My eyes were on the person on the other side of the walkway. They were only in thin pants and a flannel, the cold wind seeming to not bother them. They had an apron wrapped around them, confusing me.
Their head was lowered, none of their face visible. All I could see was their hair, the light brown color being the most noticeable thing. I looked down, my expression turning hard.
It was slightly dark, so I couldn't see everything. If my eyes weren't deceiving me, there were rips through their pants and apron, their feet uncovered. They were covered in blood, cuts, and gashes in random places.
I looked up, not liking the sight of blood. I felt like I was caught red handed, my mouth slightly open. The person was looking at me now, bruises, blood, and cuts on their face now visible. Their eyes were dead, a deep black color.
Their lips were blue, thin and delicate.
"Jungkook..." I whispered, tears coming to my eyes. I was wrong, so wrong.
The most noticeable thing on him, was the big soulmate mark on his cheek. It couldn't have been anything else. Events from years ago started to make sense.
Tears were running down his face, his expression blank.
"Jungkook." I said louder, knowing I looked crazy. My hair was in different directions, eye bags under my eyes, my face exhausted.
My clothes were also wrinkled, stress hitting me like a fucking truck. "Jungkook!" I yelled, my hands starting to raise in an attempt to reach out for him.
My eyes became blurry from tears. I raised my hands, wiping them away. Looking at the same spot again, Jungkook, was gone.
By now the figure on the sign was green, and I made my way across the street. I might've looked crazy to the people in the cars, but I don't car. My head was low, my thoughts out of control.
Was that really Jungkook? He looked completely different, hurt.....
I looked up. I was situated right into front of my house, Jimin sitting on the porch.
He ran to me, relieved tears in his eyes.
"God, you're alright!" I look at him confused. "What do you mean? I said that I would go home by myself. Shouldn't you be at Yoongi's house?"
Jimins tears fell. "Taehyung, it's around 2:00 am. You didn't answer my calls, and you weren't at your work place! I knew I should've refused, I told you that-"
"Jimin, it took a little longer than usual, but I'm fine. I'm thirty, I should be able to take care of myself. Whether I'm in a wheelchair or not."
Jimin stood up, wiping his tears.
"Right! Yup, shouldn't do that. Sorry, let's go inside. It's chilly."
Jimin pushes me towards the house, and my mind was elsewhere, unaware of the eyes that were watching me.
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Lynn~~
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(Completed) Mr. Kim
Fanfiction(Editing)(2021) Old title: Face When in a world where to define your destined soulmate, you both have to have the same mark in different places on your body. But, what happens when Jeon Jungkook has his mark on his face? And what happens, when thing...
