Ki spent the entire bus ride home hiding her head behind her bag. She didn't know who she was hiding from. She just couldn't believe her circumstances. How had she fallen asleep? And why on earth had she grabbed his hand? She wants to dissolve and seize existing. She felt equally humiliated and electrified. Her only saving grace was that he had mentioned Friday. She would see him again. See him? She'd never seen him. This entire situation was abnormal. She's spent hours and hours with him and had never seen his face. This couldn't be a good sign. This seemed like the opening to a tragedy. Despite every warning bell going off in her head, Ki knew she'd show up on Friday. Come hell or highwater. She was going to see this through to the end. Some adventures were worth the pain.
When Ki made it home she went straight for the shower. Sleeping in the heat of the day had left her feeling sticky and gross. She had mostly told the truth when she said she had plans in the evening. The part that was a little bit of a lie was the friends part. They were more like coworkers. Ok, they weren't just like coworkers, they were 100% her coworkers. And truth be told, they were the closest thing to friends that she had. Ok, only one of them was actually close to a friend, the others didn't even know her name. It wasn't that she wasn't likeable. She could have friends if she wanted them. But how many friends do you need when you have your mama and a good book? Her colleague, Crystal, had insisted she join them for hot pot and karaoke. She picked out her most K-pop inspired outfit to fit the occasion. If you are going to sing K-pop, you might as well look K-pop. For most girls, that would mean a short skirt and a boyfriend t-shirt with a pair of sneakers. But Ki thought it was the boys having all the fun. She reached for her military jacket, London Boy vintage belt, and her glitter eye shadow pallet.
Joon smiled as he walked away from the park, imagining Ki falling asleep next to her mother and clutching her hand like a small child every night. He knew it was in his head, but he still felt the heat from her hand in his palm. It felt like fire.
He liked reading in the park because he liked to be alone, but not confined. And yet, he wasn't alone. There was Ki. She was probably insane. He laughed as he imagined her overly dramatic facial expressions and rambling sentences. He was amazed she persisted. She didn't know anything about him. She had never asked him to remove his mask. She still kept showing up. The thought of her not showing up pained him. What would he do? Never see her again? He didn't know her last name. He didn't have her number.
He took a deep breath. He shouldn't know her last name. He shouldn't know her number.
He knew better.
It was like walking into a burning building, knowing it's going to fall down.
And yet, even as he had the thought, he knew he was showing up on Friday.
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Invisible (Namjoonff)
FanficKi was content with her job and her books. It wasn't until she met a masked stranger in the park that she realized there was something missing from her life. But could she find true love with a man that couldn't even tell her who he really was? *cle...
