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« Mia, Mia! It’s late, hurry up! » My friends called out for me as I was making my way faster than I could under the rain. The library was going to close at ten and we were amazingly late. I reached the entrance and I was completely wet. Oh, great, what a nice a day . I sighed looking at Haneul and my mouth almost fell to the ground. « How come you’re completely dried?! You didn’t have an umbrella, did you? » I glanced at her.
« I, uhm, no? I didn’t » her eyes looked away. Got you.
« Ah! You little piece of…! Why didn’t you come to pick me up? I’m soaking wet now! » I threw my hands in the air while she looked at me in pain.
« I’m… sorry? » She smiled a bit and I sighed. I really couldn’t be angry with her, she was just the most adorable human being. I nodded and made my way into the library. It was empty and I liked the feeling more than anything else, having the library only for us. I greeted the old man sitting in the chair and he replied with a big smile. He knew me so well since I went to the library regularly. It was my place.
« So, what do we start off with? » Me and Haneul were university students, and it is known that when you’re in university you have to study a lot. That day we went to take some notes about one work we had for the next week. We were history amateurs, but we also were strange ones. We were fans of occult, all those odd stories, that’s why I wanted to mix those two and become a novelist. Haneul started liking all of them at my arrive. I wasn’t Korean, differently from her, but I was living there from the first day of university, as my dreams were aiming to since I was little. I was European, indeed. And I loved european history as much as those “odd stories”. Then I started sharing them with my first friend and she was mesmerized by my stories. We particularly liked that library because there were a lot of books which talked about those odd stories we loved much.
I got up from my seat and went looking around for some books, since our work was almost done for that night. There was silence all over the place and it wasn’t really lighted up. As I was making my way to the very end of the shelves I started feeling uneasy. The light was always less and the silence wasn’t helping at all. I felt watched closely, but there was no one other than me and Haneul that day. The atmosphere sent shivers down my spine, but one book caught my attention. I don’t know why, but out of all the books in the library I saw clearly that one and it even was high-placed. I took the sliding scale, bringing it near the book and made my way up. I didn’t realise, indeed, how high I was until I heard some noise coming from the near shelve and I almost fell from the stair.
« Who’s there? » I asked loudly but got no response. My hands and knees started shaking, the book fell to the ground with a loud thud. « Haneul, if this is a joke it isn’t funny, you know?! » I screamed louder, and again no response. I felt air running through my air and I turned around. How can someone be at this height, it can’t be, right? I looked down and there was no one, but the book which once was there, disappeared.
« H-Haneul? » Tears started forming in my eyes as I didn’t know what was happening.
« Oh, finally, here you are! » My heart started beating normally again as tears fell from my eyes and I quickly ran down the sliding stair. I ran past her and got to the beginning of the library and I noticed our things being packed up in our bags and the old man not sitting there anymore.
« Oh my God, Mia, why are you suddenly running? » A breathless Haneul reached out for me and I turned to face her. The looked on her face suddenly changed when she saw mine.
« Hey, Mia, are you okay? What happened? Why are you so pale? » She touched my face as I was looking at the end of the library, still in shock for what had happened a moment before.
I didn’t know what to say.
« Were you making fun of me? » I looked at her in disbelief.
« W-what? » I whispered.
« I called your name for a good ten minutes and you weren’t answering! I wanted to tell you that the closing time was coming » she paused, « I even packed our stuff! »
« What… No… I was calling out for you, but you weren’t answering… I thought you were pranking me... » I was even more shocked. Her face now confused as mine.
« Mia, I never moved from here. »
« I think you too should leave, it’s time to close. » We both winced at the sudden voice behind us.
« Yes, we’re leaving. » Haneul took our things and started leaving, but I couldn’t move, there was something wrong. I felt watched again, but not behind my back this time.
« Old man, when did you come back? » I asked him wiping my tears away off.
« I never left, dear. » My eyes opened wide. I didn’t see him, I thought…
The moment my eyes met his I didn’t know why but I felt strange, uneasy and uncomfortable. And for an instant it was like I could see a strange feeling in them, as if they were inspecting me, as if they knew me since ages, but it only lasted for a second because immediately after all my worry was replaced by the reassuring and usual warm smile of the old man I knew.
« Well, then, have a nice night, Mia » he bowed slightly and I did too. I pushed the door open and I noticed that it stopped raining. Haneul was waiting for me but as soon as I reached her she handed me my things and quickly greeted me saying she had an emergency with her mum and left me there alone. I wasn’t feeling too well, still not fully recovered from the accident and also because it was deep night. I started making my way back home as fast as I could, but unluckily my legs weren’t that long. I looked around a little and the streets weren’t crowded anymore and I felt surprised when even the cars passing weren’t a lot, just some every now and then. I fastened my pace even more knowing that I was almost completely alone. I crossed the streets and I could see the block of my house not too distant from me and I was a little relieved. Passed three shops I stopped and turned around as if I forgot something and looked in my bag for my mobile while with the corner of my eyes I looked at the shop next to me. There he was , the same black figure I saw before while passing the other shops and before crossing the road. My heart started racing, my head throbbing. I never more danger before that time. My hands shaking for the second time as I looked for my mobile considering my chances to start running. Do I have time to reach the entrance? What if he’s really fast? Many bad situations came to my mind in which in none of them I ended up alive. So, I decided the best thing to do could’ve just been going home as if nothing happened. My feet going faster and faster as time went by, but home never seemed to be nearer than before. As if I still was kilometers away, I almost started running until I bumped into someone and all my things fell down.
« Shit… » I quickly bent down to pick them up all, but froze at the sight of something that I didn’t notice I had before. The book I found at the library was now in front of the unknown’s feet. I took it still not believing it. How did it get in here?
( My hands and knees started shaking, the book fell to the ground with a loud thud. )
It can’t be. I thought… I don’t remember putting it into my bag… How…?
My sight was starting to blur out, all of those things made me confusional. The faster I get home, the better it is.
« I’m sorry. » I bowed apologizing at the black figure standing in front of me and just now I noticed that it didn’t move. I lifted my head to look at it in the face but the only thing I could see through his black anti-smog mask were his fierce eyes. He was staring intently at me as if he never saw something like me. Did he never see a human before? But his eyes made me feel uncomfortable, uneasy and completely naked. I felt weak and exposed, while they slightly reminded me of the look I saw in the old man’s eyes. How? I bowed again feeling the urge to stay away from that person standing in front of me, but as soon as I passed him bowing again with a light smile of apology, I was in front of my house.
« I thought I was… » I turned around and the black figure wasn’t there anymore. I gasped. All those strange things happening, all of them in this short time… the inner me tried to convince herself that it was just some kind of stress. « I should probably stop reading all those books about occult for a bit… » I sighed taking my keys to enter and lock the door as fast as I could.
That night I couldn’t sleep at all and I kept controlling if the door was locked enough to not let anyone enter. I was paranoiac all the time. I kept hearing sounds, footsteps and a voice whispering my name. I also screamed when I went to the bathroom and saw my reflection on the mirror thinking there was someone else behind me, but it was just my towel. I decided to not sleep that night, even though - to be honest - I felt less safe in my house than at the thought of being outside, that night. I suddenly remember about the book mysteriously appeared in my bag and decided to take a look at what strange things could contain. I positioned myself in the studio and switched on the lamp above my head. The cover was really fancy? I could say, but also strange. It was like burgundy with ornaments in golden, like if it was some ancient fairytale book. And the feeling was the same of holding leather.
« Okay, so… where’s the title of the book? » I said out loudly. Sometimes, especially when I felt paranoiac, I spoke to myself out loudly, as if to feel less alone and if “someone” was just accidentally being in the same place as me could feel my presence… Yes, I know, I’m strange .
Figuring out there was no title on the cover I opened it and after few blank pages I finally was able to read something, but still it was really blurred out. The book must’ve been very old. The content was actually about some prophecies and demons, while it talked about vampires and under categories of demons. The font of the book seemed to be handwritten though, and what I slowly noticed was the language. It wasn’t Korean, but it was indeed translated in English with some Italian words. I started asking myself how could a book like this be in that kind of library and especially in South Korea. How did it come here?
Thud .
I lifted my head at the sudden noise. My heart beating fast, body stiffening and sweat running on my skin. But I controlled the door over ten times already, how can someone be inside? It can’t be . I slowly looked at the hour, it was past one in the morning. My muscles couldn’t move, I was completely paralyzed. I didn’t have the courage to look behind me, not even lift myself up to hide or to look for a weapon to protect myself with. I just didn’t have the courage, I didn’t have the force to do anything, even though I didn’t want to die. The blood through my veins, my heart, my breath stopped when I felt the door behind me being opened with a loud creaking. Footsteps making their way to me and suddenly the book in my hands was the best reason to live. I held it tightly and with all the courage I didn’t have I tried to hurl it in the intruder’s head, but at my first move two hands held me pinned down in the table and the last thing I saw was a black feather falling next to me before my head felt dizzy and I slowly lost my senses.
My head throbbed like hell, but I slowly managed to open my eyes. I didn’t know what had happened to me, but what caught my attention even before that was the question: where am I? My eyes with my mouth fell to the ground at the sight of my surroundings. The house furniture astonishingly amazing, but it was the exact opposite of what modern houses are like. Indeed it more resembled a gothic victorian house. I was placed on a luxurious burgundy and black wooden canopy bed, the sheets felt like soft velvet against my fingers as I slowly traced lines in it. All my surroundings were in the tone of burgundy, black, dark mahogany and a contrasts of slight yellowish with red roses patterns on the wallpaper. I slowly stood up from the bed with some difficulty because it was high elevated from the ground, but at soon as I did I felt the urge to sat myself again. I started feeling unwell, as if hands were all over me. My head was spinning and the only thing I could hear was my hard panting, my sight going blurry. I didn’t know why all of a sudden I needed to lie down on the bed and I couldn’t fully understand what was happening, it felt as if I was on drugs. I felt them all over my body: caressing, pressing and burning as if they praised me and every inch of my being, every inch of my skin like I was a goddess being, but there was something wrong. I was feeling watched. I was being watched. I immediately sat up, out of breath and panting hard. I crawled back in shock. What was I doing? What the heck is wrong with me?
« How dare you disobey? » A low and husky voice sounded in my right ear as I felt a hand around my neck slightly taking my breath away. I started crying, but not because of the hand but the fear overwhelmed me when I saw that no one was standing by my right side. The grip on my neck slightly loosened and I managed to get away quickly running to the door and opening it with a loud bang against the wall. I started running as fast as I could through the corridors which were so intimidating and creepy, with many paintings even creepier. It was all black, all dark and I didn’t even know where my body was leading me to. But as soon as I reached some kind of light my body suddenly felt breathless and I just made those few more steps to be in perfect sight of a balcony which showed a long way of stairs and sculptures and paintings and chandeliers all over the hall. White marble’s coldness crashing against my naked feet, a beautiful red carpet which seemed like feather against my skin and the beautiful wooden banister with golden ornaments of animals and flowers. Sculptures between busts and figures in romantic but dramatic poses going along the left side positioned on black pedestals. A huge gothic chandelier hanging from the roof top just a little over the middle of the room’s height with golden candle holders which held at least one hundred candles. My eyes going back and forth between the shades of the marble, the stunning red carpet, the breathtaking chandelier, the various and infinites sculptures and paintings papering the walls made of an exquisite blackish dark brown wood. I stayed in that trance until the same cold contact from before of my feet crashing the marble came back and I had now a long corridor in front of me. As it was more like the insides of a gothic cathedral indeed and I was mesmerized by it, I decided to enter the first big, again, wooden door of an arch shape. Opening it, will be difficult than everything else, I thought, but not even the time to think it and it slowly opened itself showing a long and big dining room. It wasn’t any different from the style of the rest, but if the hall was warm and mesmerizing, the dining room was the complete opposite. Dark and more gothic than the gothic itself. There was a chandelier which seemed of no use because there were candles highlighting the room instead, but the light was so soft that I couldn’t even see the end of the room. All in the tones of black and bloody red and soft but gloomy and macabre lights. I took few steps in and passed three fingers on the painted wall. When I looked at them I was surprised: not even an inch of dust was on the walls. I touched other things and furnitures, but everything seemed so clean and shiny. As if someone actually cleaned everything inch by inch, everyday. It was so… strange. The chairs not ruined at all and the velvet on them seemed so new and silky
( Can velvet really be silky?)
to the skin.
The long table was perfectly set up. The dishes of a shiny white ceramic and I didn’t dare to touch, afraid they could broke right at that moment; the forks, knives and even the spoons were made of pure and shining gold, of all sizes and shapes. The food placed on the table could have fed an entire family for one week and more, but it was so weird that everything seemed set up as if to expect someone for dinner or else. My eyes followed the entire length of the table to finally acknowledge that the dinner was for two. I closed my eyes a bit tighter because the sight wasn’t a lot clear and it was almost as if there was someone sat down. I stepped closer, but still not enough, until a hand was left hanging down on the armrest. My feet froze on the place, my breath increasing as I completely paralysed.
« Sit down. » I gasped for hair at the low and commanding voice, but I still couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.
I managed to take some air before speaking. « Who are you? Where am I? » I spoke louder. The figure hidden in the darkness, who I thought was a man - supposing from the voice -, sighed and moved a little on his chair.
« I didn’t expect you to be this stubborn after you even disobeyed me, sit down. » He repeated.
I froze at what he said. Was he the one making me do those filthy things in the bedroom? At the thought rage and anger exploded in me.
« How do you know about me? And I don’t want to. » Yes, I am stubborn. Especially with strange people caging me in this sort of horror’s castle and kidnapping me when it’s deep night. But as soon as I said those words, again a strange feeling running all over my body until my feet didn’t feel the cold floor against them anymore and I was lifted up from my hands into the hair above the table. I screamed out loud, but for some strange reason my mouth was blocked and I couldn’t hear my voice any longer. Fear overwhelmed me from head to toes as tears started falling from my eyes whilst I was shaking brutally.
« Now, you don’t need to sit down anymore, little lost and shaking puppy. And yes, it was me, just answering. » How did he…? « Stop asking, give time to the time, babe. » The tone in his voice, slightly amused, made me quiver and if only there’s wasn’t something blocking my mouth at that time my screams and cries could’ve been heard from miles away. And at that point I realised that in some strange and unknown way he could read my mind, he could know what I was thinking.
Am I going to die? What did I do to deserve this? Why me?
« Don’t worry, little puppy, you aren’t going to die, but you won’t escape anymore from me. » What? What is he talking about?
Silence filled the room as I was being moved off of the table and a little bit lower, but my feet couldn’t still reach down for the floor. The chair was gracefully and silently moved while I felt the figure standing up. Just at this distance I could feel his increasing and dominating aura, it was scary and powerful. The sound of his shoes echoed through the walls as he was slowly revealing himself to me, the lights engulfing him inch by inch like if it was a gift and a surprise to be able to see him clearly. My eyes ran slowly along his figure showing, trailing up his long and defined legs, which were beautifully circled by a pair of elegant trousers of a red but purple-ish colour. His walk was manly and not even a note of insecurity could be seen, it was brought with pride. The toned thighs showing and contracting as he stepped closer and closer, until his torso finally showed the purple shirt covered with the matching upper part of the suit. Broad shoulders and muscular chest, his hands full of veins and argent rings playing with each other in front of his stomach, touching and moving the rings. And then my mouth and throat went dry, my eyes fixated to his, a strand of my long dark brown hair falling in front of me. His face was extremely beautiful and together with his body, a mix of perfection exploded from his being. His dark eyes, with furrowed brows scanning right within my soul as if I was an easy and perfectly readable, opened book. I wanted to touch his perfect honey coloured and glowy skin to see if it really was of a velvet feeling as it seemed. His full mouth and rosy pink lips slightly crooked to the side following his expression of light disappointment but heavy domination which completely matched his smooth but strong and firm features. As much as I knew his perfect beauty, something in me believed that it was also cursed by Hell as he seemed to be. I couldn’t let my eyes off of him and I didn’t notice that I had stopped breathing since the first centimeter of him I had seen. He was now in front of me, standing strictly and firmly, instilling fear and submission throughout my whole body and soul. He circled around me one or two times. Until he again stopped in front of me, now just a few inches away from my face.
« You don’t resemble her at all, though » his voice penetrating through me as a poisonous spoon of honey.
« W-who are you talking about? »
« I didn’t tell you to speak. » He shushed me and brought his eyes to the right. « Look at that painting, tell me: what do you see? »
I looked at the painting and I was shocked. There was a young woman sitting on a chair, smiling slightly at us. She was astonishingly beautiful, never been before I had seen such beauty and grace all in one, but that’s what her aura radiated. She was wearing a long green dress which fell gently and softly on her body, showing off her cleavage and her full breasts. The changing between the dark and light shades of green perfectly matched with her skin, hair and eyes. Her long blonde and curly hair falling behind her back and on her right exposed shoulder, her pale skin glowing in the darkness of the painting, red lips curving while the eyes were looking at me straight in the soul. They were of a beautiful hazel colour, but they hid the darkness in them, her expression and something in her eyes sparkled with the darkest of the lights. Something unknown, unspeakable hid between the gaze of those beautiful eyes with long lashes.
« Who is that woman? » I turned my face to him afraid to be scolded again, but his eyes were fixed on the big rectangular shape occupying the wall. His expression wasn’t that strong anymore, instead, sadness and anger but also regret were shown on it. But as fast as I thought those things, he noticed me staring and his expression was back again, just that his lips were smirking.
« You don’t even imagine how much I’ve waited for this, » he grinned - and God only knows how much beautiful his smile was - while bringing his fingers against my cheek and I shivered at the contact, they were so cold. He slowly brought the strand of fallen hair behind my ear while bending down. « She was you in the past. » He whispered against my ear sending shivers down my spine. What?
« Do you want to know how? » I gulped lightly, my heart jumping out of my chest, my curiosity slowly consuming me from inside. He sloppily kissed me under my ear, making me jolt, but I couldn’t move still hanging on the air. « They thought she was the one, but they just didn’t know. Poor, insignificant and stupid ignorants they were. She came, as ignorant as everyone else, but soon showed her true self, because what you see in her appearances, the angelic look, oh, she wasn’t . She wasn’t angelic at all. She was my servant, my toy, my concubine . » He put a hand around my waist glueing me to his strong and hard body. The hands which held mine above my head moved them now behind my back as if I was handcuffed.
« Everyday she’d be serving me, giving her body to me and her blood was like drug for me, they really were idiots to give her to me. » He inhaled deeply against my neck. « And you have the same scent she had… It’s been one thousand and twenty-three years and I’ve finally found you. » He kissed every inch of my exposed skin, from the neck to the jaw and back to the collarbone and on the other side, leaving me a quivering and shrieking mess.
« W-What are you? » I asked keeping my eyes shut hardly.
«You can’t even imagine, baby. Even your deepest and darkest part of your soul wouldn’t even be able to think and guess what I am. » I opened my eyes taken by curiosity just to see two, now completely black, eyes looking down at me in hunger and amusement. « I’ll be your worst nightmare, little girl, but you can call me Jungkook , if you prefer. » His head hid in the crook of my neck and after a sharp pain, I screamed as loud as I could while it all went black, again.
A timid light shot placed on my eyes making me hum in disappointment, my back hurted as hell and my wrists felt numb. I quickly backed myself up with wide-opened eyes. My desk, my lamp, my laptop, the book. Everything was here and nothing seemed scratched nor wrong. It all felt right, it was just too right. I jumped from my seat running to the front door and immediately after the door to my studio. Nothing, not even a little sign of infringement. I frowned and leaned against the door frame losing my balance a bit by my spinning head.
« Why is it all perfect? Have I just gone crazy? Have I imagined it all? » I scream-whispered out of control, panicking that I could’ve gone really crazy, that I was slowly turning into a psychopath. No, it can’t be all a dream... no, I’m not crazy. Suddenly a faded memory popped in my mind and I stomped, almost tripping over my feet, to the desk. I started laughing loudly at the sight and tears falling down my cheeks as pain and relief made their way through my body. Why was I relieved?
(... the last thing I saw was a black feather falling next to me before something hit my head and I slowly lost my senses. )
The feather was there and it was of an amazing shining pitch black, so soft that my skin seemed to melt under the touch and it was extremely layered and long, nothing that seemed natural and of animal origin. It couldn’t have been an animal anyway because of its dimension and because no big bird flies within the city and especially into my house . I laughed hysterically at the thought of my relief, because I truly was. Indeed, it made me feel comfortable the fact that it wasn’t my imagination and since I was a good lover of occult and such, I also heard about a lot of stories where people became crazy and obsessed psychopath - honestly, I didn’t want to become one. I was purely afraid of that and knowing that I just didn’t imagine everything relaxed me a lot, but now the problem was him.
I snapped back from my thoughts rushing to the kitchen to prepare my coffee, while I had a shower quickly and put on some clothes for the day, to avoid wasting time. It was going to be a long day. After preparing my bag with the notebook and my essentials, I came back to the studio to take the book, but it wasn’t there anymore. I looked everywhere in the room, but I was sure that one moment before it was on the desk. Could it be that I unconsciously moved it thence? With fast steps I reached my bedroom only to find it inside my bag and a sigh of relief escaped my mouth. I really should take a coffee . Though it was really strange, I just gave it a mere explanation of being “a little shocked and paranoid” from what happened that night. Putting the coffee on a thermos for the day and slipping on my black army boots I left my flat.
It was the perfect day, chilly and cloudy. I loved winter for this, going out on the day when sometimes glimpses of sun could be seen, but most of the time the cloud would fight them back behind them and paint of a light and bluish grey the sky above my head. The breeze gently touching my exposed legs, only covered by some transparent covering black sheer tights, and caressing my face making my nose and cheeks go red in a matter of time whilst little clouds of breath escaped my mouth and slowly dissipated in the air. I smiled at the feeling and tightened myself in the coat. Yes, I definitely love winter . I started making my way out of the entrance alleyway and greeted the granny who was caring for the flowers and plants as her usual.
« Good morning, Mia. » She smiled at me happily and I did too.
« Good morning, Eun Ah-ssi, how are the plants today? »
« Oh, they’re fine, thanks. Are you heading to the university? »
« Uhm, no, actually today I’m going to the library to do some research. »
« Oh, you’re always so good, Mia. Then good luck and have a nice day, dear. »
« You too, halmeoni. » I bowed slightly before finally closing the gate behind me. The traffic was a lot and streets were kind of crowded too, but it didn’t bother me much. I was actually happy to see people going around to enjoy themselves on weekends, spending time with their families, their lovers, their friends and just being happy and thoughtless. Shops in the right time to open even if it was really early in the morning, but there were a lot of people, so who wouldn’t open a little earlier? I stopped for a moment admiring the park at my right. It was my favourite one and I usually spent hours and hours just sitting under my favourite tree reading, writing or drawing or just enjoying my time when I could. Now, kids were playing in there, in the sand doing castles and laughing with each other. Two girls walking together in a funny way just to trip immediately after and burst out in a high-pitched laughter, exactly as ten years old children do. An old couple keeping each other warmth on the bench and smiling at what probably were their grandnieces and warning them to be careful when sliding down the metallic chute. The beautiful scenery reminded me of not so long ago, where I just arrived here and I made my first friends which actually were Haneul’s friends. I was sitting on the bench with her and it was past nine in the evening and they were playing and joking near the tree I always sat by.
( « Yah! Stop pushing me or you’ll see! » I really couldn’t remember the mint haired guy’s name since it was one of my first times going out with those two of Haneul’s friends, but I surely knew he was pretty interesting and beautiful too. I chuckled a little at the death glare he gave at the other silver haired guy. Suddenly Haneul jumped up and pushed with all her strength the mint haired guy.
« Take this, Yoongi! » She shouted while screaming “banzai” and letting herself fall on him and his face was just as memorable as hers. We all bursted out in a laughter and suddenly someone lifted me up from the bench leaving me speechless.
« So, you laugh, huh? » Yoongi took me from the back whilst the other guy took my feet and lifted me up as I was shouting as loud as I could to put me down even though I was hiding a smile behind my screams of help.
« Jimin, you ready? » He said to the other one and he nodded starting to count.
« Three, two, one… Now! » And I felt water splashing against my stiffened body from the flight it was taking. I gasped as slightly cold water hit my back, luckily enough it was in the middle of the summer so, the water of the lake wasn’t too cold. I couldn’t believe they just had threw me in the water. I wanted to take revenge and I stood up as quickly, but I noticed that they already were throwing themselves in the water to just push me again down in it. That day was really memorable, I laughed until my inside started aching and cried from joy until I was completely dry out of tears. I enjoyed every single moment with them, and just to say, Yoongi and Jimin were extremely beautiful. One the exact opposite of the other, but two living perfections anyway. And their personalities… they were really close to each other, it could be seen from far away. They completed each other, just as good and real friends do. They reminded me of my best friends back in Europe, our friendship was exactly the same. So pure, so real and so strong. Tears started forming in my eyes at the memory, but as soon as they saw my humour change, they immediately asked what was wrong and I started telling them and I was so surprised. They listened to all I had to say, not losing any word and after that gave me a big and warm hug, even if we were completely soaked, I could feel the warmth emanating from their bodies to reach mine. I also cried, because they were silent and understanding. I cried what I didn’t cry before, but also because I was happy, happy to have found them. It also happened one thing on the way back home, which I wasn’t able to decipher. Since Haneul didn’t live near me, but I found out Jimin did, he kept me company, indeed he didn’t want to leave me alone on the way back home. When we passed the library though, he stopped and looked a bit shocked for some strange reason.
« Hey, what’s wrong? » I turned myself back to him and suddenly I couldn’t recognize his gaze. It was blurred by something and his expression didn’t show the Jimin of before.
« It’s you… We found you… » his voice was almost inaudible, but low and kind of mechanic as if some reverb was echoing through my ears when he spoke, « He’s calling you… Answer, answer… Answer the call, the book, he’s calling… He won’t wait any longer, he doesn’t like to wait… » Honestly, I was really freaked out by his words and the things around me started spinning slightly. Out of the blue I shook him abruptly to let him snap out from that trance which was giving me goosebumps.
« Jimin, Jimin! Look at me, Jimin! Wake up, you’re scaring me! » And he lifted his head up to me completely paralyzed. His puppy eyes looking at me confused as much as I was, I breathed heavily but I didn’t want to talk about it, so I just said: « Let’s go home, okay? » and he nodded.
A woman screaming caught my attention snapping me out of my memories. Now that i thought about it, after that night I never paid much attention to what happened, but now… Now, it was different. With all the things that happened, my mind started thinking more about that episode and linking sìthings to his words. And for how crazy it sounded, a lot of the things that happened that night linked to his words. The book, the call, the waiting time. It all somehow linked to the handsome man’s words of the night, but how? How was it linked to it? How could he knew something like that?
Even before stating out the thought in my head, my body started moving at a fast speed making their way to my friend’s house.
It’s time to have a nice talk, Jimin.