The Man Between The Pages {Jikook} [completed]

~ Sciamachy ~

''Keep you face towards the sun.

You will avoid the scary shadows, 

you wil escape scimachy.

For a little while...

Cause the dark umbra may be hiding in your heart.

You might not realize it yet

but it will surface.

It might be your madness, your literal doom.

Unless, there's a light emerging from within...''.

two weeks later

With sluggish footsteps Jungkook exited the super market. Carrying three bags filled with coffee, groceries and meat, the young author checked the watch on his wrist. Winter had still a big momentum to the point that Jungkook- a man who barely felt the crisp- wanted to cover his hands with a woolen pair of gloves. The moon looked gloomy and the sky decided to allow the stars to sleep early. It was only eight-thirty yet the familiar black veil had already dressed the village.

Ravenous and parched, Jungkook increased his speed, the soles of his feet harassing the calming puddles. Having embraced the virtue of oblivescence, he was walking with a sly grin on his face, feeling that finally his life would change. Despite the fact that he was a selenophile, the young man really wanted to get back to his place, make himself a cup of coffee and give a call to Park Jimin. 

Yet he felt so uneasy. As if his house was further than before. As if the bags he was carrying were heavier than the previous times. As if somebody was following him persistently.

Looking slightly dejected, the raven haired  writer stopped in the middle of the pavement. With hawk-like eyes Jungkook scanned the silent city lights, a sense of unwelcomed fear and utter trepidation making their way to his head. He has done this plenty of times, why was he so frightened now? Being utterly solivigant- or so he would like to believe- Jungkook cursed himself for not taking his car. 

Knowing that everything took place in the deepest abyss of his imagination, Jungkook unlocked the door of his abode and stormed inside, removing the key from the lock afterwards. He had always been strong and muscular, ready to face any unwelcoming visitor yet this situation seemed different. This predicament must have happened in his head.

Quickly placing his supplies in the fridge and the wooden cupboards, Jungkook decided not to invite Jimin to his place. Not because he didn't want to give the pleasure to himself of experiencing Jimin's soothe voice again but due to the fact that he didn't want to let him cross the streets alone. Even if  the blond used his car, Jungkook would still be afraid. He had to be deprived of Park Jimin today.