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Two days since I sent that message, no reply, maybe Rae was right. It was probably fake. I'm not really worried about it, but I still can't help but think someone will reply. I don't know. They probably won't.
Anyway, my assignment is due tommorow and I'm sat on my bed, completing the story based on these criminals. It's quite intriguing, I'm kind of happy my teacher made me do this. He kind of helped me to open my eyes about the world.
"Okay, almost finished," I pumped my fist into air as I started to write the last paragraph.
Suddenly, my phone beeped and it made me jump. I sat up and stared at my phone for exactly 37 seconds. Pondering about what or who it could be, something important or not, something I should be pondering about or checking extremly fast. I decided to check my phone so I picked it up and checked it quickly.
"They... replied," I whispered in a questioning tone.
[CRIMINALSS!!]: Why aren't you clever? Just wondering, but are you a criminal??
I giggled a little at the name I gave this number, but then I read the message once more and was a lot more scarier that happy. The tone 'he' wrote in, it's very sarcastic and frightening. I decided to reply, it was most likely a bad decision but how could I know what they would do if I didn't reply??
[Me]: No, I'm not. Sorry to disappoint you.
I smirked at my mature actions, but then frowned at the fact I'm texting mass criminals. My phone chimed once more and I quickly picked it up, why am I excited to see who texted me? It's not like I want 'them' to text me, I thought to myself.
[Rae]: Let's go out. Meet me at the ice-cream place, we need to talk. God don't I sound like a dude who wants to break up? XD
I giggled at Rae's statement.
[Me]: Yes you do, XD. Anyway, I'll be there in five. :)
I replied, Rae also texted me back saying okay and shit like that. I quickly got dressed into //media//.
***
Me and Rae were strolling around in the park casually.
"So what did you want to tell me?" I asked, licking my ice-cream.
"Well, you know the criminals," she asked not really wanting an answer.
"Of course," I replied to her.
"Well, I bumped into one of them, I spoke to him a little, he lied saying he wasn't one of then he said, someone texted his friend and he knew that I knew that it was you." she stated.
"That's creepy," I murmured, staring at my ice-cream from the sudden loss of appetite.
"You know they all have their own jobs?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, this one was the rapist one," she said, grabbing my shoulders and giving me a sympathetic glare.
"P-Park... Jimin...?" I stuttered.
"Yes!" yelled a mans voice from afar.
Rae and I both snapped our heads to where the voice was coming from, it was a little dark so we couldn't quite see but, I saw for sure that the man was getting closer. My heart beat quickened as I saw someone stood next to him, a little further back though. The street lamps also helped to see them. One of them was pretty tall, blonde hair and expensive white and black clothes; the other, brown hair with a white shirt, black trousers expensive looking jewellery. You could tell they must've robbed a few banks, wearing such fancy and extravagant clothing.
Their hair, it all looked do professionally done. Their jewellery, so expensive and individual looking. Their clothes, themed as black and white, but not like they were married. Their rythmic walking, practised and energised. Their faces, smug and belligerent. What they wanted was unknown, but it was simple to tell they were close to it. It was frightening, having such people walk towards you when your only in college yourself. Even though I have Rae, a total badass, stood next to me, I can't help but feel threatened and helpless. Rae is shaking pretty furiously, I can almost feel her slapping me by her uncontrollable shaking.
"I heard my name," he smirked. So, it's Park Jimin, a successful and charming rapist, along with a friend, I thought to myself.
"I brought along a friend, you seem to have both educated yourselves, could you tell me who I brought with me?" he asked sarcastically. We both stood infront of him in awe. Awe of the fact he hasn't been captured by the police, a guy who has fucked so many girls and women is tops infront of us like its nothing. It's like he's meant to be having sex right now, it's just weird.
"K-Kim..." I stuttered, "Namjoon..."
"Well done," he clapped twice, looking at me with a cute, no, dangerous smile.
Namjoon stepped closer to me, his eyes examining me from head to toe. It looked as though he was thinking, thinking something logically. I was stood frozen, rooted to the ground. Not making one movement. Suddenly, Namjoon whispered something to Jimin, then Jimin nodded his head. He looked back at us and smirked.
"Coffee ladies?" Jimin asked, putting his hand out to us and smiling.
I was hesitant to take his hand, I didn't want to, I wanted to run away and hide at home. Never ever walk out again unless I'm going to college. But, if I didn't he could've done something terrible. The rest of his gang could come out and shoot me, then Rae and we'd both be laying on the floor until an ambulance came and no one knew how we died. I did not want to die an unknown death.
"Mhm," I hummed awkwardly, gulping all the saliva in my mouth. Rae stared at me a look of death before having her waist clutched onto by the same Jimin who was holding my hand. He directed us to a coffee shop that was nearby.
***
"May I ask what you two ladies' are doing out so late?" Jimin asked suspiciously, I turned to face Namjoon who was just sipping on coffee, writing some stuff down on a napkin.
"It's 6 o'clock," sassed Rae, I nudged her to remind her that we're talking to criminals.
"Your quite right," Jimin giggled very evilly, "but don't you have homework to do?"
I gulped at the fact he knew so much about us in such little time, I clenched my fists into tight balls to trap the sweat inside.
"Do you not like coffee?" he asked once more, Namjoon looked out the window.
What are you doing Namjoon? I asked myself, even though Jimin was the one talking to me, Namjoon is the one who has my attention. He turned back to writing stuff down on another napkin. I shook my head.
"I do," I whispered.
"Then drink up," he said, sipping on his coffee he ordered.
