When I woke up, it was seven in the morning. I had two hours to get ready.
Stretching, I yawned and walked into my bathroom to clean up. I stood under the cooling spray of water, pushing my wet hair out of my face and looked up at the ceiling. During my time in the shower, I couldn't help but replay the memories of yesterday's events over and over again in my head. Jimin's dreamy eyes, sexy hair, well-built body and his husky voice haunted my thoughts.
"I still can't believe this is happening..." I mumbled to myself as I reached for my towel.
I just got out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body when someone knocked on my door, startling me.
I clutched the towel tighter to my chest and asked nervously,
"Who's there?"
My question was answered with silence.
"Wait a sec, alright? I'll be out in five minutes!"
I quickly put on an outfit I chose from the night before - a pastel pink turtleneck sweater and ripped paired with white sneakers, grabbed my bag and opened the door.
There was nobody there.
My heart skipped a beat.
I don't believe in ghosts, but rumours has it this school is haunted.
A long time ago, about thirty years ago, it was said a Korean beauty whose face could match a goddess' studied in this exact school. In her last year at the school, the night before she graduated, she was found hanging from a rope tied to the top of a cupboard around her neck in one of the dorm rooms. Her face, at that moment, was mangled to the extent it was unrecognizable, and was the exact opposite of her supposedly goddess worthy face. The people who found her were only able to tell who she was by her identity card found in the pocket of her mini skirt.
Nobody knew why she killed herself, but the most popular theory spread around by students was that she asked a guy in that school that she had loved every since her first year out and he rejected her, causing her to hate herself for not being 'beautiful' enough to win him over. She went crazy and mad and splashed acid onto her face by accident which made her even more depressed, leading to suicide.
Until now, students would hear knocking on their doors, but when they opened it, there would be no one present. It was said to be the ghost of the girl, knocking on each door to find the room of her lover to take revenge on him.
I looked down and saw a red piece of paper laying beside my right foot. Fighting to control my breathing, I reached down and picked it up.
It was a letter addressed to me.
"Dear Austelle,
I know that you are leaving this school on Monday. Over the month that you've been here I've been watching you. It sounds creepy but I'm not a stalker, I swear. I know you have someone else you like, I can see it in your eyes when you talk to HIM that you love him. I just wanted to say this before you left: I like you. I hope we can still be friends.
Love,
Kai"My eyes widened.
Kai was in the same class as me. We sat together once and had become friends over that short period of time. I had no idea he saw me more than a friend!
Unfortunately, I can't return those feelings, my heart has already been taken. By the looks of it, he knows he doesn't stand a chance either.
I sighed. At least that's one problem cleared up. I would hate to have to turn him down, we had become quite good friends, but not as close as I was to Tae and the others of course.
I went back into my room and placed the red letter onto my desk. It was time I left for Jimin.
Locking the door behind me, I headed out into the school compound. Jimin sure was right when he told me to wear something warm.
Even though I was wearing a sweater, I could still feel the cold morning chill seeping through it. Shivering a little, I quickly made my way to the school gate.
I'd actually reached there half an hour early, but to my surprise, Jimin was already there.
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One Month |《BTS JIMIN》
FanfictionA BTS Jimin fan fiction. Dedicated to my best friend, but if you happen to come across this, please go ahead and help yourself :) Also I feel that it's weird to read y/n in a book so I created a random name that hopefully only a few people has. * * ...