CHAPTER TWELVE
1354 Words
warning: mature content
Morning came, as usual, I entered the coffee shop only to be greeted by the one and only handsome Kim Seokjin.
"I heard you got into the jail?" His eyebrows arched, amusement plastered on his face as he eyed me.
"How did you know?" I grumbled, pouting and wearing the apron that was laid on the counter.
"The police station called the work phone." He shrugged, taking off the apron, moving to the side, making way for me. "And I was on my way there but I guess I was too late."
"You went there?" I looked at him, baffled with hands on the cash register.
He nodded. "When I went there, the Detective said you were bailed out by a man named Kim Namjoon."
"Sorry for the bother." I muttered, embarrassed by him taking his time to get me to the police station.
"Next time, be careful." he said with a forced smile. Is something bothering him? "Gladly, your aunt didn't hit you."
I chuckled, knowing it was true. "Last night, when I came home, Aunt, Jonathan and Uncle aren't there yet. They were having the 'family' time. I got in so safe."
He cooed, moving his head up and down before grabbing his bag. "I'm done with my shift. I have to go."
"You're going to stay at home again?"
He nodded, putting the bag over his shoulders before walking away from the counter. "Not entirely."
"Why don't you go on a date or something?" I suggested as he stood in front of the counter.
"Trust me, I got an eye for someone." he winked making me cooed, earning a chuckle and a blush from him. "Anyways, I have to go!"
"Bye, Jin oppa!" I waved at him, watching him as he goes further away from the shop making my smile disappear each second. A sigh escape my lips, waiting for the costumers to arrive.
Ting!
My eyebrows raised, looking around the area as I heard a soft ting before realising that it might be my phone. I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket, clicking on the power button to see that Mr. Chim updated again making my eyes bulge out of their sockets.
With a single tap, my thumb was detected and unlocked the phone before tapping the application. I bit my lips, suppressing my smiles as I clicked Novelistá de Pastor.
Even the title itself still give me chills.
As I tapped the read button, the chapter immediately popped out making me smile and eyes fixed on the letters.
CHAPTER TWO
First time
Looking at her, my heart pounded the same way as the day I met her, and a smile was playing on my lips as I continue admiring her from a far —just like I always do.
Cupping the mug in between my hands, I blew air to put out the heat and replace it with coldness instead —just like what I'm feeling right now.
Somehow, in my body, I needed her warmth.
In my heart, I needed her love.
In my mind, I needed to see her.
Was that too cheesy? Or cliché?
I don't care if I'm too cheesy but her presence itself makes me whole again, completely mending the shattered pieces of melody that was once broken.
Hours has passed by, but when I'm with her, It feels like a minute, second or milisecond. Time really is fast.
And here I am, still sitting on the seat without her even taking a glance at my direction—not even noticing my entire presence.
My love, don't you remember me?
Don't you remember our kiss?
I bit my lips, smiling as the thought of my lips on her lips played my mind. Yes, it was an indirect kiss but it made me have sleepless nights ever since —even worse from what I experience when I first met her.
The feeling still lingers on my lips, and the touches still give tingling sensations all over my body, and I knew I needed to do it again. I was just admiring from a far, yet somehow it almost ended like an obsession.
Seeing her smiles was addicting—enough to give shivers down to my spine until that beautiful smile was replaced with a frown as the costumer started raising his voice making her flinch.
My eyes widened, anger bursting in my body as I clenched my fist, disbelief by the scene unfolding in front of me.
Did he just yell at my beloved?
Tears forming down her soft delicate cheeks, making her body tremble as he continue to scream at her like a frail, weak and fragile lady.
But she wasn't like that.
She is a strong independent woman.
I know you are, mi amor.
As long as she have me.
He left the coffee shop, leaving her with that coffee stain on her uniform that makes me turn on whenever I see her in that. But that wasn't the case anymore.
That bastard dared to touch mi amor.
I stood up, watching as the costumers gathered around her to help her making me frown. I wanted to be the one to help her, but then again, the scene gave me the chance to escape heaven and go to my own pit of hell.
I gripped the handle, opening the glass door before storming my way out of the coffee shop, and eyes never leaving the man who just embarrassed her in front of everyone.
Putting the hood of the jacket over my head, mask on my mouth and gloves on my hands, I cowered my head as my eyes fixed on the next target in front of me, following from behind.
Inserting my hands on my pocket, I slowly grabbed the knife inside and yanked it out, intentionally making a sound that made him stop his tracks.
His halted steps turned into a quick steps as he moved forward—probably noticing me behind him.
Just as his body turned around, I quickly hid myself behind the pillar just a few meters away from him. My lips curving up at the thought of my hands being tainted with blood again.
My eyes scanned around the area making me smirk, thinking about how good the area was for me to kill off the man. I heard a sigh in relief, and looked to see the man turned his back, stuffing his hands on his pocket making me have the chance to marched forward before lounging at him from behind.
He looked at me as I straddled him, panic filled his eyes and struggled his way out but he was weak making me huffed in disbelief.
"You acted so tough in front of everyone." I chuckled bitterly, lifting the knife and removing the cover before eyeing the shiny blade.
Trailing the sharp edge, he let out a shriek in fear. "Yet you are a weakling in front of a little knife."
Slowly by slowly, I started off with his face by pinching his cheeks, bringing the point of the knife only to puncture a little bit.
"Such a weakling!" I hissed, gritting my teeth as he screamed in agonising pain making me quickly covered his mouth, letting go of the knife.
My other hands grabbed the tape inside the pocket of my jacket before finding the rim of the tape with my teeth, and drawing it out as I cut it while my elbows covered his mouth this time.
I placed the tape over his mouth to shut him up, and even taped his limbs as well before grabbing the knife again. Standing up, a heavy sigh left my sinful mouth and panted, lifting the knife before kneeling down as I wasted no time.
Blood oozing out from his body, even spurting to my face and body.
For the first time, I sinned for you.
And I've never felt so satisfied in my whole life 'til now.
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"He killed someone?" I snorted. "Over someone who doesn't even know his existence?"
"Mr. Chim," I scoffed in disbelief. "Just what plot are you planning in your new book?"
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