The Man Between The Pages {Jikook} [completed]

~ Killer, killer on the loose... ~

''The tantalizing sensation of holding your life in your hands.

The exhausting and infuriating pain that appeared whenever an obstacle got on your way.

How would you make the obstacle vanish into thin air?

Would you overcome it ?

Or would you simply... get it out of your way  while using different means ?

Whatever you are about to attempt, be careful.

Killer, killer on the loose...''

''I am obsessed with vinyl. I am fixated on both the music and the material...What are you obsessed with?''.

The bilious noise of his bell, pierced his ears and the man sighed in frustration. Second time someone is interrupting his writing process today. Taking his circular glasses off and placing them on the right side of the table, the writer stood up from his chair and put on his slippers. With slow steps he moved closer to his door and put his eye on the eyehole. The pizza man was covered from head to toe with scarfs, a coat and a beanie, his gloved hands trembling from the unbearable crisp of the merciless winter.

The man unlocked the door and instantly tightened the belt of his robe around his waist.

''Sorry for the delay Mr. Jeon. The traffic was...''.

''Don't worry. I had actually forgotten about my order'' he chuckled. ''Wait here until I find my wallet. I am sure I must have left it upstairs''.

''I will wait here then sir'' the man spoke, his voice barely audible under his knitted scarf.

''Oh please, come inside. You must be freezing'' Jungkook urged the man to come inside. The man hesitantly stepped inside and placed the pizzas on the table. He just sat there trying to be as judicious as he could.

Jungkook ran upstairs and began to search for his wallet. As a person who didn't really enjoy being outdoors, he never had his wallet thrown in a bag or the chest pocket of his jackets. After a quick pursuit, he found the item somewhere between his bed sheets- reasonable outcome of yesterday's night- and climbed down the stairs. The man hadn't moved an inch, his fingers playing with the tassels of his scarf.