartment, she slams the door close, and with her back against the door, she slumps down to the ground, a hand holding unto her pastries and the other holding her chest. She thought she was going to hyperventilate or worse, faint.

Woosik kissed his teeth in anger as he stared at the long, straight and unplanned line that had just been made on his painting canvas. He was about to draw a curved line depicting the woman's hips in the abstract painting that he made, and now, his annoying new neighbor had slammed her door so hard that it jolted him and resulted in this mistake.

But as an artist he knew that every mistake was an avenue to beautify the art even more, so he took another turn and began to add a curve to the end of the line and created something different.

"Why is she always slamming her door anyways?" He thought to himself as he set his paintbrush down and picked up a glass of water to hydrate himself, looking out his window and observing the busy movements in the street.

He was here again.

Woosik scrunched up his nose in annoyance.

The weird man was standing behind the red car that was always parked by the right side of the road, and he was staring right at Woosik's apartment building. The man had started coming here only two months ago, and it was beginning to get worrisome to Woosik.

He didn't know who the man was or what he was always doing here, and why he was staring at his — Woosik peered closer and noticed that the man's line of sight was slightly to the right and not directly at his window, he was staring into his neighbor's window.