Abducted [ pjm . myg ]

009

"What's your order, sir?"

Jimin asked over the counter when the next customer approached him. Jimin calmly waited for him to speak and state his order but the man kept silent.

"Sir...?" He repeated, but still no response.

His eyebrows knitted as he took notice of the man's overall appearance. Black shirt, black bomber jacket, black bucket hat... black everything. The man's figure is literally covered with black. The only other color that Jimin can see from him is his visible porcelain-like complexion on his face.

The bucket hat did a great job covering his face but not until his nose, so it was still hard for him to identify if he knows the man or not.

Actually wait... Why does this scene feel like deja vu?

After the long exchange of silence, Jimin then saw his lips curved up into a smile. But instead of feeling relieved that the man's probably gonna speak now, he felt strange and uncomfortable with the way that smile was shown to him.

"I want.........." The man started

Jimin's brows furrowed. Strangely, he suddenly can't hear anything after that. His lips are moving but there was not a single sound that came out from his mouth.

"Eh? M-Mworago-yo...?"

The man kept saying something, but it's still the same. Jimin then looked around and was shocked to see that the tables are now empty.

There were customers here a while ago...

Jimin's attention went back to the man who's he talking with and told him to wait for a minute. He removed his apron and went out of the counter, his head turning from right to left.

"Where the hell's everybody?!!" He said, moving from one table to another. All the food, utensils and other things were there on top of the table, but everyone was gone.

He turned back around to where the customer was and saw that he's still standing there, completely facing him, still with that smile on his lips.

Jimin reached his hand out and was about to speak, but the moment he stepped his right foot forward, he heard a familiar low voice from behind him.

"Jimin-ah.... Mianhae..."

With that, he felt a cold long thing stab his back. He froze as the pain slowly soothes his nerves, suddenly feeling a hot liquid flow from his behind. His vision started to blur. He blinked one time and the place he's staring at changed.

From the cafe interior to a big glass mirror.

There he saw himself, mouth dripping with blood. He then coughed and blood splattered on the clean mirror. He stared at it and noticed a familiar figure behind him. He tried to move but his knees trembled as he suddenly felt weak. The stab wound on his back is taking all his energy that now he can't stand up straight. He leaned on the mirror for support but fell down on the floor a few seconds later.

Catching his breath, he slowly turned around to face the one who stabbed him. As time goes by, his blurry vision worsens, but he can still see who the man behind him was.

A tear fell from his eyes when he recognized who it was. With trembling hand, he reached out towards him who's holding the bloody knife. Rather than getting angry, he felt puzzled and disappointed. He wasn't expecting to see that face.