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paring ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ general, MASSIVE WARNING for abuse, specifically parental both emotional and physical, PLEASE proceed with caution, also blood

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CH 8 ~ SELF-DEFENSE (wc: 1.9k)

"Bye Bin!" You shout out the front door as Changbin heads out to get his parents from the airport. It's been a long week, weird occurrences since the whole thing with Minho happening throughout. You wonder how he's doing now after everything, getting closure and all that, but you're not close enough to ask.

As the day goes on, the sky gets dark, and you find yourself closing up shop in no time. Before you flip the open sign, you spot a box sitting by the door with a note and step outside. The box is small, and you assume this must be what Minho had sent as you pick it up, kicking the door shut behind you. Placing the package down on the counter, you read the note to yourself.

"Thought you might want to see these, signed 'L.M.'" You set the note down and grab the closest sharp thing- a pair of pruning shears- and slice the tape.

Inside is a small stack of photos and a folded up piece of paper. Taking the stack of photos into your hands, you immediately recognize the little boy in the photos as Hyunjin. Your heart aches slightly as you look through the rest, and there's a slight chill in the air. You look around the empty flower shop.

"Jeongin?" You call out; no answer.

You have to bite your lip to hold in a laugh, grabbing the folded piece of paper from the box as your phone buzzes next to you. Jeongin can wait.

"'Dug these up, thought you'd want to see', signed M." You read aloud, placing the note to the side. "Thanks, Minho."

Grabbing the stack of photos, you carefully pull off the rubber band holding the delicate items together. There are folds and cracks and pieces missing, love obvious in each photograph as you file through them. Some are of Hyunjin, and some are of you, both little kids living impossibly different lives. You're surprised to find one of both of you looking to be on some kind of play-date, and that's when you realize the photos of each of you alone are taken in the same park as this one. Your parents were hiding these from you.

A sick feeling rises in your throat. Why didn't they want you to see these when they clearly made an effort for the two of you to meet as kids? And... why didn't the play-dates continue? Everything gives you a strange feeling as you flip to the last photo. The house feels familiar, but you can't place why. Hyunjin stands next to his father, one hand holding onto Hyunjin's shoulder tightly. No one is smiling. The address is clear in the photo.

"I wonder..." You whisper to yourself, reaching over for your laptop. It doesn't take long for you to find the small house, seeing the current owners are renting it out. The location isn't far, only a thirty minute drive across town. With a few clicks, you have the place booked for this weekend.

"What are you planning?" A voice behind you asks.

Jeongin is leaning against the wall, his apparition flickering in and out with the little energy he has. It's clear the toll it's taking showing up to you physically, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths, like he's trying to calm down. His knuckles grip the back counter tightly, and his eyebrows are practically pressed together with effort. Instinctively, you move closer to him. The simple action has his body relaxing ever so slightly.

"I thought seeing where he grew up might be... I don't know," You sigh, not understanding the impulsive decision yourself. "I also thought you couldn't-"

"Maybe I wanted to see your face too," Jeongin admits quietly, looking away from you, and you swear you can see a flash of red on his face.

"Going back might bring up a memory," You think out loud, leaning against the other side of the counter across from him. Wood digs into your back, and you stretch your neck as you speak. "Like at the playground and the lake, who knows. It's the only thing I can think of, and something tells me we don't have much time left."

"What makes you say that?" Jeongin shifts, eyeing you.

"Ominous texts and whatnot, nothing crazy... yet." A sigh leaves your lips, shaking your head at the thought of potentially being in danger. "And the ghosts too, they've become more... frequent, I suppose. Noticing me more, haunting my dreams."

"I didn't realize how bad it's gotten," Jeongin says softly, rubbing his left arm. "I'm sorry, Y/n. You shouldn't have gotten tangled up in all of this. Whatever this is."

"I don't mind," You shrug, a small smile forming. "I got to meet you, didn't I?"

"It's a bit musty in here," You say, nose wrinkling as you walk into the small house.

No wonder the owners let you rent it out so quickly. The neglect and lack of use is evident as you go further into the house, only taking a moment to kick off your shoes. Dust covers every surface, your fingerprints leaving their mark on each piece of furniture you touch. There's an old arm chair in the living room that squeaks when you sit down, the fabric worn; you wonder if any of this furniture belonged to Hyunjins family or not.

Behind you, Jeongin paces the kitchen slowly, taking in the atmosphere. You're not sure he's remembering much, no memories beginning to take place around you, and you definitely don't want to press. A place like this is sure to bring up something a lot more sensitive than a couple playground conversation, something more personal, intimate. Whatever went on in this house, it couldn't have been good, you just get that vibe with the sudden chill in the air. Standing, you make your to get a glass of water, throat parched.

"Nothing yet?" You glance at Jeongin. His appearance has become more visible in your presence, and you don't find your energy being drained. Strange, how that only happens with Jeongin.

"No," He huffs, shaking his head. "Nothing at all-"

"Shit-" You accidentally cut Jeongin off, the glass you tried grabbing falling to the floor by your feet. "Ugh, no. Dammit."

You mumble to yourself as you crouch down and try picking up the bigger pieces, tossing them into the garbage under the sink. When you turn the direction of the broom closet, you catch Jeongin staring at something in the corner of you eye, focusing on him instead. Following his eyes, you hear it before you see it.

Arguing, slammed doors, footsteps stomping down the stairs. A now familiar head of blond hair comes into sight, groaning at whatever was just said. He moves between where you and Jeongin are in the kitchen, grabbing a bag off the counter that wasn't there previously.

"Sorry you don't agree," Hyunjin hisses, moving past the other man, who you now recognize as his father. "But I can't stay here any longer! I can't! You don't understand how suffocating it is."

"I don't understand how I raised someone so ungrateful," His father says, dangerously low.

Hyunjin pauses, hand hovering above the doorknob, then turns. There's a moment where his mask cracks, revealing the fear he's feeling in this moment. You can't tear your eyes away from the scene unveiling in front of you. How are you seeing this if Jeongin wasn't there?

"Ungrateful?" Hyunjin steps forward, acting more confident than he feels. "Try neglected, trapped, whatever."

"And try disobeying me one more time-" His father moves suddenly, grabbing the back of Hyunjins head by the hair with one hand, the other grabbing the hand holding the bag. "-see where that gets you."

In this position, it's difficult for Hyunjin to fight back, the fear from earlier now clear on his face as he looks up to his father. Without releasing his grip, his father drags him into the living area, right by the arm chair you sat in earlier, a different coffee table right beside it. Tossing Hyunjin to the ground, he grabs the bag, now lying abandoned by the door where it was dropped. Pages fly out of the open zipper, and his father wastes no time picking them up and ripping them apart- you can just barely make out the letters of one page, and realize it's the script for the movie him and Jeongin auditioned for.

With a small noise of pain, Hyunjin stumbles back into the kitchen, holding his wrist with one hand. Before he can get much further, his father is back on him, and you find yourself flinching back from the scene. It's hard watching this unfold, knowing there's nothing you can do to stop it. Across from you, Jeongin is frozen, lips parted slightly.

"Running away, like you always do," His father grunts, yanking Hyunjin back by his neck. "Should have gotten rid of you too... done nothing by make my life more difficult. 'Oh, I wanna be an actor', and I want you to be able to have a stable life, is that really too much to ask?"

The grip he has on Hyunjin loosens, but only for a moment, enough to let Hyunjin slip back onto the floor with a gasp. "Dad-"

"No, I've had enough of you taking advantage of everything I've provided for you." Once again, his fathers hands are on him, lifting him by the shoulders and pushing him against the kitchen counter- hard. A few empty bottles roll off and break, the sound of glass shattering ringing in your ears.

"Stop it!" Hyunjin's shout brings you back, seeing his body move on its own, pushing his father back enough to trip and fall backwards.

It's silent, the only sound a loud crack as his father's head hits the corner of the coffee table. Hyunjins breathing is shallow, and he's unable to move from where he's staring at his father's unmoving body.

"D-dad?" Hyunjin's voice barely comes out. With shaky legs, he crouches down beside his father, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Dad. Wake up. No, no, no, no..."

A few minutes pass, Hyunjins quiet sobs filling the air as he keeps shaking his father. You swallow, a giant lump forming in your throat, only for your heart to skip a beat as his father finally moves. The movement is sluggish, but somehow still powerful as his fist comes up to connect with Hyunjins jaw, causing the boy to lose balance.

"Why would you do that?" His father's words are slightly slurred, one hand clutching the back of his head as he advances on a scrambling Hyunjin, back toward where you stand in the kitchen.

One of Hyunjins hands find the neck of a bottle, holding the sharp end aimed at his father when his back hits the cupboard behind him.

"Don't come any closer," Hyunjins voice shakes, tears still falling.

His father laughs. "You were always so weak."

Everything happens too quickly- the lunge, the stab, the blood pouring all over Hyunjin. A strangled noise comes from one of the two bodies, but you can't tell who from. Neither one moves for a while, and you think the memory is over for a moment. That is, until Hyunjin pushes his father's body off of him, and you see the bottle sticking into his father's neck. The scene is brutal, frightening, and with trembling limbs, Hyunjin crawls over to his discarded back. He fumbles with the smaller pocket, then takes out a phone. After dialing a number, he lies on the floor, staring at the dead body now decorating his kitchen tiles.

"Innie," His voice cracks as he speaks. "I need you. Now."

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