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inlimmerence · 7 years ago

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Origin of Tragedy

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Summary: Kim Namjoon, a barista at the coffeehouse located at the corner of the block is used to seeing it so crowded and loud. On quiet days, though, he sees her. She’s always sitting in her regular spot with her coffee quietly writing. However, it all changes after September 22nd.

Warnings: Mild cursing.

A/N: I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes. I also think Namjoon wouldn’t be this shy like this fanfic but whatever. BTW, I used a couple lines from ‘LOVE YOURSELF Highlight Reel’.

Sunday, September 10th

As Namjoon poured the customer’s coffee, he was keeping an eye on the glass door with the CLOSED sign facing him. He never knew why he kept watching it, it was just a habit of his. If anything, he hoped it would reveal someone, someone he always sees when it was less crowded.

Perhaps you could say he’s waiting for her.

He gave the customer their coffee, nodding as they thanked him and moved on to the next one. It wasn’t rare for him to trip and spill coffee on the wooden floor nor was it common. He tried to remain careful but sometimes failed miserably. So far, it has been 2 weeks without an accident.

“Back from break?” He asked his coworker, Seokjin who was doing cashier duty. He just nodded at him and gave the customer change, smiling at them softly as they walked away to pick up their order.

“Doesn’t yours start soon?” Seokjin was right. His break starts in 10 minutes to be exact. Suddenly, multiple cups fell to the ground behind him, making him sigh and kneel to pick them up.

“Why does this happen to me?” He muttered under his breath, getting up and putting them back where they should be. He looked around for a brief minute and noticed Hoseok fixing the chalkboard menu re-writing prices and such.

He decided to go back to work, making multiple customers orders as fast as possible and giving it to them. It was an absolute miracle none of the orders were destroyed by him.

“Hey, Namjoon.”

He turned and saw the person he has secretly been expecting. The person who has always been the highlight of his day, someone he would think about more often than he should. He didn’t want to admit it but he sometimes hoped he would run into her on his days off.

You.

You smiled softly at him and leaned over the counter slightly to examine what he was doing. He instantly smiled at her, showing off his dimples which she would tease him about constantly.

“Hey Y/N. Did you order yet?” She nodded and he instantly went to make her regular, a macchiato. She waited patiently, looking at him with an amused smile and giggled when he dropped something.

“Here you go.” He handed her the drink and she thanked him. In less than five minutes, his break will start. He hoped he could fast forward time, he desperately wanted to talk to her. You sat in your usual spot which was at the corner of the coffeehouse.

It was under the photo of the coffee house when it first opened decades ago. You always leaned against the brick wall and either wrote on your notebook or read another one of your books. It was a new book every week, he always wanted to ask your opinion on the book so he could read it too.

That would’ve been a good conversation starter.

“Namjoon, your break starts now so quit standing there.” He heard Seokjin’s voice so he obliged. This time, however, he didn’t go to the break room like usual. He approached you with his lunch in hand. You instantly looked up at him in confusion.

“Mind if I join you? I’m on break now.” He managed to get those words out, it took all his courage. You smiled at him in amusement and let him sit in front of you.

“What are you writing?” He asked curiously, looking at the dozens of written papers in messy handwriting. He wondered if it would be considered rude to grab one to read it.

“I’m working on a story. A mystery novel to be exact.” She answered, he nodded and became even more curious about your story and what the plot was.

“I hope I get to read it soon then.” She nodded and kept writing, ignoring his gaze. He stopped after a while, not wanting to creep her out. She occasionally stopped writing to take a sip of her macchiato.

“What happened to the book you were reading yesterday?” She shrugged, looking at him in the eye and he swore he was turning red which was a bit embarrassing in his opinion. If only she could hear his thoughts.

“I’m half way through. Why? Want to read it after I’m done? It’s a good book, trust me.” Of course, he’ll read it. He’ll read anything she reads if we’re going, to be honest.

“Ok. Make sure to give it to me after you’re done.” She nodded and continued writing. She doesn’t even realize what she does to him.

If only she knew.

Tuesday, September 12th

“I’m surprised you’re still working here even after all those accidents. Do you even realize how damn lucky you are?” Seokjin said for the 5th time, making Namjoon sigh and run his hand through his hair. Today was those rare days where it was quiet.

Hoseok sat on the counter, watching the only customers that decided to stay to drink their coffee. Namjoon set the coffee brewer on the counter and joined him on the counter, watching the glass door as usual and waiting for a certain someone to enter.

“Didn’t you say you were going to put up fairy lights?” He asked Hoseok who looked at him for a brief moment before hopping off from the counter, stretching his arms.

“I did say that...I guess I’ll start working on that.” He mumbled, going to get the boxes that were full of fairy lights. Apparently, fairy lights are meant to attract the customers and make a warm atmosphere. Namjoon didn’t believe it but he didn’t oppose it. It was nice to decorate the coffee house once in a while.

“Did Yoongi even allow you to decorate?” Seokjin questioned as Hoseok dragged a step ladder to the first place.

“No, but he probably will say yes either way so it doesn’t matter.” Namjoon let out a sigh. They should’ve closed before decorating but it was too late.

“Any progress on ‘operation ask Y/N out’?” Namjoon shook his head at Seokjin’s question, making him frown. Seokjin gave him advice on how to ask you out but he forgot the main problem: he was too shy to do it,

“Just get it over with and ask her out.”

“You make it sound like it’s the easiest thing in the world.” He muttered.

“Because it is the easiest thing in the world, Namjoon. Trust me, she’s probably waiting for you to get it over with.” He insisted.

“How do you know?”

“You make it very obvious.” He frowned at that. Was he that obvious? He never stared at you for more than 5 minutes. How would you figure it out?

“Oh! Are you talking about Y/N?” Hoseok joined in on the conversation, finishing two rows. He didn’t wait for either one of you to answer.

“I ran into her today on my way here! She was in the rain without an umbrella. I gave her my own and told her to not worry about giving it back. She looked like she wasn’t paying attention or something.” He knew it wasn’t right but something in him began to boil. How come Hoseok gets to run into you on his way here?

It wasn’t fair in his opinion.

“Huh. Wonder why she didn’t bring an umbrella. It always rains here.” Seokjin commented, watching the customers leave. It rang the familiar bell and as soon as the bell stopped, there were no customers in the coffeehouse. The three of them were the only ones.

“Heard she’s moving back to her hometown. I was about to ask her about it but she told me she’s in a hurry so I never got the chance.” Namjoon froze, feeling like someone stabbed an icicle into his chest. Why would you leave? Was there a good reason?

“See? You should ask her out before she leaves. You’ll regret it if you never do.” Seokjin insisted once again. He was right. He had to do it before you leave. He wouldn’t be able to live with the regret and pain if he never does.

It’s final.

He’s going to ask you out the next time he sees you.

Thursday, September 14th

“Now’s your chance,” Seokjin mumbled, nudging Namjoon slightly. He looked up and found you entering the coffee house with a book in hand. It was the one Namjoon told you to give once you were done with it. Did she remember? He hoped you did.

“Good luck.” Seokjin took a customers order, leaving him on his own. This was his chance. His mission is to ask you out. His heart was racing with anticipation, wanting to get it over with.

“Hey, Namjoon. I already ordered if that’s what you were about to ask.” He smiled at you and began working on your drink, pouring the milk into the cup and noticed you were watching him with a soft smile on your face. If he wasn’t as determined as he was now, he would’ve dropped the cup and burned himself.

Just not this time.

He gave you the drink and the usual routine happened. This time, however, you handed him the book he wanted to read.

“It’s an amazing book, trust me. I’m sure you’ll love it.” He nodded and smiled at you, saying thanks which you responded with a nod and went to your usual spot in the coffeehouse.

He looked at Seokjin for a moment who in return looked at him too and mouthed words which were most likely ‘Don’t be a coward, Kim Namjoon.’ He was right. He has to man up and ask you out. Why does it feel too difficult? Out of all the girls, he asked out (which were only 3 but that doesn’t matter), you were the most difficult one.

If only Yoongi was here.

He probably would’ve given him good advice.

“Mind if I join you again?” You nodded without looking at him.

He didn’t know what to say. What was he going to say? Surprisingly, you weren’t writing or reading. He has your full attention. He can’t let it go to waste. After all, if he failed, Seokjin and Hoseok would’ve yelled at him and probably smack him too.

“Heard you’re moving...is it true?” You nodded and sipped your drink for a minute, setting it down on the wooden table.

“Mind if I ask why?” He was desperate to know why. Was it for work?

“I don’t know...I just miss my hometown, that’s all.” You replied nonchalantly, looking at him in the eye.

“I guess it’s too late to ask you out then.” You furrowed your brows at him in confusion.

“Ask me out? Were you trying to ask me out this whole time?” You asked before laughing softly.

“Maybe. I just get too nervous but I finally got the guts after hearing you’re moving.” You frowned at that, turning mute for a brief moment. Were you even interested in him? Were you going to reject him?

“Tell you what, we’ll go on a date on one condition.” He raised his eyebrow at that, eager over the fact that he’ll finally go on a date with you.

“Take me somewhere based on your interests, alright?” He immediately nodded. She handed him her number written on a napkin. He did it. He finally got a date with you. It was like a dream.

As he got up to go back to work, he saw something written on another napkin in your usual messy handwriting. Was it for your story? It looked like it was meant to be a title.

Origin of Tragedy.

Friday, September 15th

Seokjin reminded him for the 8th time to not dress fancy since it was not a fancy date. He was right, obviously. He just put on a hoodie with jeans, would that be presentable? It’s not like he’s wearing his pajamas.

He looked at the mirror one more time before turning to leave the apartment, grabbing his phone and wallet in the process. The two of you decided to meet in the park that was close to the coffeehouse. At first, he was thinking of taking you to the movie theater but Hoseok completely shut him down, saying that there wouldn’t be time for the two of you to talk.

He was right.

He remembered the moment he told him.

“Are you stupid? Where’s that IQ 148 Kim Namjoon we know and love with a bit of hate?” Hoseok smacked the top of his head lightly. He sighed and tried to not roll his eyes but it was becoming difficult.

“What’s so bad about watching a movie?”

“You won’t be able to talk while the movie is playing!” He yelled, dramatically flailing his arms in the air to make his point.

“Alright, alright. Fine. Then where should I take her?” Suddenly, Seokjin joined the two of you.

“Why not the park?” For once, he was actually good at giving ideas.

“By the way, Yoongi told me he’ll be returning by the 16th. I think it’s too soon to be returning especially after surgery but of course, he doesn’t give a shit.” Seokjin shook his head at that, rubbing his forehead.

“We technically need him or else this coffeehouse will be destroyed by Namjoon,” Hoseok said, laughing as Namjoon furrowed his brows at him.

He left the apartment and went to the park. It wasn’t a long walk, considering that the park was only two blocks away from his apartment. He already texted you that he was on his way to the park. Unlike the coffeehouse, the neighborhood was usually quiet.

Was it the right choice to go on a date at 7 pm? Maybe it wasn’t but he couldn’t care less. After all those encounters he’s had with you, he finally asked you out. Unfortunately, you’ll be moving soon and it made him frown at the thought of working at the coffeehouse without your presence.

He wished he could convince you to stay.

As he crossed the street, he noticed you were right on time, sitting on the bench that desperately needed to be repainted. It made him smile, knowing that he’s finally going on a date with you. You looked up and waved at him with a smile.

Remember to compliment her as soon as you see her, Seokjin’s voice rang in his head.

“You look really beautiful.” He breathed out, smiling as you blush at his words, attempting to cover your cheeks with your sleeves. He wished you didn’t. He thought it was cute in his opinion.

He wanted you to stay.

Sunday, September 17th

“Are you trying to tell me Namjoon broke 4 of our coffee brewers, Hoseok?” Yoongi asked with furrowed brows, staring into Hoseok’s soul. Hoseok barely managed to nod, terrified over what his reaction would be. Namjoon attempted to stay away from Yoongi as far as he possibly can for the rest of week to escape his wrath.

“Namjoon, I’m going to kill the living shit out of you,” Yoongi said calmly, sending shivers down his spine. Perhaps this would be his last day of working at the coffeehouse and maybe even living.

As Yoongi was walking over to him, Seokjin stepped in and complained that they were running low on supplies. Yoongi immediately followed him to check on the supplies, sparing Namjoon from his fate.

“You’re lucky I didn’t tell him about the espresso machine,” Hoseok whispered, going back to take customers orders. Namjoon let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. He should prepare to call the police in case Yoongi decides to kill him.

“By the way, how did the date go? You didn’t even talk about Y/N yesterday.” Hoseok asked while giving the customer their change.

“It went well. We’re planning another one.” He answered. It did go well, really. He just didn’t want to talk about it with the rest.

“So are you guys official?”

“Of course.” Now that he thought about it, were you? He hasn’t even attempted to kiss you yet. He thought it was too soon or that will make you uncomfortable. Sure, there were moments that could’ve led to that but he didn’t do it. He was too scared to do it.

“You guys are talking about Y/N?” Yoongi appeared out of nowhere, scaring Namjoon. Was he going to kill him?

“She’s my neighbor. I always hear her arguing with someone. I tried to ask her about it but she just avoids the topic.” He mumbled nonchalantly, sipping his coffee. Namjoon furrowed his brows. Arguing? With who?

“Y/N is a mystery in my opinion.”

“How come?”

“It’s like she’s wearing a mask whenever she comes by. Even I can’t seem to figure her out fully.” Wearing a mask?

“I heard you also broke the espresso machine...is that true?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Namjoon suspiciously. He slowly nodded, terrified over his reaction but instead, Yoongi just sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m trying to decide whether to strangle you right here or to just let it go.” He mumbled.

“I suggest to just let it go,” Namjoon suggested.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re off the hook for now.” Yoongi walked away, leaving Namjoon and Hoseok on their own while Seokjin was busy updating Yoongi on the changes they’ve made while he was gone.

“Did he even notice the fairy lights?” Hoseok shook his head, smiling brightly at the fact that Yoongi hasn’t noticed.

“Isn’t Y/N supposed to come by today?” He nodded and as if on cue, you entered the coffee house but this time, you looked troubled. Namjoon watched as Seokjin took your order, looking at him for a minute and mouthing words that were most likely ‘Ask if she’s ok’. He nodded and waited for you to follow your routine.

You didn’t talk to him.

Maybe you just weren’t in the mood to talk. Yeah, that was probably it. He shook his head and prepared your drink. This time, you didn’t watch him with deep interest. Your eyes were glued to your phone, frowning at the screen and letting out a sigh.

Was there something wrong?

He gave you your drink and you quickly thanked him. Instead of going to your regular spot in the coffeehouse, you left. You didn’t stay. Namjoon frowned and furrowed his brows. Something was wrong. Sure, it shouldn’t be something he should be concerned about since it was only one time but maybe something was wrong.

He could tell Hoseok and Seokjin were staring at him, realizing you left instead of staying. Instead of looking at them, he kept working, trying to bury it with work. If anything, he was probably jumping to conclusions. You’ll return and you’ll stay.

He believed that.

Wednesday, September 20th

“Namjoon, do the world a favor and take out the trash.” Before Namjoon could protest, Yoongi already handed him the trash bag and went back to help Seokjin with cashier duty. Namjoon sighed and went outside, noticing the day was close to ending. Has it been that long?

It’s been three days since he’s seen you.

He wondered why you’ve gone mute, why you decided to cancel the second date and why you’ve just...vanished. He asked Yoongi to check up on you and he did, informing him that you’re fine. However, he told him that the arguing in your apartment wouldn’t stop.

‘She argues with that person for so long, they keep me up at night’

The sound of cars honking brought him back to reality, making him sigh and open the trash can, dumping it in there and closing it. As he walked back to the coffeehouse, he bumped into someone. He looked down and noticed it was someone he has been waiting for.

You.

“Sorry.” You mumbled before running down the street, your figure becoming smaller every second. He didn’t even get the chance to ask you about your disappearance. For a moment, he was debating whether to chase after you or not. Chasing after you would’ve given him a couple of answers.

However, he decided not to.

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as he saw Namjoon enter the coffeehouse with a dazed expression. He simply shrugged and went back to work, making drinks and handing it out to the customers.

He wondered where you went, why you were in a rush and why you avoided the coffee house for three days. He wanted to ask you those questions but never got the chance. He mentally slapped himself for not chasing after you. It was a perfect opportunity.

“Hey, careful! You’re going to spil-”

Too late.

He nearly dropped the coffee carafe as the heated water touched his hand. He quickly set it to the counter and hissed in pain, heading to the sink to cool his hand, soothing the pain. Seokjin held back a laugh as he finished the customer's order.

He sighed as the cool water touched his hand, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially Seokjin who witnessed the whole thing. Namjoon wondered what your reaction would’ve been if you witnessed it. You probably would’ve laughed at him, teasing him about it for the rest of the day.

Yeah, that was probably accurate.

“How’s the burn?” Hoseok pointed at his hand, holding back another one of his smiles that could make people believe he’s the sun. He shrugged, eating his dinner with his other hand while he listened to another one of Hoseok’s stories.

Instead of joining you, he went to the break room with Hoseok. He felt bad for leaving Hoseok alone in the break room after all. It wasn’t really time for his break but Yoongi gave them permission, especially after his whole ‘burned my hand’ fiasco and even gave Hoseok permission to join him.

“Can you even write their names with your left hand?” He shrugged. Sure, he tried it once on a previous accident but his handwriting on his left hand wasn’t the best. After he was done cooling his hand from the burn, he asked Seokjin to write the names on the cups. After a couple hours from the accident, he could write their names without feeling pain.

“My right hand is fine now so I don’t need to write with my left hand.” He mumbled, finishing his dinner and waited for Hoseok to finish his own.

“You know...Yoongi finally noticed the fairy lights.” Hoseok informed, making Namjoon raise an eyebrow.

“And what did he say?”

“Nothing. I thought he was going to tell me to take it down but he didn’t, he just ignored it and went back to work.” Namjoon frowned at that. If it was Namjoon’s idea, Yoongi would’ve taken it down immediately. Of course, he has a soft spot for Hoseok.

“You’re lucky. If it was me, he would’ve shut it down.” Hoseok nodded with a smile, laughs escaping from his mouth.

“At least I don’t break shit, unlike you.”

“That’s different. It was an accident.”

“Which one are you referring to?” Namjoon scoffed, ignoring Hoseok’s laugh.

“Do you even know how much money we had to pay for the damages?” He didn’t wait for him to answer.

“Over 100 dollars! I betted with Seokjin to see if Yoongi would fire you this month but he didn’t. I had to pay him 50 dollars!” He complained, making Namjoon frown.

“You guys made a bet to see if I would get fired this month?” Hoseok nodded with a sheepish shrug.

“If it makes you feel better, you’ve been working here for 2 years already and Yoongi still hasn’t fired you.” Hoseok attempted to comfort him but it didn’t work.

“Anyway, any news on Y/N?” He shook his head, making Hoseok frown.

“She’s probably stressed out over work or moving.” He suggested. That also didn’t help. It just made him more concerned.

“Didn’t Yoongi say she’s always arguing with someone at night or something?” Hoseok nodded. Was it because of that? Was the person hurting her? That was most likely it. He wanted to stop it.

No, his brain whispered.

You’re jumping to conclusions, he thought.

He didn’t have time to think deeper about it as it was time to go back to work. The two of them got up and went to assist customers while Seokjin said goodbye to them, leaving for the day. He informed them that he won’t be able to work tomorrow to attend his friend’s wedding.

“Do you have a date then?” Seokjin shook his head at Namjoon’s question.

“It doesn’t matter. Knowing Taehyung, he’ll keep me company.” He frowned at that.

“Isn’t Taehyung getting married?” Once again, Seokjin shook his head.

“No. Jimin is the groom and since he’s friends with Taehyung, he invited him as well.” Namjoon mouthed an ‘oh’ and went back to work. He remembered he used to tease Seokjin over the fact that his friends are getting married or dating while he’s still single. Hoseok always joined in whenever it started.

It always ended with Seokjin yelling at them.

“I don’t get why we have to stay behind when it’s 11 pm. Who would buy coffee at this time?” Hoseok complained, sitting on the counter and watching the door as if a billion customers are going to appear.

“I’m not Google, Hoseok.” He replied.

“Why does Yoongi get to go home? He has no life after all! That’s not fair.” It was going to be a long shift if Hoseok continued to complain. Scratch that, he’s always like this at night whenever it’s just the two of them.

“Don’t question things that aren’t meant to be questioned.” He mumbled.

“Wait a minute...shouldn’t the coffee house be closed by now? Why is this one still open? Normal coffee houses shouldn’t be open by this time!” He continued complaining.

“Can you just be quiet and at least clean or something?” He snapped, making Hoseok finally quiet down and clean. Hoseok grumbled something inaudible but he couldn’t care less.

“Excuse me?” The two of them look at the source of the voice.

“Are you still open?” The man asked, closing his umbrella and staring at the two of them.

“Sadly, we are,” Hoseok mumbled, going to take the customer’s order. Why is he buying coffee at this time? It wouldn’t be appropriate to ask but that question still lingered in his mind.

Namjoon began working on the drink, noticing the man was staring at him as he worked. It was normal to be stared at while working, especially by you. However, his stare felt a bit intimidating.

He wrote the name down on the cup even if he didn’t have to since he was the only customer.

Jungkook.

“Here you go.” He handed the man his cup of coffee which he replied with a ‘thanks’. Namjoon simply nodded, watching as the customer sipped his coffee and turned to leave the coffee house before suddenly...

His phone rang.

He sighed and put his coffee down on a table before answering, looking at the screen and frowning. He answered it either way. Namjoon wasn’t interested in the conversation before the words that came out of Jungkook’s mouth made him freeze.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He spoke.

Hoseok also froze, staring straight at Namjoon with a confused expression. Could it be? No. There’s a billion Y/N’s in the world. It can’t be you. There’s probably another Y/N in the neighborhood. Yeah, that’s got to be it.

“Are you crying? Wh-” He was stopped by the person. The person was speaking loudly that Namjoon could hear from his spot. It did sound like you but he didn’t want to believe it.

“Ok, ok. I’ll come over. Want me to bring something over?” Jungkook nodded and seemed nervous. Was something wrong? He tried to believe it isn’t you. It can’t be.

“Ok. I'll see you there, bye.” He hung up, grabbing his coffee and umbrella before leaving, leaving the two of them in silence. Hoseok stared at Namjoon, making it difficult to believe that wasn’t you.

“You think that was Y/N?” He finally asked.

“I don’t know.” Namjoon quietly replied, cleaning the counter.

He hoped not.

Thursday, September 21st

Seokjin didn’t arrive as told by him yesterday.

He still remembers Jungkook, the man that came by last night. The one who talked to Y/N, was it you? He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that possibility all day. That made Yoongi frustrated with him, scolding him to get back to work and to quit being a pain in the ass.

He felt someone tap him on the shoulder, turning and finding Hoseok giving him a wrapped gift.

For him?

Hoseok smiled sheepishly and when Namjoon took the gift, he showed him a cupcake with a lit candle. He frowned as he tried to think of a reason why he was doing this.

Suddenly, he knew the reason why.

“Your birthday is on the 12th, right? Sorry I didn’t do anything. How come you didn’t tell anyone?” He shrugged. He was right. His birthday was last week and he didn’t bother to tell anyone. Why would he tell anyone anyway? It’s not like they’ll care except for Hoseok.

“It wasn’t a big deal anyway. It’s not like no one will care.” Hoseok frowned at that.

“I care. Seokjin and Yoongi will probably care too. Y/N too.” He stiffened at the mention of you.

“Just blow the damn candle and celebrate,” Hoseok demanded, making Namjoon sigh and blow on the candle, it immediately turned off.

“Where’s Yoongi anyway?” He asked as he ate the cupcake. Hoseok took a quick picture of the scene and this time, Namjoon didn’t protest.

“He said he’s going to be late and should be here any minute.” As if on cue, Yoongi appeared but this time, holding a wrapped gift. Since when did Yoongi give gifts to his workers on their birthday?

“Happy late birthday, Namjoon.” He mumbled, putting it on top of Hoseok’s gift.

“Seokjin told me he’ll give you his gift tomorrow,” Yoongi informed, watching as Namjoon opened his gift. Super glue. He was disappointed but not surprised at his gift, looking at Yoongi and laughing.

“Now you can actually fix the stuff you destroy,” Yoongi explained, making him laugh again. Next was Hoseok’s gift. It was a book.

“You’ve always complained about wanting one of his books so I finally got you one.” He explained.

“Wow...I don’t know what to say. Thank you guys.” They nodded.

“Clearly, my gift is better since he keeps breaking stuff.” Yoongi declared, making Hoseok scoff.

“Actually, my gift is better because it will never run out, unlike yours.” He retorted.

He blurred out the rest of the argument and focused on the candle that was long forgotten by them.

For a moment there, he almost forgot about you.

Almost.

Friday, September 22nd

“How was the wedding?” Hoseok asked as soon as Seokjin arrived at the coffee house.

“It was pleasant. Taehyung clung to me like I said. I’m not quite fond of Jimin’s wife though.” Hoseok frowned at that. Namjoon didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation but was forced since the coffee house wasn’t that busy today.

“Why? Was she mean?” Seokjin shook his head.

“No. She just...I don’t know. I just can’t explain it but if you see them together, you’ll agree.” Namjoon frowned at that. What did he mean by that?

“Besides that, one of Taehyung and Jimin’s friends joined along. He was mostly with me and Taehyung. I forgot his name...I think his name was...Jungkook?” Namjoon froze and stared at them.

“Jungkook?” He repeated and Seokjin nodded.

“Why? You know him?” Namjoon and Hoseok exchanged uneasy looks, remembering the events that happened two days ago.

“Sort of. He came into the coffeehouse late at night and was talking to someone on the phone named Y/N.” Hoseok explained, making Seokjin frown.

“He never mentioned a Y/N when I was with him. Overall, he was interesting to talk to. “ It was strange how it all connected. Y/N was involved somehow. At least, someone named Y/N. Maybe the Y/N Jungkook was talking to, wasn’t you? It can’t be.

“Oh by the way, here’s my gift, Namjoon.” Seokjin gave him his wrapped gift. Namjoon stared at it blankly for a second before taking it and thanking him which he replied with a ‘you’re welcome.’ As soon as he opened it, he already knew what it was.

A Ryan phone case.

Hoseok laughed as soon as he saw it, commenting that it was meant for Namjoon this whole time. It truly was. Namjoon thanked him once more and immediately changed his phone case, looking at his new phone case and admiring it.

He wished you were here, celebrating his late birthday with him. Was it selfish of him to wish that you would stay just for him instead of moving back to your hometown? It probably was but he couldn’t care less. He wants to see you and start a conversation with you.

Origin of Tragedy, the title for your story appeared in his flashbacks.

He wondered if you will ever finish it.

He wants to see it in his local bookstore, waiting for him to read it. He wants to open it and find a way to get you to sign it. Maybe he could ask Yoongi to help him. He wished he took the opportunity to kiss y-

His phone rang.

He immediately answered it.

“Hello?” He waited for the caller to answer but all he heard was unstable breathing and sobs. It instantly made him feel uneasy.

“Is this Kim Namjoon?”

The voice sounded like they were going to break down and cry any minute now. After all, he could already hear them sobbing. Namjoon furrowed his brows and ignored Seokjin’s worried gaze, turning away from him.

“Yes, this is Kim Namjoon. Who is this?” He once again heard sobs and uneasy breathing. He was trying to speak but failed miserably.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that again?” He was getting even more nervous every time the person sobbed.

“I- It’s about... Y-Y/N.” He furrowed his brows at that. Why was he crying then? Something told him this was going to end badly. The person took a deep breath and finally let the words spill from his mouth.

“S-she...” He paused for a minute.

“She’s dead.” He managed to get it out, barely a whisper.

More sobs erupted after that.

He stayed dead silent for what seemed like hours, his heart throbbing in pain and he didn’t even care about the fact that he dropped his phone in utter shock, muting Seokjin and Hoseok’s voices.

Was this just a cruel joke?

A nightmare?

He stormed out of the coffee house, going to the back and kicking the trash cans down, yelling out in anger and pain. Was he getting punished? What did he possibly do to deserve this? After some time, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, not aware that people were watching. He clenched his fists, looking at the scenery. Why was the scenery so beautiful when a person just died?

He needed a drink.

Yoongi appeared with a can of beer in his hand and offered it to him. Namjoon looked at it for a second before taking it, finishing it in one go.

“I know it probably won’t get you drunk but..might as well.” He mumbled, joining him on the ground.

“Want to go to the bar?” He offered.

He has never said yes so fast in his entire life.

Wednesday, September 27th

“How did she die?” Seokjin whispered, watching as Namjoon put flowers on the ground in front of her grave with a solemn expression.

“Suicide. Her brother, Jungkook discovered her hanging from the bathroom doorway with a note on the ground. That’s how he contacted me.” He explained, emotion nonexistent whatsoever.

“She never finished her novel..” He muttered, watching the grave with such intensity. Was it full of regret? Seokjin wasn’t sure.

They weren’t invited to the funeral. Namjoon wasn’t even hurt by that fact. As soon as the funeral was over, he visited you with the rest of the members.

“She really was wearing a mask...” Yoongi whispered under his breath but loud enough for Namjoon to hear.

“What did the note say?” Namjoon looked at Hoseok with teary eyes and pulled out the note from his jacket. He’s surprised Jungkook let him keep the note, the last thing his sister has ever written before she hanged herself.

Hoseok didn’t read it aloud for his sake.

They gave Namjoon privacy after that, waiting for him to finish.

He stared at your grave, reading the words engraved on it. He should have known. He mentally beat himself up over the fact that he was too late. He could’ve prevented it.

He could’ve saved you.

‘If we could turn back the clock...

Where should we go back to?

Once we reach that place,

Will happiness be ours to stay?’

If Namjoon looked past your mask, would you still have been alive today?

Questions like this will keep him awake at night, haunting him and bothering him. Sometimes he feels like this is his punishment, your ghost will follow him until his last breath. He looked at the letter, noticing every curve and corner of your words.

Did you even care about him in the first place?

It drives him insane knowing that you’re probably looking at him with an emotionless expression, waiting for him to pay for his sins. September is close to ending, everything feels colder without your presence, nothing feels normal without you.

“Hey, Namjoon.”

He turned and rubbed his eyes to see if he was dreaming, staring at it in confusion. He was dreaming, he had to be.

You.

“Are you going to make my drink or just stand there?” You giggled, looking at his expression. Namjoon frowned and furrowed his brows at you. This had to be a dream. It isn’t possible. He’s seeing things.

He looked at the thing you were holding and frowned as soon as he saw it. It was like that was following him, becoming his shadow and driving him to the edge of his sanity. Was it a coincidence?

Origin of Tragedy.

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inlimmerence · 7 years ago

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wow, I love your writing, you're a genius. Thank you for your hard work!!!!!!!!

Thank you for reading my work! I'm not sure I'm on Yoongi's level of genius though lmao.

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I’d Rather Date You Than Pizza

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Turns out the neighbor downstairs is a really cute pizza delivery guy. Of course, Jungkook befriends him and you’re forced to follow him. How difficult can controlling your feelings be? Plot twist: Extremely difficult.

Warnings: Cursing

“Hey Y/N can you-”

“No.” You cut your friend, Jungkook off. He frowned at that and grumbled something inaudible.

“Fine. No pizza for you then.” Your ears perked up at that, looking at him in curiosity. He was smirking in amusement, knowing that he got you interested.

“You win, Jeon. Give me the money.” He chuckled at that, giving you the money and you snatched it, hopping up from your seat on the couch and ran to the door. As soon as you opened it, your eyes landed on the pizza box.

Slowly, your eyes trailed up, examining the male that delivered the heavenly food that made you drool and possibly kill for.

Just not this moment.

“That’ll be 15.” His voice knocked you out of your thoughts, making you wince and flush at his smile. You gave him the 20 and as you handed it to him, you read his name tag.

Hoseok.

“Keep the change.” He nodded and gave you the box, smiling at you brightly one last time.

He turned around and went towards the exit in the hallway. You looked at him as he pressed the button for the elevator, watching as he stared at the numbers going down to your floor level.

You closed the door before he could notice you staring at him but little did you know he caught you staring in the corner of his eye and smiled softly at that.

“What took you so long?” Jungkook asked as he joined you in the kitchen, grabbing plates from the cupboard and letting you take the first slice. It burned you slightly but you quickly transferred it from the box to the plate.

“None of your business. Just take the damn pizza.” He rolled his eyes but dropped the subject, heading to the living room to continue playing the video game.

You followed him into the living room shortly after, plopping down to the seat next to him as his eyes were glued to the screen, battling an alien. He furrowed his brows as he was close to victory, smirking slightly at the screen. Weird.

Observing the living room, your eyes landed on a picture frame and it made you smile at the sight. Surprisingly, Jungkook had a photo of the four of you: you, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook himself. You swore it wasn’t there before. Either way, it wasn’t like him to do things like that.

You remembered the day he moved in next door. He asked you to recommend him some colors for his living room and you just said dark blue. In the end, he followed your advice and painted it dark blue. It made it more like him, in your opinion. The way the black furniture were placed in the room, it suited him perfectly.

You heard Jungkook groan and you looked at him. He looked like he was close to flipping multiple tables over and possibly strangle someone.

“God dammit. Y/N, can you get me batteries? It’s usually in my drawer of my nightstand.” You reluctantly agreed, getting up and walking to his room. You’ve been there before so it was no surprise. Typically, it was a mess.

You nearly stumbled over a mountain of clothes and stepped on something strange. It was best to not know what it was and to keep moving. It was frustrating to see the trash and clothes all over your room. You decided to clean it yourself later. Jungkook probably won’t appreciate it but it doesn’t matter.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” You heard Jungkook yell from the living room, making you roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see you.

“Be patient, Jeon!” You yelled back, dodging the trash and clothes in your path as you successfully made it to the nightstand. You opened the top drawers, only finding his belongings that batteries usually wouldn’t be in. Sighing, you closed the top drawer and opened the bottom, finding cables and a camera.

In the end, you found the batteries and you immediately snatched it, closing the bottom drawer. Once again, you had to go through the mess he had. However, it was much more easier since you’ve gone through it before so it wasn’t that much of a struggle.

Strangely, you found one of your belongings on the ground so you picked it up, furrowing your brows in confusion. How in the world did my headband manage to get here, you thought. Shaking your head, you put it in your pocket and kept going. Knowing yourself, you’ve probably left many things in his apartment that have yet to be discovered.

Honestly, it was a miracle that there weren’t any insects that decided to reside in Jungkook’s room. That would’ve gave him a heart attack. The last time that happened, he stayed over for the night and refused to enter his apartment until he saw it dead. You had to kill it yourself since he was a coward.

Sometimes you wonder why girls like him.

Finally, you made it. Just as you were about to leave his room, you caught something in the corner of your eye that made you stop. It was the action figure that you got him for his birthday last year. It was on the shelf and looked like it hasn’t been through the mess on the floor.

You wondered if he still has the Iron Man comic you gave him with that action figure. He probably lost it within his mountain of clothes. However, he proved you wrong as you caught the cover on top of his drawer, making you smile.

You finally left the room, closing the door behind you and ran to the living room, finding him concentrated on the screen as usual. You gave him the batteries and he mumbled a quick ‘thanks’, stopping the game to change the batteries.

“Quit playing that damn game and eat” You ordered, making him groan in annoyance but in the end, he ate the pizza. You did the same, smiling in amusement as he devoured it and instantly get up to get another slice.

“I didn’t even realize how hungry I was...” He mumbled as he came back with another slice and a beverage. “You’re welcome, idiot. Without me, you’ll for sure die of starvation.” He rolled his eyes, failing to hide his smile.

“Anyway, my neighbor downstairs invited me to play video games with him.” He informed, making you frown at that. He always told you about the neighbor. Apparently, he was into the same things he’s into. He acted like he discovered his soulmate.

“So?” His lips turned upwards slightly.

“He said I can bring my friends over too. Want to join? I’m bringing Taehyung and Jimin along too.” You thought about it for a second. It wouldn’t be that bad.

“Sure. Why not?” He nodded and grabbed his controller, continuing his game as you watched. You never bothered to join him due to him being more competitive than he should be. The last time he got super competitive ended up in breaking your nose.

You wanted to sue him.

You left your apartment, getting ready for a long day. Looking around, you saw dozens of doors and the worn out paint that used to be the color white but now it’s some unrecognizable color. Arriving at Jungkook’s door, you knocked and already expected him to not answer for a while but surprisingly, he answered.

Strangely, he looked like he actually got sleep. Like he hasn’t slept 2 hours ago. Was there something wrong? He frowned as he saw your worried face.

“Wait, what time you slept?” You asked, making him furrow his brows but decided to answer it anyway.

“1 am...why?” You frowned at that, not believing his words. You’ve known Jeon Jungkook for most of your adulthood. He would constantly text you at times where most people would be asleep.

Of course, it’s mostly one of his stupid memes.

“Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital? Blink twice if you’re possessed-”

“Y/N, I’m fine. I just decided to sleep early. What’s so bad about it? You act like it’s a crime or something.” You stayed silent for a while but finally decided to just drop the subject.

“Whatever, are you ready?” He nodded, exiting his apartment and closing it. Then, you two walked to the stairs instead of the elevator, it was only one floor anyway. During the trip to the apartment, it was a comfortable silence. The only sound you could hear was both of your footsteps, doors opening and closing and faint voices.

“Jimin and Taehyung told me they arrived.” Jungkook informed, you nodded and came to a stop in front of the door to the apartment. Jungkook knocked, waiting for the person to open it. The door immediately opened.

You swore you were seeing things.

“Hey Jungkook! Is this another friend of yours?” The person said, he nodded and the person let you in. You suddenly felt light headed. You wanted to immediately escape. There is no way this is coincidence.

Hoseok.

“Wait a minute...” Hoseok examined you with furrowed brows. Fuck, he recognizes me, you thought. He then smiled at you. Did he recognize you? He probably did.

“I delivered your pizza yesterday! Is she your girlfriend?” He then asked Jungkook who replied no. Typical question for strangers.

“Y/N, right?” You nodded. “Jungkook mentioned you a few times.” You looked at Jungkook who was scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Why would he mention you anyway? Do they talk about other things besides video games?

You blurred out the rest of their conversation, following them into his living room. The paint color reminded you of vomit, all the times your classmates vomited in elementary school. It was disgusting. Unlike Jungkook’s living room, Hoseok has bookshelves, two armchairs and a carpet under the coffee table.

Jimin and Taehyung immediately got up to greet the two of you, Taehyung engulfed you in a hug which almost made you suffocate. They acted like they haven’t seen you in years. It’s only been a week.

“His apartment is amazing! Especially the bathroom!” You raised an eyebrow at Taehyung’s comment but decided that it’s best to not know why. The four of them began talking while you sat on the armchair, observing them as they talk.

Suddenly, a man with raven black hair appeared, rubbing his eyes while the five of you stared at him. He examined the four of you, looking like he’s planning a massacre.

“Will you guys keep it down? It’s 11 am.” His words stung unexpectedly. It sounded way harsher than it should be.

“Sorry, Yoongi. We’ll keep it down.” Yoongi nodded and disappeared into the short hallway, closing the door shut.

“He’s my room mate. He’s like that to everyone, don’t worry.” Hoseok explained but it didn’t stop Jungkook from looking like he saw a ghost. Scratch that. He always looks like that.

“Oh! Does he play video games?” Jimin asked. Hoseok shook his head, laughing slightly at the question.

“He’s the exact opposite of us.” Jimin and Taehyung frowned at that. You felt bad for Yoongi. Now they’ll bother him until he agrees to join them. From what you’ve seen so far, they’ll end up dead for sure.

After that, they began playing games. It felt like hours since you’ve arrived, considering it was now 5pm. Hoseok decided to take a break and observe them for a bit, sitting next to you. You wonder why your heart was beating rapidly, like you just ran a marathon.

“You don’t play video games?” He asked which you replied by shaking your head.

“I do but not with Jungkook. You know how he is.” He chuckled at that, watching as Jungkook yelled at Jimin.

“I didn’t know you lived downstairs. I barely see you around.” He looked at you for a second before setting his eyes back at the boys.

“I always work so I’m barely home.” He answered.

Jimin and Taehyung cheered as they realized they beat Jungkook in a battle, making Jungkook yell in frustration. He rubbed his forehead and was close to actually murdering the two of them.

“How did you two meet?” You hummed as you thought of an answer. You actually couldn’t remember that well since you met Jungkook during freshmen year in high school. It wasn’t the most amazing encounter.

“We somehow ended up arguing whether Marvel or DC is better. I obviously won since all he kept saying was ‘But Iron Man is the best!’” Hoseok laughed at that, it was like music. Your heart skipped a beat, melting at his laugh.

“What about you and Yoongi?” It was strange for someone like Hoseok to end up befriending and being room mates with Yoongi. They seem like the sun and moon or the south and the north.

“College. We were room mates too and since I was always persistent in befriending him, he eventually gave in.” You could only imagine what that looked like. Every day Hoseok would try to start conversation with him but he would always push him away.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dancer. I guess delivering pizza’s is cool. I could still try to pursue it so that’s fine.” You wondered how good of a dancer he is.

“Really? I’ve wanted to be an author. That failed miserably so I became a therapist.” He looked at you in amazement, like you just did magic in front of him.

“You can still try to be an author! Don’t give up.” You nodded slowly at his suggestion. Maybe he’s right. There’s still hope.

“Hey um, if you’re interested, do you want to o-” Hoseok’s question was cut off by Jungkook’s yelling and Jimin’s loud laughter. You could only wonder what Yoongi was thinking right not. Perhaps murder.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You looked at him, waiting for an answer but he was blushing madly. It reminded you of a manga character blushing. It was adorable to see anyway.

“Will you go out with me?” He finally asked with confidence. You widened your eyes in shock. Hoseok? Asking you out? Were you possibly dreaming? Or maybe this was another one of Jungkook’s pranks? No. He wouldn’t go that far.

“I-um. Sure. You can pick the place yourself.” He nodded and couldn’t stop smiling brightly. You quickly grabbed your pen and a post it in your bag, writing your number hastily before handing it to him with a smile.

The rest of your conversation was blurred out by Jungkook and the rest of them yelling and yelling insults at one another. Yoongi eventually came just to threaten them, making them quiet down only for a bit. He seriously was going to murder them.

At least you got a date.

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inlimmerence · 7 years ago

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Murder in Casa Min

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mystery, Horror, Romance, Humor

Summary: A silly game of detective takes the wrong turn when it becomes too serious. Now how did you manage to be in this game? It all started when you befriended the seven idiots.

Warnings: Cursing and mention of sexual themes.

A/N: I’m like 99.9% positive the game is called something else but I was too lazy to look it up.

“God fucking dammit, Jeon.” You mumbled as he yet again beat you in a game of Mario Kart. The members that were paying attention to your intense battle bursted out laughing, only making you angrier.

“It’s your fault for slipping on that banana peel.” He said while laughing, showing off his bunny teeth but you just rolled your eyes, getting up to get a bottle of water. You could hear Jungkook yelling something inaudible and two of them bickering. Probably Jin and Namjoon.

You returned with a bottle of water, sitting next to Yoongi on the couch, watching as Jungkook and Jin race, yelling at each other. Yes, the idiot you call Jungkook is also your longtime boyfriend, more like an annoying best friend than an actual boyfriend. Everyone wonders how you two made it this long, even you wonder.

Magic.

“I’m bored.” Taehyung whined for the 5th time. Jungkook and Jin ignored him, yelling curses and weird insults at each other.

“I’m getting bored of watching Jungkook destroy everyone as well.” Namjoon agreed, their game ending a few seconds after that. Jin yelled in frustration when he realized Jungkook won.

“Alright fine, let’s do something else.” Jungkook joins you in the couch.

“Ever heard of Detective?” Hoseok asked, making the rest of you nod. This already sounded like a bad idea. Last time you followed Hoseok’s suggestion, you all ended up in jail for an entire week. It’s a long story.

“Isn’t it that game that makes you all solve a murder or something?” Hoseok nodded at Jimin’s question.

Oh no.

You didn’t like the sound of that. They might actually murder someone. If anyone, you might bet Yoongi will actually kill someone if he got the chance. You reminded yourself to stay away from him if you all played that game.

“Wait, are we actually going to play this? Like in real life?” Taehyung asked, making Hoseok stay quiet for a while, as if he was thinking of an answer. Eventually, he nodded.

“Why not? it’ll be fun.” Yoongi frowned at that.

“I’m not going to let you idiots destroy my house just to play some detective game.”

“But Yoongi~ It’ll be lots of fun! We won’t destroy your house.” Jimin promised, only making Yoongi scoff at that and narrowed his eyes at him.

“The last time you promised you won’t destroy my house ended with my house being burned down. I’m not trusting you idiots again.” Jimin frowned at that memory. You remembered it perfectly. Jin wanted to try out this cooking recipe but of course, Yoongi’s house was closer so you all went there when he was out, promising him you won’t destroy his house.

You did destroy his house.

“Come on Yoongi, you won’t regret it, trust me.” Taehyung pleaded, making Yoongi sigh and run his hand through his hair, looking around as if the furniture would tell him what to do.

“Alright fine. If you destroy my house, I’ll kill all of you and that’s an oath.” He threatened, making you roll your eyes at him but eventually thanked him, the rest of the members doing the same. He only scoffed and mumbled something inaudible.

“Ok so how do we do this?” Hoseok immediately explained the rules and what to do. It was simple enough. It was basically a roleplaying game. You get a role which is the murderer or a bystander but the bystander has to find out who did it. Hoseok wanted it to be more interesting by not having a police officer in the game.

“So our role gets chosen by these cards?” You pointed at the stack of cards waiting to be picked. Hoseok nodded and let you go first. You were a bit hesitant to pick one, afraid you’ll be the murderer. Honestly, you weren’t the best at being stealthy.

Bystander

Thank the lord.

You stepped aside, watching as the rest of the members picked their card and read their role. By Namjoon’s reaction, you were already suspicious of him. It’s possible he could be the murderer. Jungkook didin’t tell you what he got, only making you even more frustrated.

“Hey what’s this?” Jungkook asked, pointing at a description to Hoseok. He instantly bursted out laughing once he read it, making Jungkook frown.

“It’s your role. You get a bit of background information on everyone.” You looked at your card, he was right.

Elyse Fortescue, married to Oliver Fortescue. They aren’t in a happy marriage, Elyse is having an affair with Alfie Young. Everyone already knows except Oliver.

“Who the heck is Oliver then?” You waited for one of them to raise their hand or something. After a few minutes, Yoongi raised his hand, making the rest of you stare at him.

After that, the rest announced their names. Jungkook is Alfie, Namjoon is Zac, Hoseok is Seth, Jimin is Logan, Jin is Aiden and finally, Taehyung is Adam. It was a coincidence that Jungkook is Alfie, the one Elyse is having an affair with. Did they do it on purpose? They probably did.

“What now? Do we go?” Hoseok immediately nodded, making all of you spread out, walking around in no particular direction. You entered Yoongi’s bedroom, looking around. Sure, it wasn’t the first time entering his bedroom due to the fact that besides Jungkook, Yoongi is one of the members you’re closer with.

“Didn’t expect you to be here, out of all the places.” You turned and found Yoongi standing next to the door with folded arms. You shrugged, sitting on his bed, he joined you.

“I bet it’s Namjoon.” He nodded at that, looking around his room.

“Maybe Taehyung. He seemed a bit too excited or something. He tried to follow me.” Maybe he’s right.

“Jimin already told me you’re cheating on me with Jungkook.” You snorted at that, looking at his face that was displaying a smirk.

“It’s was only two times, I swear.” You put your hands up, surrendering to him but it only made him roll his eyes at you, scoffing softly.

“You know, this would’ve been the perfect time to murder you but unfortunately, I’m not the murderer.” You frowned at that.

“Ok well I’m going to leave before you actually murder me.” You got up and walked to the door, hearing him laughing and lay down on his bed after hearing you close the door. You walked around, bumping into Jin for a second who was in the kitchen, eating a snack.

Finally, you reached Yoongi’s study, more like a library but he called it a study so that’s what you’ll call it. You noticed he remolded it, making it modern and it sort of reminded you of a hospital.

“Hey Elyse.” You turned and found Taehyung walking to you. Elyse? Did you have to address each other by the given names? “Please tell me you’re not the murderer.” You mumbled, making him laugh faintly at that.

“I’m not, trust me. Seth told us to address each other by the names.” You rolled your eyes at Hoseok’s ridiculous rule. “Have you seen Yoongi? We were trying to tell him but he just ran off.”

“He’s in his room, probably sleeping.” Taehyung sighed, pouting slightly.

“He never wants to have fun.” He complained, making you laugh at that. It was true, he would never leave his home in the weekend, even if one of you got ran over or something.

“I heard Alfie’s looking for you...” Taehyung whispered, giggling at the end. You rolled your eyes at that, punching his rib playfully.

“Does Oliver know?” You nodded, making him gasp dramatically, covering his mouth in shock.

“Logan told him. That prick.” You muttered the last bit under your breath, making him giggle. Suddenly, you heard someone screaming, followed by other screams. The two of you instantly ran to the noise, widening your eyes at the scene before you.

Aiden was found dead, a piece of tape covering his mouth shut and rope tying his wrists together. For a minute, you thought he was actually dead but he opened his eyes, winking at all of you before closing his eyes again.

“How could this happen? I saw him literally five minutes ago!” Seth exclaimed, making the rest of you stiffen. In those five minutes, the murderer covered Jin’s mouth with duct tape, tied his wrists together and then murder him, leaving just in time before you found his body.

“Wait a minute...Oliver isn’t here!” Logan exclaimed, making the rest of you look around. He was right. Could it be Oliver? No, it can’t be.

You know, this would’ve been the perfect time to murder you but unfortunately, , I’m not the murderer.

“He’s innocent! I was alone with him in his room and he didn’t murder me. He can’t be the murderer.” Alfie furrowed his brows at you. “What were you two doing in his room?” He asked suspiciously, making you scoff.

“Not like that for fuck’s sake!” You yelled in frustration. For a second there, you got way into the roleplaying so you calmed yourself down.

“AHA! See? I told you they were doing it behind Oliver’s back and you didn’t believe shit!” Logan yelled at Zac, making him roll his eyes at Logan. “Why were you alone with Oliver in his room, Elyse?” Alfie asked, his volume rising slightly.

Is he being serious right now?

“Are you kidding me, Alfie? I don’t like him like that for fucks sake!” Alfie only scoffed at you, crossing his arms. If it was a regular day, his jealousy would’ve turned you on but not at this moment.

“That isn’t important! What’s important is finding out who killed Aiden.” Zac intervened before it got too intense. You finally calmed yourself down, backing off. “He’s right. Any idea on who it could be?” No one answered.

“Well Oliver’s definitely off the list. Who else isn’t here?” Everyone was here. That meant one of them is the murderer.

CRASH!

“That’s Oliver!” Logan yelled, running to the source of the noise along with three of the members. Alfie stayed behind, walking away from you but you followed. “You know I wasn’t cheating on you, I’m not like that, y’know?” He nodded.

“I’m sorry, I got too caught up in the moment.” He laughed faintly, making you roll your eyes and nudge him playfully. “You do know Oliver is my husband though, right? I can’t let him find out about us.”

“Didn’t he find out already?” You shrugged.

You two entered Yoongi’s backyard, sitting on the grass and watched the dark sky. Jungkook held your hand tightly, making you smile softly at that. “You know what this reminds me of?” He spoke, finally as himself.

“Our first kiss.” You furrowed your brows at that, trying to recall your first kiss with him that took place in a backyard. “Kookie, our first kiss was 7 years ago at Taehyung’s grandmother’s farm.”

“Yeah so?” You rolled your eyes at his poor memory.

“It was raining...in a barn full of cows and pigs.”

“Yeah but it was just the two of us and i-” You put your index to his lips, stopping him from continuing.

“Just...stop.” He laughed at that.

He leaned in to kiss you but you dodged him, making him frown. “You’re so cruel.” He whined. The moment was interrupted by screaming, making the two of you look at the house, knowing it was another murder.

“Should we even go and look?” Jungkook shrugged, dragging you along into the house, going up the stairs and finding the members having a panic attack. “Who is it this time?” You reminded yourself to be in character this time.

Logan stared at you with fear in his eyes and pointed at the ground. As you two got closer, you gasped.

It was Adam.

His limbs were spread out, ketchup blood staining his clothes and even got some splattered in his blond hair. Unlike Aiden, it looked like there was no struggle and the most twisted of all, Adam had a knife in his hand stained with ketchup blood.

“Could it be a suicide?” You shook your head at Alfie’s question. It can’t be.

“The murderer obviously made it seem like he committed suicide but the things is, if he did, how could the blood reach his hair?” Zac nodded in agreement. “She’s right.” You’re always right when it comes to these idiots.

“Oliver still isn’t here though!” Jimin exclaimed, making you frown. Once again, he’s right. Could it be Oliver was the murderer this whole time? Why didn’t he take the chance and murder you though?

“What was the crash you heard earlier though? Alfie and I weren’t present.” Seth raised an eyebrow at you two suspiciously.

“Elyse! You think you can just fuck Alfie in Oliver’s house? That’s disrespectful! Even you should know that!” You two flushed red, you were close to rolling your eyes before Zac stepped in.

“A plate crashed. We don’t know how a plate got there but it just did. By the time we were done examining the plate, we found Adam’s body which is literally 8 steps away from Oliver’s room.” Zac explained.

“Maybe Adam tried to wake Oliver up which can mean-”

“Oliver killed him.” Alfie finished your sentence, you nodded in agreement. That is most likely what happened but once again, if Oliver was the murderer, why didn’t he just kill you when you two were alone?

“One of us should go in there and try to find out if he is the murderer or not.” Seth suggested, the rest agreeing. “Who’ll go though? I don’t think anyone will want to go after what happened rig-”

“I’ll do it.” You blurted out, making the rest stare at you in disbelief, Alfie furrowed his brows.

“He’s my husband after all.” You said in a rushed voice. They nodded in agreement and let you go. Before leaving, you squeezed Alfie’s hand tightly, reminding him that you’re his. He finally nodded in approval and watched as you went to Oliver’s room.

You knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer but nothing happened. You called his name, no response. You sighed, trying to think of a way to get him to open the damn door.

“Yoongs?” You finally used his nickname, the door immediately opened, revealing Yoongi with messy hair and a bored expression. He rubbed his eyes, finally staring at you with a confused face.

“Is the game finally over?” He asked, you shook your head. By the time you entered his room, the rest of the members already left, probably spying and waiting to either find you alive...

or dead.

“I heard someone died, is it Jimin?” You shook your head, making him frown. Did he want Jimin to die? Why? “What’s with the frown?” You finally asked.

“I bet Namjoon money Jimin will be the first to die. Turns out I was wrong.” He sighed, running his hand through his raven black hair.

“We have to address everyone by their roleplaying names.” You informed, making him frown at that.

“Well then Elyse darling, I didn’t kill anyone if that’s what you’re thinking. Like I said, I would kill you by now since you’re alone with me.” Well that was unexpected. You shrugged it off, trying to think of another way to confirm he isn’t the murderer.

“Were you sleeping this whole time?” He nodded, making you arch an eyebrow. He could easily lie at that. Could there be another way to find out if he was lying or not?

“I was also thinking of new song lyrics.” He added, showing you the worn-out notebook. You saw the lyrics, he was right. Yoongi always shows you his new lyrics and this was definitely new. It was beautiful as usual too.

“Well then, I should head back to the group before they think you killed me or something.” He nodded and let you leave the room, closing the door behind you. He definitely wasn’t the murderer but they’ll be suspicious either way.

You went downstairs to the kitchen, finding Jin still tied and sitting on the floor, leaning against the fridge. An amused smile appeared on your face, you walked up to him and untied him, taking off the duct tape too.

“Thank fucking god. I can’t believe they forget me. What happened while I was dead?” He asked while you were laughing. You sat in front of him.

“Taehyung is dead. They think Yoongi did it but I don’t think he did. He showed me new lyrics and it definitely isn’t an old one. He’s innocent.” He nodded at that, looking at the cupboard and the photo’s Yoongi had displayed around the kitchen. He probably took those pictures himself.

“Want me to tell you?” You shook your head.

“I rather find out myself.” He nodded, watching as you get up and leave to find the rest. You find them gathered in the living room, they instantly walk up to you and demand you to tell them what happened.

“He’s innocent. He showed me his new lyrics which means he was sleeping and writing.”

“Then if Oliver didn’t do it...then who did?” Zac mumbled under his breath, staring at the rest of the members.

“Hey where’s Seth anyway?”

“Isn’t he here?”

“I saw him leave 2 minutes ago, saying he was going to the bathroom.” They stayed quiet after that, running to the bathroom to find Seth but he wasn’t there.

“He isn’t here!” Alfie yelled.

“No shit Alfie! Where’d you think he went?” You tried to think of the possible answer but nothing came up. Suddenly,

You heard horrible screaming.

You all stared at each other, already knowing what just happened. Without any word, you all sprinted to the library, finding Logan dead. He had rope tied to his neck and wrists, there was obviously struggle. Ketchup blood dripped down his chin, staining his jeans.

“Strangled.” Zac noted.

“Wait a minute...” Alfie yelled, furrowing his brows as if he was realizing the biggest plot twist ever.

“It’s Seth! Seth is the murderer!” You stared at the ground.

“He’s fucking right. If Seth wasn’t here and Logan, that means Seth probably followed him and murdered him here. You frowned at that. That meant that if that was true, Seth could’ve run into you when you were going to the kitchen or the living room and chose to kill you instead.

“Well what now? We won the game.”

“He doesn’t know that. We have to find him.”

Right on cue,

“Came back from the bathroom and-” He stopped in his tracks as he saw three of you staring at him in horror. He frowned. “Logan! He’s dead! When did this happen?” He said innocently.

“We know it’s you, Seth. We noticed you were gone minutes before we found Logan’s body.” He sighed and surrendered, putting his hands up.

“Alright fine. You caught me. You win.”

“About time, I was getting tired of running around trying to find something.” Namjoon mumbled, sitting on the sofa and rubbing his forehead. Jungkook took off the rope from Jimin, he instantly rubbed his neck and frowned at the redness of it.

“Did you guys free Taehyung while I was gone?” Namjoon nodded.

“He’s been following us claiming he’s a ‘ghost’.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“By the way, you didn’t free Jin so when I came back from Yoongi’s room, I found him still tied up in the kitchen.” They laughed at that, trying to imagine Jin being tied up for the whole game.

“Expect him to yell at all of you. He seemed pissed.”

“Where is he anyway?” After he said it, Jin appeared with Taehyung and Yoongi. Of course, Jin had a snack in his hand.

“It was-”

“Hobi, yes, I know.” Yoongi cut Jimin off, sitting next to Namjoon on the couch. After that, it was back to normal, no intense roleplaying or murders. You went to the backyard without them knowing, getting some fresh air.

“Hey.” You turned and saw Jungkook smirking at you as he walked towards you. It was no surprise he followed you here. You two sat on the grass like last time.

“You still need to give me that kiss you avoided.” He reminded, making you roll your eyes. “Maybe later.” He frowned at that, making you laugh softly.

“Hey remember when Ms. Chihye told us about the stars or some astronomy shit?” You nodded. “That was the second grade, you still remember that?” He nodded, making you smile softly at the fact he still remembers that.

“I remember everything, Y/N. From the day you moved in next door to our first time saying ‘I love you’.”

“Well I didn’t expect you to remember all of that.”

“You know, I really hated you all those years.” You mumbled as he looked at you. He frowned at that.

“What made you like me then?”

“No idea.” He laughed softly at that, leaning in to kiss you and this time, you didn’t dodge his attempt. Even after all those years of dating the idiot, he still set butterflies to your stomach whenever he kissed you or did anything physical really. You still get flustered whenever he says ‘I love you’.

He pulled away, blushing faintly and looked at the sky.

“I honestly don’t know what I’ll do without you, Y/N.”

“You’ll die, that’s what.” He scoffed at that.

“You ruined it.”

“That was my intention.” He was about to say something before the sound of people bickering and yelling became louder, making the two of you turn and found all of them staring at you two from inside the house.

“God fucking dammit, Tae. Now they know we’re watching.” Jin yelled, Taehyung ignored him and gave you two a thumbs up, the rest following shortly after.

“I’m going to kill you.” Jungkook threatened.

“Wasn’t the first time you said that yet we’re still here, breathing.” Yoongi spoke suddenly.

“You know Kookie, I don’t see how you get an awesome girlfriend instead of me.” Jimin said, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

“I’m leaving before he really commits murder.” Namjoon spoke, leaving quickly.

“I hate all of you.” Jungkook muttered.

“Except Y/N.” Taehyung added.

“Of course I don’t. I just hate you idiots.”

“We love you too.”

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inlimmerence · 7 years ago

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Orange Bliss

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Summary: It all started in your dream. He would appear out of nowhere, watching and bothering you. He isn’t your regular spirit.

Warnings: Cursing.

A/N: First time actually writing and posting. I can already predict the errors I’ve made and it’s not pleasing. Please try to read this awful work I’ve made, thanks.

You looked to your right, finding nothing there. Maybe you were losing it, that’s what your friends keep telling you either way. Shaking your head in denial, you went into your apartment, immediately taking off your shoes and dumped your keys at the kitchen counter.

“Ah fucking hell…” You mumbled as you saw the mess you’ve made last night on your desk. It was full of work papers and half-finished cups of coffee. Sighing, you managed to organize the papers and put the mugs away, looking at your window for a split second, seeing cars drive by. It wasn’t a luxurious neighborhood anyway.

After five seconds of you turning away from the sink, you heard glass crashing, making you face the sink again and finding your favorite mug destroyed, shards of glass sparkled the kitchen floor. “Shit.” You cursed, noticing your now bleeding foot. You attempted to take out the shard of glass, wincing and cursing in pain. After a few minutes of pep-talk, you finally pulled it out, tossing it into the trash can.

With one foot injured, you limped to where the broom and dustpan was located, gripping the handle tightly as you cleaned the floor. In the corner of your eye, you swore you saw someone staring at you but when you looked at their direction, they were gone. Strange. You poured all the shards into the trash can, saying farewell to your favorite mug. It was bound to happen anyway with your clumsiness.

After that, you decided to just remain in your room to avoid any other disasters to happen. You lied down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, millions of thoughts bursted in your mind. The only sounds that you were able to hear was the last drops of rain hitting the ground and your own breathing. Your grandmother once told you that if you listened very closely, you could listen to spirits talking to you. Impossible.

The stories your grandmother told you were mostly about her past and spirits. She claimed she talked to one of them, saying he followed her around, watching her every move. Since you were just a child, you obviously believed her, asking various questions and such. You weren’t sure about spirits now.

Creak…

You sat up, watching as the door slowly opened, exposing the hallway and the the doorknob that turned only a few seconds ago. Perplexed by the scene playing in front of you, you got up and examined the door and peeked your head out into the hallway for a few seconds before closing the door once again.

Walking back to your comfortable bed, you watched the door closely, curious if it’ll happen again. Suddenly, you catch a whiff of something you never smelled before in your room. It smelled like oranges. Sure, you shouldn’t overreact over a smell but you never recalled smelling something like cologne in your room, especially that smell.

You decided you might as well sleep, it was the best solution you could think of. Closing your eyes, you concentrated on your breathing and pushed stressful thoughts away. The only thing your grandmother told you that you still believed in was that if you think of something specific seconds before slumber, you’ll most likely dream of it. It was best to think of something you enjoyed.

You were right.

You squinted your eyes as the sunlight hit your face, wiggling your toes into the soil. Caterpillars and birds passed by, keeping their distance from you but watching your every move. It was like they were your own guardian angel, protecting you from the world, sheltering you into their safe haven.

They were wrong. You don’t need them. They’re holding you down.

The familiar smell of gardenia fill up your senses, making you smile faintly at the blissful scent. You watched as the trees sway to the breeze, the end of your dress dancing around you. If only you could know where you were. Would it really help though?

The tire that was stuck with the tree fell to the ground, making you immediately approach it, careful to not step on anything living. You tucked your hair behind your ear, inspecting the tire that was now covered in dirt. In the end, you left the tire and walked around the valley, the tall, dry yellow grass tickling your legs.

Suddenly, a gazebo appeared into your vision, making you inspect it. You ran your fingers along the wooden railing, feeling the surface and noticing the paint was rather chipped. A butterfly settled onto the railing next to you, it’s blue wings standing out.

Not even beautiful things are safe from this world…

A voice whispered into your head, making you look around to find the source of the voice. Nothing. You decided to shrug it off and leave the gazebo, leaving the butterfly behind. Hearing voices isn’t rare for you, you could hear voices people often can’t hear, often confusing them when you talk about it. It never concerned you.

You kneeled to examine a flower that grew in front of you, feeling the petals and watched as a bee hovered above it, landing on it. Brushing the dirt off your knees, you continued exploring the field. Maybe it was time to wake up.

Wait.

You spotted someone where the tree was located, staring straight at you with an intimidating look, a look that makes you want to retreat and wake up. However, you decided to approach him, carefully watching him as you get closer in case he wasn’t what you thought he was. He now stared at you with a rather bored expression, watching your every move.

When you finally reached him, you decided to examine him. He’s pale, slender and has blond hair that was clearly dyed. He looked attractive, in your opinion but you remembered he wasn’t real, he was just a person in your dream. You kept reminding yourself that.

“What are you doing here?”

His sudden words knocked you out of your trance, you parted your lips, waiting for words to come out of your mouth but nothing happened. He looked at you, waiting for an answer but nothing was happening, making him sigh in the end and turn to walk away but as he was about to walk away, you grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly. He flinched when you made contact.

“Sorry. What do you mean by that? You’re in my dream.” You let go of him, aware of his sudden uncomfortableness. You finally looked into his eyes, they were the kind you could get lost in and never want to forget. It forged a memory into your mind, never letting that moment go.

“I know that…but why are you approaching me? You aren’t supposed to see me.” He mumbled the last bit, making you furrow your brows. You aren’t supposed to see him? Why not? Is he one of the spirits your grandmother talked about? No, that can’t be. You shook your head, trying to deny the obvious.

“Are you the reason for all the weird stuff happening in my apartment?” You asked, he didn’t answer. He walked away from you, attempting to escape but you jogged to him, trying to keep up and eventually, you did. He didn’t look at you this time, he looked straight ahead.

“Are you a spirit?” No answer.

“Why are you haunting me?” No answer.

“Can you appear in the real world?” No answer.

“How did you die?” No answer.

“What year did you d-”

“Can you be quiet please?” He snapped, making you frown at his sudden outburst but decided to remain quiet, walking along with him. Maybe now is the perfect time to wake up, escaping from him. Now that you think about it, you don’t even know his name. Does he know your name?

“Of course I know your name, Y/N.” He mumbled, sticking his hands into his pockets. You looked at the side of his face, it showed no emotion whatsoever. He reminded you of a robot.

“What’s your name then?” He looked at the ground, brushing dirt off his jeans and looked straight ahead once again. “Why do you want to know?” He said, making you frown. Wasn’t it obvious?

“To address you by your name.” You answered, making him scoff at that. Did you say anything wrong? You replayed the words you said over and over, nothing.

“Are you going to wake up?” He suddenly asked, making you stare at him once more. He didn’t look at you. You looked behind you, the tree that held your first meeting was long gone from your vision.

“Eventually. I just want to see where you’re taking us.” He frowned at that. Oh no, you thought. Is he seriously going to murder me in my own dream? He scoffed at that, making you stare at him in utter confusion and curiosity. “Why would I murder you?” He finally stopped in front of you and made you look at him. A slight smirk formed into his lips.

“Just wake up already.”

…

You fluttered your eyes open, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. It was 3 in the morning, making you sigh. You were used to waking up in the middle of the night and being unable to go back to sleep. Sighing, you got off the bed and decided to head to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

He still haunted your mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about him and his voice. You tried to not forget his face, his appearance, his body…everything. As you poured the cold water into the glass cup, you heard what sounds like footsteps and someone sighing.

You turned and nearly screamed.

It was him. He was staring at you as he sat on the counter, waiting for you to say something. “Holy fucking shit.” You whispered, careful to not scream. He furrowed his brows at your reaction, scratching the back of his head.

“Y-you…” You trailed off, still shocked over his presence. “You’re real.” You finally said, barely a whisper. He scoffed at that, looking around and watched as your dog walked into the kitchen due to the noise. Can he see him?

“Not really. I’m just a presence.” He mumbled, getting off the counter and kneeled to pet your dog, your dog didn’t seem to care that he couldn’t see him. He scratched his stomach, not showing any emotion as usual.

“His name is Apollo.” You muttered, not expecting him to care but he looked up at you, nodding at your information. It sort of made you smile at the sight of him scratching Apollo’s stomach, you never knew he had a soft side for dogs.

“Care to finally tell me why you’re here anyway?” He finally stopped petting Apollo and stood up, staring at the ground and leaned against the counter. The moonlight made his hair shine brightly in a majestic way, it would’ve made you fall in love but you reminded yourself he isn’t real.

“I want to see what the real world looks like, is that a crime?” You shrugged, sipping your water in front of him. He looked at your injured foot which now had a bandage on the injury.

“What happened there?” He asked, pointing at your foot. “I got injured.” You replied nonchalantly. He rolled his eyes at that, tilting his head slightly at you. Did you do something wrong? Did you upset him?

“No shit, Y/N. I meant, how?” You frowned at that but decided to not get angered by his response. “Stepped on a shard of glass, why?” He looked at the sink, watching the tiny drops of water hit the ground.

“I’m just curious, that’s all.” He mumbled. “Whatever. Mind telling me what your name is?” He rolled his eyes and sat on the counter once again, messing up his hair and finally looked at you.

“Yoongi.” He whispered.

“Huh?” He did a ‘tsk’ sound, looking at the window.

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” He repeated.

Min Yoongi, you kept repeating his name over and over in your mind. It was a beautiful name in your opinion, it was something that would be forged into your brain, it would take years for you to forget that name.

“Why are you haunting me?” You decided to ask, he only shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. He got off the counter and opened the freezer, pulling out a pint of ice cream. It was like he lived here, he knew his way around the house. He pulled out a spoon and scooped out chocolate, inserting it into his mouth.

“It wasn’t like I had an option, Y/N. If I did, I would just haunt some house or something instead of a person.” He answered nonchalantly, shutting his eyes tightly as the coldness of the ice cream got to him. Can spirits even eat ice cream? Those were questions you never got to ask your grandmother. It was clearly a yes due to Yoongi eating ice cream right now.

“Stop staring at me, it’s creepy,” He mumbled, licking the chocolate off his lips. You immediately looked at the ground, leaning against the sink and wondering what else to say. You couldn’t think of anything else besides how did you die? or who were you when you were alive? If anything, questions like that will piss him off.

“Are you going to just stand there?” You shrugged. You sort of wanted to stare at Min Yoongi eating ice cream for no logical reason whatsoever. It was like he put you in a trance, making you do stuff you normally don’t do. Is that a good or bad thing? You’ll never know.

“If you’re just going to raid my fridge, you might as well disappear now before I get some ghost exterminator or something.” You threatened, making him snort in response.

“You think that’s a threat? Pathetic.” You frowned at that. Shouldn’t he be scared? Maybe you should call the ghost exterminator right now to get rid of him now so he wouldn’t eat your food.

So you did just that.

“I don’t sense anything out of the ordinary…” The so called ‘ghost exterminator’ announced. Besides that title, his name is just Kim Namjoon. You sighed in frustration at that and looked around the room.

“Are you sure? He was bothering me all night! He even appeared in my dream last friday!” You exclaimed, making him arch an eyebrow at the information.

“He appeared in your dream? Maybe this isn’t a regular spirit then.” He rubbed his forehead at that. Then what is a regular spirit? Your best guess is that they just appear and don’t interact with you.

“Does he talk to you?” You nodded.

“What does he say?” Many things, you thought.

“He just responds to stuff I ask so nothing in particular.” He raised an eyebrow at that.

“And what do you ask him?”

“What’s his name and all that shit.”

“And what’s his name?”

“Min Yoongi.” He frowned at that but got rid of it before you can ask about it.

“Do you…hear him when he’s not in sight?”

“Not really. When he’s close, I can hear his whispering.” He nodded and wrote it down on his beaten up notebook.

“Can you smell him? Like, catch a whiff of his scent?” You instantly nodded. It was clear that the smell from last week you detected in your room was him. You’ve come to love that smell, it was a nice smell anyway.

“Does he go away when you tell him to?”

“I don’t tell him to go away.” You replied shyly, a bit embarrassed that you haven’t attempted that.

“Alright. Try that and if it doesn’t work, I’ll check it out again.” You nodded and watched as he exits the apartment, leaving his business card behind on the table. You let out a sigh, looking at the ceiling of the kitchen. Did you really want to get rid of him? It wouldn’t be a burden if he was there but at the same time, it was.

“You seriously tried to get rid of me? How come?”

You flinched when you realized he was standing behind you, his familiar scent attacking you nose after you noticed him. You faced him, widening your eyes but frowning once you realize he was holding a popsicle. How? When? Why?

“Turns out you have an impressive popsicle stock, Y/N.” He bit a part of the popsicle off, chewing it while staring at you. This time, he had a blue shirt covering his red sleeve shirt with grey sweats. It was a little big on him but in a perfect way. You noticed he was wearing socks now

“Quit stealing my popsicles. That’s violation against property.” You yelled but he ignored you, finishing the red popsicle and throwing the popsicle stick away in the trash can.

“Says who?”

“Says the owner of the beloved popsicles and the owner is in fact, me.” You pointed at yourself, making him roll his eyes and grab another popsicle, ignoring your whining and complaints.

“You’re acting like a child. Stop it, it’s weird.” He muttered as you tried to reach his extended hand upwards. You pouted as he successfully bit the top off the popsicle.

“At least I don’t steal other people’s popsicles, Mr. I’m a genius at pretty much everything.” He scoffed at the given nickname, smirking slightly but wasn’t noticed by you.

“What am I supposed to do then? Scare the living shit out of people? No thanks, I prefer to just steal and sleep.” You rolled your eyes at that, watching as he devours his second popsicle.

“Why can’t you just be a regular spirit for once?” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. He only scoffs at that and walks past you to throw the second popsicle stick away.

“Why? Do you want me to scare you?” You shrugged. If anything, having something scare you was better than having a paranormal thief in your apartment. Especially one that wakes you up in the middle of the night just to play with Apollo or have a pointless conversation with you.

“You can try. I doubt you’ll scare me.” You offered, making him roll his eyes.

“No thanks. I don’t want to waste my precious energy on a meaningless human like you.” He muttered, making you scoff and toss an apple at his back, making him turn and stare at you in annoyance.

“Why are you still here anyway? Don’t you have someone better to haunt and steal from?” He shook his head.

“Let’s see…Hoseok is the type to have a heart attack if I do end up messing with him so I rather not. Jimin is too annoying to be around with so I prefer to not lose my temper with him.” You frowned at that.

“So you chose a stranger? Out of all the friends you have?” He nodded and sat in his usual spot on the counter, making you shake your head in disbelief.

“Your unbelievable…” You whispered, pouring yourself a cup of coffee and Yoongi immediately joined you, pouring himself his own cup of coffee.

“Can spirits even do this sort of thing?” You asked in confusion, sipping your coffee and watched as he sipped his own.

“Like what?” You put down your mug.

“Physical stuff like touching other people and holding stuff, y’know?” He frowned at that, turning to lean against the counter, watching the window with furrowed brows.

“I guess so.”

Ding Dong!

You immediately sprinted to the door, opening it just to reveal your friend, Kim Taehyung with his boxy smile and a pizza box.

“Hey Y/N! Pepperoni, right?” You nodded and let him in, he followed you into the living room and put the pizza box on the coffee table. You turned on the television and told him to find a good movie to watch on Netflix, he immediately did as told.

You went to the kitchen to grab some cups and soda, ready to watch Netflix all day with Taehyung until you saw a certain someone. He almost gave you a heart attack as you saw him sit on the same counter he usually sits on, giving you a look of confusion.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered in a rushed tone, he only shrugged.

“Gee, I don’t know. I guess since I’m forced to haunt you, I sort of have to follow you.” He replied, making you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. Do whatever you want but don’t you dare try to enter the living room or I swear to god I’ll-” You were cut off by Yoongi’s index finger on your lips.

“Alright, alright. Go.” You left the kitchen, leaving fate in Yoongi’s hands. You shouldn’t have trusted him. After a few weeks of having him around, he isn’t someone to be trusted so easily for a reason.

“I picked E.T. is that okay?” You nodded with a smile, knowing it was his favorite after all. You gave him a glass of soda and he accepted it with a ‘thanks’ and a boxy smile.

“It’s a shame Jungkook couldn’t make it today.” You mumbled, mainly to yourself since he was focused on the movie. Jungkook couldn’t make it due to his new clingy girlfriend. You two obviously didn’t approve but were forced to accept it.

“Out of all the movies, he picked this one.” A familiar voice said, making you turn to the source. Yoongi. You furrowed your brows at him, silently pleading for him to leave but he wouldn’t budge, relaxing on the armchair.

“Relax Y/N, it’s not like he can see me.” He reassured but it didn’t help. You itched to kick Yoongi out but of course, he wasn’t listening to you.

Asshole.

“I’m really tempted to slap you right about now!” You yelled after Taehyung left but Yoongi just ignored you, devouring strawberry after strawberry.

“Can you relax, Y/N? He didn’t see anything strange so relax.” You scoffed at that, almost slamming the fridge shut but you regained control.

“I know that but what would’ve happened if you screwed up or something?” He rolled his eyes, eating yet another strawberry. You sighed in frustration, walking over to him to snatch the bowl full of strawberries. He frowned at that.

“Give it back.” He ordered, you shook your head, putting the bowl on the counter facing him.

“Not until you admit you did a mistake.” He scoffed at that, looking anywhere but you. Your dog walked in due to the noise, looking around and seeing what appears to be you talking to yourself in his vision. What if dogs can see supernatural beings like him?

“But I didn’t do a mistake. It’s not like he could see me anyway.” He started to raise his voice, losing his patience but you wouldn’t surrender that easily.

“But what if you made something fall like a mug or something that would get him freaked out? Tae gets curious over stuff like that easily.” He huffed, finally looking at you in the eye.

“Who gives a shit, Y/N? Just give it back.”

“Make me.” You yelled. He stared at you in disbelief for a few minutes before getting off the counter and start walking towards you, stopping when you two were only inches apart

It was like time slowed down. Everything was muted except the sound of you breathing and your heartbeat. Many emotions emerged at once, it made you overwhelmed. You wanted something to happen, something that you didn’t have the courage to say. Is he going to do it?

Little did you know that he was grabbing the bowl behind you and as soon as you realized it, he was already walking back to his original spot, devouring the rest of the strawberries. You frowned at that, disappointed that he didn’t do what you hoped for.

“What did you hope for then?” He asked, reading your mind. You widened your eyes, trying to think of perfect lies but nothing appeared. However, he was right. What did you hope for? What did you want from him that you desperately wanted only a few minutes ago?

“Nothing.”

He didn’t believe it but decided to just end the topic.

“Are you going to just stay here while I go to bed?” He shrugged, putting the empty bowl in the sink.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” He answered, making you roll your eyes.

You went to your bedroom, closing the door and dived into your covers. The faint smell of orange was still in the air but now it wasn’t that strong as it used to be. Just a presence, you thought. It has only been a few weeks since you met Min Yoongi. The dreams you had involved him, he was always there.

Just a presence.

Unlike the first encounter, he never talked to you. He avoided your gaze and dodged your attempts to grab his wrist. All you ever felt in your dreams was coldness. He’s cold. He’s ice. Whenever you look at his direction, chills get sent down your spine. It was like he had full control of your reactions.

Wham!

You rubbed your forehead after the impact, mumbling curses.

“Sorry! Are you alright?”

You looked up, widening your eyes at the realization that the person is Jungkook. You slowly nodded, watching as he rambles on and on over how it wasn’t his fault and that he was sorry. He gives you a slight look of concern as you look around nervously.

“Are you lost or something? I can help you.” You offered but you rejected his offer, letting him go. You stared at his back as he walked away into the busy, rainy streets you called home. Was this a memory? It felt like deja vu. Could this be? Most likely.

You decided to explore. It was a dream anyway so might as well. The drops of rain landed on your extended arm, you watched as it slid off, hitting the ground soon after. The cars driving by were often loud, splashing a bit of water into the streets.

“Hey Y/N!” You looked to your right, finding Taehyung running towards you with his boxy smile and wet hair. You immediately waved at him, laughing as he finally reached you, panting like he ran a marathon.

“Did you get the results for the history exam we had last week?” He asked. You nodded. You weren’t controlling yourself, it was definitely a memory. Was that how you met Jungkook? By bumping into him and him apologizing to you as if he shot you.

“What’d you get? I got a 78…” He looked down glumly, staring at the ground in shame. You laughed a bit, playing with his wet hair now that it was in your reach until he finally looked up at you.

“98. I told you to study but you didn’t listen. That’s what you get.” He pouted, later whining about how it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t study, he wanted to play video games and such. You just rolled your eyes at all of his excuses.

“Anyway, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the farm by now?” He shook his head, walking with you to nowhere in particular. Now that the school has given the students a week long break, you didn’t have to have mental breakdowns every weekday.

“Tomorrow I’ll be there. What about you? Going anywhere?” You nodded.

“America. Only for a few days obviously.” He looked at you with wide eyes, like when a kid is offered candy.

“America? Send me pictures and videos please!”

“You know I will.” You promise, his smile appearing in return.

“I have to go back, I’ll see you later Y/N!” You nodded and waved goodbye to him as he ran off. America? You didn’t even remember most of your trip to America. You only remembered the airport. Perhaps you have the photos saved in your phone.

As you passed by shops, you caught their various smells. The candle shop you passed by smelled like flowers, roses in particular. The bakery smelled like vanilla and bread obviously. A familiar orange smell was captured, making you smile softly at that.

Wait.

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Orange? You looked around, trying to find a hint of him but nothing was spotted. Maybe it was just a coincidence. No. That smell isn’t common. It was a special smell. You bumped into people, apologizing to them as you searched for him. He was nowhere in sight.

“Yoongi?” You called. No one responded.

You realized this part isn’t a memory. Now you gained control over your dreams. You crossed multiple streets, trying to find him or call his name but you still got nothing. Where is he?, you thought.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” One of the people you bumped into yelled as you ran past them. You turned to look at him.

“Sorry!”

You continued running, you don’t even know why you’re running. Is finding Min Yoongi that important to you? Yes. You almost tripped on a pebble on the concrete but you managed to regain balance, crossing streets in a rush, everything became a blur.

Then…

It happened.

It all happened at once. You itched to repeat the moment over and over to analyze everything, find out why it happened. How. As you ran to cross another street, you stumbled into it. You didn’t even realize it was red until you heard tires screeching, horns blaring and a-

“Watch out!”

Before you knew it, you were pushed to the concrete, landing harshly but that didn’t matter. You immediately sat up, watching the scene play before you. It was all in slow motion. A pale man with dyed hair pushed you away as the car attempted to stop but it failed.

He got hit.

When he fell, a crowd surrounded him and a painful ringing began in your ears. You rejected people’s offer of help and immediately ran to the person, examining his features. You didn’t care that you could barely see anything due to the rain and the blurriness, you wanted to help him.

“He hit his head when he fell.” One of the people noted, another ordering someone to call an ambulance. You choked out a sob, covering your mouth with your hand. You didn’t know why you were crying, you don’t even know him.

As you examined his face once more, you noticed something familiar. Too familiar.

No…

Suddenly, your nose was clogged with the smell of oranges. You let out a shriek, stumbling away from him in horror. You covered your mouth in shock, tears streaming down your face in realization who it was.

“Yoongi…” You said, barely a whisper.

That’s how he died? Is that why he’s with you? Because you two connect until his last breath? Just thinking about it brought even more tears. You hoped this was just a dream, not a memory. It had to be. You wouldn’t be able to han-

You gasped and sat up, looking around your surroundings. The lamp was still on, the pale curtains covered the window. The painting your mom gave you as a birthday present was hung next to the mirror. Apollo was fast asleep next to your bed, unbothered by the sudden movements.

Home.

You came back home.

“What woke you up this time?”

You turned to find Yoongi in his usual comfortable attire, sipping his coffee as he stares at you, leaning against the door frame with his usual emotionless face.

“Yoongi…” You whispered.

“You’re out of sugar packets. I considered getting some myself but I got lazy at the end. You should consider just buying two whole boxes, it makes life easier, y’know? I did that befor-” He trailed off, examining your face, frowning a bit.

“Y/N…” He mumbled, walking towards you, kneeling to look up at you.

“Are you seriously crying?” He asked with concern, wiping your tears away as you sniffled rather loudly. “It’s just sugar packets…you don’t have to cry about it.” You stifled a laugh and pushed his hand away.

“Why are you crying?” You looked at him, new tears threatening to escape. He looked like he just woke up, looking tired and full of concern. The only time Min Yoongi has ever expressed emotion.

“You saved me.” You whispered, making him frown.

“Huh?” Suddenly, you engulfed him in a hug, falling off the bed and landing on top of him. He awkwardly stayed still, stiffening at your embrace.

“You died from the car accident. You pushed me out of the way.” You whispered, inhaling his scent that you’ve come to love. You wanted to stay like that forever.

“Why?” You asked, waiting for him to answer but he remained speechless until he sat the two of you up, staring into each other’s eyes. He looked at the carpet, clutching the hem of his shirt tightly.

“I don’t know.” He finally replied.

“Do you regret it?”

“You know I don’t.”

You two remained silent after that, staring at each other. It was normal for you to look at Min Yoongi. You two had constant stare downs that usually ended with either one of you walking away. Now that you two were up close, you noticed the little things about him. Sure, it happened before after Taehyung left but this…this is different.

You didn’t know who did it first but soon, you two were leaning in, your eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. Before you knew it, you felt soft lips pressed against your own. You two pulled away as soon as it started, staring at each other.

“I-I’m sorry, I should-” You stopped his apology by pressing your lips against his, he immediately responded. You pulled away after what seemed to be forever.

“I’m surprised spirits can even do this.” You mumbled, making him smile. A real one. You melted after seeing it for the first time. A real genuine smile. Not some smirk that drove you insane.

“I waited for so long to do this.” He admitted, making you smile at him.

Min Yoongi.

He saved your life.

He sacrificed himself for you.

He’s the reason why you’re still breathing.

And he doesn’t regret it at all.

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