BTS One Shots {Closed}

Sentiments Pt.1 | Jin

   It was winter and I had been looking for someone to pay the bills with me. I didn't really care who it was. Just as long as they aren't a murderer or someone who went to the underground doing God-knows-what.

   Luckily I've meet someone who seemed pretty harmless. Although at first, I thought it would be difficult, but it doesn't mean it was impossible. What I meant was, was that I thought we had our differences. After all, she did seem like the blunt type of girl.

   "Hi, I'm Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin," I said, holding out my hand so she can shake it.

   We've already know what we both looked liked, as we planned to meet at the café nearby my apartment. When I saw here, she had her small luggage with her and a backpack (but it looks more like a small rug sack).

   She had long pure, black hair and had semi-round glasses that fit her. She also had a long scarf around her neck and a knitted beanie hat.

   She seemed to hesitate a little as she shook my hand with hers before quickly gripping onto the straps of her moderned rag sack.

   "Moreau Roux," she said, letting her lips make a thin line before continuing to speak in a mumble. "I don't have a nickname like you do." I smiled softly and felt it disappear, looking at her questionably.

   "May I ask where you're from?" I asked.

   Her name was far more Europeanised then Korean, but her features shows that she from here. And it's not just that, it was the way how she spoke too; her slight accent that seemed all too familiar to me.

   "O-oh, France. My mom is from Korea while my dad is from the countryside of France," she talked very quickly which made me want to chuckle, but I held it in, I didn't want to embarrass her.

   "Well, let's hurry and unpack your stuff then. School is about to start again and I want to show you around the campus later," I said.

   She nodded and began to follow me to my car that was parked just outside. I opened the trunk and helped her put her luggage in. Thanking me, we both entered the car; me being in the driver seat and her being next to me.

   As I drove around the city to the apartment complex, I noticed how she looked out the window in awe. I wasn't sure if she had seen a Seoul yet, I mean, her mom was Korean right? Her mom could have taken her to Korea at least once? Or maybe they could only afford for her to go alone at this time? I shook me head; no—I shouldn't judge her right now, it's none of my business.

   "It's very pretty here."

   24 NOVEMBER 2015

   I'm on my own now. I wish dad would come with me, but he needs stay at home and go to work. I miss him so much. All I have to do is finish school and find mom, maybe then I can finally feel free. Free from this anonymous feeling.

   Why am I writing this diary? Well, this is my first time travelling out of the country that I have lived in since my birth (not even Belgium, and we live so close to them!), but there's this uncertain feeling hidden inside me that I just can't describe. I wish to get rid of it immediately, but how?

   What ever it is, I know it will go away soon. Maybe just an anxious feeling about living with someone I don't know. I don't know this stranger well enough. When he showed me around his apartment, I could barely understand what's he even saying. Because my mom had left, I barely learned Korean! Maybe I should ask Jin where the library is, I have some French based books and maybe they have translated it to Korean here. Hopefully.

   The apartment wasn't too bad, it was very comforting. My room was just across from his as there was a long hallway that lead to the living room. I must say that he cleaned up very nicely.