tokyo.

VI

"thank you." i said as i took my coffee from the guy behind the counter. i took a sip of my coffee and sat down at a table.

it was early in the morning, jungkook hadn't been awake yet, i woke up but i couldn't go back to sleep so i decided to go out.

i got onto my phone, going through twitter, seeing posts by fans.

flashback

"namjoon!" she said. "yes?"

"look what i found." she smiled. she held up pieces of paper, they were papers i write my raps on. the ones i would throw away because they were useless.

"w-where did you get those?" i asked. "i found them in your recycling bin," she smiled. "why did you throw these out? these are good namjoon-ah."

i took the papers from her hand, "they're trash. that's why i threw them out."

she scoffed, "look at these lyrics: 'rappers who don't even have haters, shut up. where are your haters at?' oh oh and then there's, 'that's a lie, you're such a liar, see me, see me, ya, you're such a hypocrite," she giggled. "that's probably my favorite one."

i smiled, "i was coming up with the beat and the rest of the lyrics, i wanted jungkook to rap in that song and sing too."

"then why don't you sign up with an agency joon? you and jungkook would be such great idols!"

i sighed, "i don't know mina."

"tell you what, i'll look at some agencies and i'll sign you both up." she smiled.

"y-you would do that?"

"of course! you and jungkook have such great talent. everyone should see and hear it."

she continued to flip through the papers i had thrown out, "and then we have songs that jungkook could definitely sing."

"how do you know they're not raps?"

"because these lyrics have meaning and passion. like this: 'close the door now, when i'm with you i'm in utopia.' and then there's 'for you i could pretend like i was happy when i was sad.' namjoon these are so good!"

i sighed, "you really think i could be an idol?"

"i know you can. i'll be your number one fan!" she smiled.

she scanned over more papers, "...just like how the moon will rise after the sun rises. just like how your nails grow,"

i froze in place. she's reading the song i wrote for her!

"you're my person, you're my wind, you're my pride, you're my love..."

i hesitated to grab the papers from her, no no! what if she thinks i'm talking about her? oh my gosh...

"erm," i grabbed the papers from her softly. she stared at me as i glanced back and forth at her, "see? i told you. i-i threw them out for a reason..."

"namjoon-"

i stood up from my seat and went as far as i could from her. my heart felt like it was gonna rip out of my chest.

god what are the odds of her finding these papers, and reading the lyrics i wrote for her specifically.

i blinked, snapping back into reality. i sighed heavily. i glanced out the window, seeing people walk by on the sidewalk.

i caught a glimpse of a girl, she side glanced at me. mina. it looked just like her.

in fact it was her.

i furrowed my eyebrows as i watched her walk, she walked the same, her hair looked the same.

i quickly got up from my seat and chased the girl down. panting as i was coming close to her.

then she stopped walking, turning into a store. i stopped in front of the store, looking into the window, trying to find the girl.

but when i found her, it wasn't mina. god i really am going crazy.

i caught my breath as i looked into the window, i saw my reflection and i began to fix my hair.

but when i was looking at my reflection, i saw someone standing in the street. a girl.

i whipped my body around and looked at the girl standing in the street. my heart stopped as i saw mina.

she stared straight at me. i blinked seeing if she would disappear, but she didn't. she stayed in the exact same spot, not moving at all.

cars passed by, missing her by a hair. i panicked as i wanted to run to her and hug her.

she smiled at me, the beautiful smile i thought i would never see again. but i saw the pain in her eyes, the sadness. it killed me.

i held back my tears, a truck passed by, my mouth gaped open as i would hope to still see her standing there once the truck was gone. but i was wrong.

she wasn't there anymore once the truck moved. i wiped the single tear that fell from my cheek and began to walk. i didn't know where i was going, but i just needed to get away from the street.

as i was walking that whistling started again. i squeezes my eyes shut, i fucking hate that whistling.

think about it joonie, think about everything. and you will find the answer you're looking for.

i furrowed my eyebrows, what does she mean?

then it clicked in my mind.

i pulled out my phone and immediately called jungkook.

"jungkook!"

"hyung?"

"um..i saw her again..."

"you did..?"

"y-yeah," i sighed. "um, i think she gave me a message, jungkook."

"really?"

"yeah. i think she wants us to find out who else was involved in the crash."

"hyung-"

"jungkook just listen to me....we have to find the other person that crashed into her."

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honestly, boys suck smh
[sorry for any grammatical errors]