Novelistá (Park Jimin Fanfiction)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

My eyes widened, jaw hanging low as I stared at the bold letters printed on the paper, hands triggered and trembling in fear, and my lungs sucking out some air. I kept on reading the words repeatedly, feeling my eyes moisten, and my heart even goes more faster. Why do I keep feeling odd behaviours and incidents surrounding me? The air conditioner and now this?

I must be thinking too much, am I? It must be coincidence.

Calm down. Maybe the air conditioner wasn't functioning well, or maybe the printer is just broken. But how in the he would it print itself? Would the laptop write on its own?!

This is ridiculous!

"Noona?" My breath hitched, abruptly crumpled the paper, and turning around with my hand flailing behind to hide the paper before staring at Jungkook who entered the room.

The younger looked at me with confusion on his face, opening the door widely. He chuckled, eyeing me suspiciously. "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost, Noona?"

"What are you doing here?" I almost choked out my words but managed to say it as my heart continue to pound quickly.

"You were taking so long to print out a one page paper that I started to wonder." Jungkook raised his eyebrows, observing me suspiciously making me hurriedly insert the crumpled paper inside my pocket.

"What took you so long, noona?" The taller boy walked towards me, hovering me with his height. His eyes stared into mine as if he was looking through my soul making me gulp down my saliva.

My eyes wavered away from his gaze, looking at his throat because I don't have any idea where else to look. Damn those Adam's apple, Jeon Jungkook.

A yelp escaped my throat when I felt his palm sneaked on my waist making me squeal, and moved away but his left hand was quick to tightly wrap it around my waist, unable for me to get out from his grasp. My eyes widened in surprise as his hands gripped firmly, immediately slipping his right hand in my pocket, and grabbing the paper.

Feeling his large hand groping my butt a little bit with the other on my waist makes me flustered, and warmness spreads my cheeks. He swiftly pulled away from me as if what he did wasn't a sin to me nor act like he didn't just make a girl completely embarrassed with his action. I watched as he opened the paper carefully, not wanting to tear it.

"What is this?" He eyed the paper before looking at me, raising it. "Did it come from the printer?"

Clearing my throat, I hesitantly nodded making Jungkook groan, rolling his eyes before crumpling the paper back, and throwing it in the trashcan.

"Someone must be making fun again." He retorted, facing me.

"What?"

"The printer is WiFi based so anyone that was connected with our coffee shop's internet, they can sneakily print using our printer." He explained, passing by me. "It's really hard to explain."

"Really?" He nodded with his bunny toothed smile.

"Sorry for not telling you, Noona."

"It's fine. I should've been the one to tell you that since I worked the longest here." I giggled, honestly oblivious about how the printer. "But how are you so calm about it?"

"Taehyung hyung received something like this too yesterday, so he informed me about how the printer works." He shrugged his shoulders before watching him turned off the printer.

"He did? He received one?"

Jungkook sighed, moving his head up and down. "I panicked when I saw the letters that said 'You're next' on the paper. But he told me to relax."

"You're next?" I squeaked, feeling shivers shooting up to my spine and hair rising on my skin.

"Don't worry, Noona." Jungkook smiled reassuringly. "It must be that high school boys' doing. That's why starting from now on, we should turn off the printer. Heaven knows what those boys will print next."

A loud sigh of relief escaped my mouth slumping my body forward, feeling my body washed in relief.

"Taehyung called by the way." Jungkook informed as he walked out of the room with me following behind.

"About what?"

"He said that we're going to Seokjin hyung's tomb." I stopped walking, feeling my heart hammered through my chest again.

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"Can I be with him alone?" I muttered under my breath, eyeing the thombstone in front of me while kneeling.

Taehyung, Jungkook and I payed respect to Seokjin's tombstone with a blanket spread in front, and fruits displayed on the small table we provided with incense lit for him.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking at Taehyung who nodded to gave me some space before leaving me alone. Staring at the tombstone, my heart felt a stung of pain in my chest again.

KIM SEOKJIN

1992-2018

Rest in Peace

Looking around the area—the location, the tombstone, those words are exactly the same as the one in my dreams. My hands travelled to Seokjin's tomb, caressing the cement, and hoping he would be able to feel me as well.

"Are you trying to tell me something through my dreams?" I asked, feeling my throat tightened, and shortening of my breath. A single drop of grief wailed up at the corner of my eyes, and continue streaming the hot tears down to my cheeks.

"Jin hyung was a nice person." A voice came from behind making me starled, and looked over to see Jimin standing there with flowers in his hands.

He was wearing a black turtle neck paired with denim jacket, wearing a pair of black shades, and a cross earrings. He looked different. Nothing like a pastor.

"What?" Jimin's lips curved into a smirk, feeling his eyes lowered down to meet with mine through those black shades. "Are you going to gawk at me the whole day?"

My eyes widened, choking on my saliva followed by a cough as I realized what he meant, and quickly looked away. I could even feel my cheeks warming up, blushing furiously.

"Jimin?" I cleared my throat, standing up before having the courage to look at him again.

He smiled, dropping on his knees as he knelled beside me and looking at Seokjin's tomb. I looked at him, still bewildered by his sudden presence before kneeling on the blanket beside him as well.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, glancing at my side, and I could even see his eyes from the side feature of his face.

Gosh even his jawline is so sharp it could cut a cake and his nose—okay stop it, Jihyo.

"I know Seokjin hyung." He replied, putting down the flowers on the tomb.

"You do?" I gasped, still watching as he fixed the flowers properly before he straightened his posture. "Since when?"

"For a quite while." He let out a small snort though I could still hear it making me gulped.

"He and I might not have known each other for so long," he added, quickly pulling out an extra incense from the side of the table.

"But we became close one time" And I swear I saw the smirk on his face.