My Reflection || KNJ ✔

Chapter 21.1 : Under the dark

NJ : Stay safe.

And there she was; torpefied and overwhelmed to respond to any stimuli then. Seol Ah blankly watched him taking his steps away from her.

However, the click of the closing door after, slammed her senses back as a certain rush of exasperation burned her insides.
Within the next few moments, she was over exceeded with ire but mostly fear of the uncertain.

She fierced to her room aiming straight to a wardrobe mess, before hurling down her entire room. Their ways to calm down weren't much apart. Namjoon would break everything that comes to his touch, she would go a little lighter and try not to break anything in the process.

Once she has seen her surroundings in a state, pretty much a reflection of her inner mess, she would magically calm down. In extreme cases, that would follow a sob too.

This time, she was more confused, in gist, about everything. The emotions weren't distinct, neither were they clear cuts to any particular direction.

Just why was she upset?—no answer echoed back.

Gradually while assembling the disasters she had transformed her entire room into, she would try to organize her tangled thoughts alongwith it.

If only she thought, it would work this time. The light crease in the space between her brows didn't dare to ease down. Roughness in her actions were still prominent and indicated a bad mood.

A few shirts still lying stray, yet to be stacked up back to their shelves, she went for a sling bag. Specifically to mention here, the one that she carried along the party night of SK entertainment.

Just another pretty bag she adored, what's special about it, her mind enquired at the spooky vibes it smoked to her. Slowly the unnatural heaviness of it seemed to focus her attention even more to it. And before she left it off to its usual place among the others of its kind, Seol Ah held it closer to examine the bag once.

Upon recalling to have nothing inside it- except for the mysterious chapsticks or chocolate wrappers that would pop out quite often- she was intrigued to look inside for something graver.

Then and there, she clutched out the most unexpected item her bag could be storing inside for who knew how long.

SEOL AH : A cellphone? (-looks for the model-) Whose is it, and why was I carrying it?

That mystic little thing had her minds so drenched and baffled away that her earlier disorientated emotions seemed to vamoosh into thin air.

Rewinds of a few days? Weeks? Months?—Nothing queued to any connections of a totally unidentifiable cellphone coming into her sling bag out of nowhere.

Like any rational person would do, she tried to press the few buttons on the body of the white phone.

As she might have already expected, it didn't glow up the screen. Looking up at the size of the charger it would require, she aimed towards the nightstand for the cable and plug.

Seol Ah hoped it worked. The charger pin she owned fitted perfectly into the model. Soon as the electricity traveled in, she felt the little vibration against her palm holding the gadget.

"Would you like to save your last audio record?" flashed the mysterious cellphone the moment it was on.

Giving it seconds of thought, she clicked on the 'save' part of the tile. But, before the gadget took her commands, it demanded for the pincode.