Incubus [BOOK 2] (Jimin FF)

Their Return (Dual POV)

Y/N's POV

After Aileen told me what happened to her last night, her form disappeared, and she was back into my body, living as a spirit inside me.

The next morning, I woke up incredibly sore after waking up with my head resting on the bench's arm.

It turns out I fell asleep on the benches Aileen and I were sitting on.

Maybe I shouldn't fall asleep there anymore...

Ever since I arrived in Artelle, I had a strange feeling that I was being followed, and when I looked back, no one was there.

As I walked through the city with my spirits, studying how the city ran, I stopped abruptly, my spirits running into me.

"Miss..?" Aqua asked, looking up at me.

I took out one of my throwing knives and threw it behind me, hearing a yelp.

Calm down, Aileen. I didn't throw it directly at them. I threw it just close enough to them that it would graze their skin.

"Speak. Who are you, and why are you following me?" I asked without turning around.

They didn't answer.

I finally turned around and was face to face with a tall man, staring at me.

He had a cut with blood seeping out of it on his face from the knife I threw.

He had black hair and wore glasses with casual clothing.

Although, he felt familiar...

"Who are you? Answer me," I demanded, repeating myself.

He smiled a tiny bit, but his eyes looked sad.

"I'm not anyone important right now," he simply answered.

His voice was light but deep at the same time. It was odd.

Turning around, he walked away with his hands in his pockets.

"What a weird guy," I mumbled before picking up my knife and storing it away.

"Probably a stalker of yours, Miss. After all, you're pretty," Blaze shrugged.

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Jimin's POV

I kicked a rock as I walked away.

You can always count on Y/N to have such sharp senses.

I sighed as I took a seat on the benches.

Even though I just took a glance at her face, I felt happy and sad at the same time.

I felt like crying, but I wanted to smile at her.

Why?

"Um, excuse me?"

I looked up and saw a couple of girls standing in front of me.

They looked to be about 20-25 years old.

"A-Are you single?" one girl asked.

...

What?

"Me?" I asked.

"Obviously. There's no one around here as attractive as you," another girl said.

"I'm sorry, but I have a girlfriend," I replied, smiling nervously.

Can I even call her that anymore?