That was the longest winter in the history.
It seems that Kim Namjoon was sent to me in answer of my prays, like a saviour. In fact he was the owner of the arrangement company, or at least his image was hanging on the wall of the main entrance to the building. Classy.
The appartment I could afford consisted in only one big room that worked as a bedroom and living room at once, connected to a small kitchen and a tiny bathroom. This last one was the only room with a door. The most beautiful part was the huge window that exhibited the river and the shiny sun, althought this mean the place wasn't isolated of the outer, therefore, extremely cold.
The same day I got installed I bought a matress and a bottle of wine.
I got a job too, not one to die for, but at least I could afford my expensive taste on alcoholic drinks and feed my fervorous need to assault every book shop I discovered. A cinema, I was working on an arcaic cinema, to be precise. My boss prefered to call it theater and I wasn't who to confront his fantasies about that place. I'm sure it was haunted. It wasn't more than an old dirty cinema which billboard was mostly based on the all time classics, part of them consisting on black and white movies in their origial version. Only with this information you can perfectly imagine the average age of the people who used to come. I started working as a cleaner which didn't make me particulary happy at the beginning, but I learned to see the positive side and taking advantadge of it. When the place was very empty and no one could notice my absence, I liked to stay on the background, sitting on the last row, an enjoyed this masterpieces forgotten by the new generations. I knew every line of every dialogue, I imagined myself surpassing the screen and pulling all this roles by myself, being the beautiful classy lady or the hero of the story. It was my new way to travel and I felt good, almost as much as when I spent a whole year working on a library.
By then I hadn't learned to miss you yet, actually we hadn't met, at least in a formal way. It would have to pass an endless terrible winter before it to happen. I hope you never did, I hope you never missed me like I did time ago, like I still do. So, slowly I started building up a private special space for me, on a still unknown city, under my innocent ignorance about what was waiting for me.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ma brother 숨겨도 감춰도 지워지지 않어, are you calling me a sinner
My favourite song was playing when the devil itself knocked on my door.
-Who's there? -I asked while opening the door
-Good night, it's Park Eun-Ji, your neighbour -She was standing outside with an innocent curve on her lips. Long black hair, big dark eyes and charming smile, if Lucifer had a face I'm sure it would be her's. I wasn't still awared nor ready to face this sweet nightmare.
-I hope we could have met in other circumstances, but I have to make you notice your music is too loud, could you turn down the volume? -she said with a picky tone on her voice
-Err...sure, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again on the future
-Of course it won't, because next time I will call the police and you better have your things ready to leave because I'll make sure they kick you out of the building -the smile didn't left her mouth any moment. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing
-F-fine -I said while holding her defiant look and smiling. This is called the art of smile and nod while all you want to do is punch her in the face, it takes many selfcontrol and a lot of energy.
"Ha! Eun-Ji, is it a joke? Irony loves to play"
(A/N: Eun, from Korean, means kindness, mercy, charity)
After that awkward scene many more followed it, she became my nightmare, I was almost kicked off my appartment many times, even for things I hadn't even done.
By the end of the winter I was into tought times again, trouble had managed to found me anew. The cold won the fight against me and I fell ill. When I recovered a bit my health and returned to my job, there was an other surprise waiting for me. From now on I would be in charge of selling the tickets, no more fantasizing with meeting new characters and explore new places.The afternoons on the cinema were my only way of relief considering that when I arrived home I had to deal with Park Fuckin Eun-Ji, and now everything was vanishing in front of my perplexity.
"Take a deep breath and go for it, the best of being on the bottom of the well is that you can't fall deeper, right?"
-Good afternoon, one ticket for Casablanca please
That guy again, he had been coming every wednesday for the past weeks, probably even more keeping in mind that I wasn't attending this job before. His beauty was comparable to the ancient greek sculptures, the physonomy of perfection shaped on a human being, like if someone had sculpted him with his own hands. He was all dressed on expensive stuff, I wasn't into fashion but I could recognize Gucci brand printed on somewhere.
"What is someone like him doing on this rotten corner of the world?"
It seemed that my work mates were all aware about him, probably because he was the youngest spectator since the past decades, their whispers were so loud I bet he could listen to them all from kilometers. I don't know how angels look like but I think he must be the one with the most expensive taste.
It was that day, on my little break, when I had the chance to meet to what people call destiny, but it had an other name to me, he made himself be called Kim Taehyung.
A/N: I know this chapter is shorter but I didn't want to delay its publication anymore. This one is gonna set a barrier between what I've published and what I'll do from now on. Also, I'll try my best to not fall into a hiatus as there are many exams and stuff about to come, but don't worry, I'm already working on the 4th chapter which will be longer. Anticipate please. I wish with all my heart you are enjoying it.
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Maybe (아마도) || jjk. + k.th + reader
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