summary: you live next door to a rather rundown and troubled house. nobody’s lived there for years; you think.
word count: 3035
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‘dear yeonjun,
how’s summer camp? i bet it’s much better than being stuck here, but my stupid allergies kept me back. ugh, i miss you. i’ll be sure to let you know if anything exciting happens here, though i doubt anything will.’
BANG
you paused, what was that? after waiting a few minutes, no other noise came after.
‘all i can do is play piano and write to you. tell me who wins the tug of war competition, because i doubt you will! just kidding. come back soon, it’s quiet without you.’
you finished your letter to yeonjun, a content sigh escaping you as the printer immediately began to spit out the product.
you were about to put your letter into an envelope, when you heard another crash, and a large rock came flying through your front window. immediately getting up, you grabbed the phone and dialed 911.
“hello? 911 i think somebody’s trying to break into my house-!” you yelled into the phone.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“didn’t you hear me? somebody is trying to get into my house-!”
“hello? is anybody on the line-?”
“yes, i’m right here-! can you hear me? hello-? hello? the phone isn’t working-!”
dial tone.
“they hung up? ugh!”
you headed to the front door and peaked outside; nobody was there. running outside, you heard a voice call your name. screaming, you started to sprint down the street. letting out another scream, you tripped on the street, only to look up and see a black figure towering over you. another scream ripped through your throat, and you curled up on the ground, hoping it was just a dream.
“where i come from, we usually just say hello.”
a tall boy emerged from the shadows, a bright smile playing on his face.
“there’s somebody trying to break into my house-!” you responded, getting up. “they even knew my name! it was creepy-!”
“creepy weird-? or creepy scary?”
“why do you care- can i go to your house and call somebody? my phone doesn’t work-!”
“i like scary things!” the stranger responded, ignoring your pleas. “come on, let’s go look!”
“what-? no!” before you could stop him, he was already heading to the back of your house, once again lost in the dark.
“help, help! oh please help!” you heard him cry out, and you honestly felt like crying.
“hello? . . oh my-” you got up and headed through the bushes, feeling your legs shake a little.
from behind you in the dark, somebody grabbed onto your shoulders, causing you to scream yet again. “haha, got ya! there was nobody there.”
“stop messing around! who through that rock then-? who knew my name-?”
he paused, looking up to see a kite in your tree. “the shadow was just a kite, maybe we should call the police and charge the kite with trespassing.”
“what do you mean?” you asked, confused.
“i live here now. shit, i gotta go-” he noticed the front door of his house opening, and before you could say a word and turn from staring at the kite, he was already gone, the door shut behind him.
weird.
‘dear yeonjun,
so finally something happened. yesterday, i met this really weird boy, and i think he’s a ghost. i mean, he said he moved into the old house next door, y’know, the one that burned down, but it still looks empty. he’s cute. kinda weird. something is off about him. . . anyway, i still miss you. how long is camp anyway? maybe you can meet him when you come back. i don’t even know his name though.’
“mailman!”
shit, you were too late to deliver it! running outside, you saw your local mailman already speeding off. “come back!” you whined, but the engine of his large white mail truck covered up your pleas.
looking ahead, two boys were biking in front, and another was rushing after them. he looked new, but you knew everybody that moved into this neighbourhood; when did he get here? you noticed that he was falling behind, the two other boys were way farther ahead.
“look out!” you screamed, and he looked up to see the mailtruck speeding right into his intended path. with a large ‘skrrt’ he managed to crash into a pile of trashcans, thankfully not in front of the truck. you rushed over, helping him out of the trash.
“are you alright?” you questioned, a frown covering your features as he stood up, much taller than you.
“yeah, i just smell like shit now.” he answered gruffly, shaking his own hair.
“c’mon loser, why’d you just crash like that?” one of the two boys called from farther down the street.
“what friends you have . . .” you muttered. “you almost died just now!”
“i just moved in, i gotta show the kids i’m not chicken.” the stranger huffed, a crooked grin crossing his features.
“you didn’t just move in, i know everybody in this tiny neighbourhood!” you exclaimed, looking around.
“maybe i did a sneaky on you- i just moved into 49 frances place.” he responded with a smile, pointing to the house next to yours.
“i would’ve noticed, really, that’s right next to mine!” you pointed to the house next to his, crossing your arms. “besides, yours burned down three years ago and hasn’t been up since, mr. . . jung.” you stared at the name plastered onto his mailbox, not knowing what else to call him.
to that, the stranger frowned, looking between the two houses before shrugging. “hoseok.”
you responded with your name, holding your hand out to shake his. your very quick introduction was interrupted by the two kids on their bikes.
“we’re gonna leave without you hoseok!” one of the boys called out. “c’mon taehyung, let’s just go without him now. . . who’s he talking to?”
“i’m coming i’m coming-! i gotta go, see you around.” hoseok breathed out, hopping back onto his bike and avoiding the trash. with a small sigh, you turned to head back to your house, only to see a rather large imprint of hoseok’s frame left in the dirt. “huh? . .”
‘dear yeonjun,
the kid is really weird. i definitely think he’s a ghost. i wanna go and check out his house. spy on him or something. but that’d be wrong, wouldn’t it? wouldn’t it? . .’
as you thought out your next letter and peaked around his house, you turned around to see none other than hoseok, and you gasped, a bit startled.
“what are you doing here?” he questioned, peeking around as if it were unsafe.
“oh- uh . . hi! i was just making sure you were okay. . from the bike crash.” bullshit.
“y-yeah, i’m okay.” he responded, scratching the back of his neck.
“so, can i check out your house? i bet it’s really fixed up!” you smiled brightly.
hoseok jumped a bit, startled. “no! i-i mean, not right now, it’s uh . . kind of a mess, still moving in. oh! but c’mon, i wanna show you something.”
he headed to his backyard, and you stared at his house a bit too long, before realizing you’d lost track of hoseok. frowning, you ran after him, only to see the backyard was empty.
looking around, you noticed the entrance to a basement. hearing your name being called from it, you only laughed. “very funny, come out hoseok, i know it’s a joke.”
it called your name again, and you huffed, trekking down the stairs into an unlit and filled up basement. “hoseok-! not funny. i know you’re in here.” you began to peek around, and didn’t notice your hands, which began to shake a bit with fear.
you looked around a corner and saw a large shadow, but nobody to produce it. screaming, you sprinted back toward the exit as best you could, a few boxes falling over in the process.
“you can’t run from me . .” the shadow cackled, following after you.
you reached the exit, only to notice . . it was locked?
“help-! help! hoseok, stop it!” you cried out, banging against the exit doors.
the shadow only laughed in response to your pleas, the laughter coming closer. with one good slam against the door, it burst open, causing you to tumble outside. you stood up and turned around, yelling as you saw hoseok standing right in front of you.
“y-you’re not real-! you’re a ghost!” you screamed, sprinting off and out of his property.
“what-? what are you talking about? . .” he responded, but you were already gone.
“that didn’t just happen- that wasn’t real . . but- my imagination isn’t that strong. . that was real- hoseok is a ghost!” you frowned. “i need to do some research.”
‘house fire on frances street. despite efforts from firefighters, nobody survived.’
so he really was a ghost. the house fire took his family! ‘i have gotta check this out.’ you thought to yourself, heading over nextdoor.
“what’s with this guy? what’s taking so long? it’s like he always disappears. . . c’mon jimin, let’s get outta here.” the two biked past you like you were just air, not even saying a word as they left.
looking up, a strong wind bellowed, and the door creaked open in front of you.
“hello?” you called out, stepping into the house. no response, only the front door slamming shut behind you, causing you to gasp. who did that?
you spotted somebody cooking in the kitchen, and you called out to them.
“hello-? you must be hoseok’s mom . . is he home?” she didn’t hear you? that or she’s really good at ignoring people . .
“wait, you’re not listening to me because you’re not really here! you’re a ghost too!”
“what are you doing here?! again?” hoseok stepped in from the side, crossing his arms as he leaned on the counter.
“i know your little secret, your mom can’t even hear me because she’s a ghost too!”
“or she’s deaf.” what? “are you deaf too? she can’t hear you, or anybody, nutjob.”
“oh my god- i . . i’m so sorry, i gotta go.” you felt your lower lip tremble as you ran out of the house, hugging yourself as you did.
“wait, stop!”
hoseok’s mom turned around, staring at the empty space hoseok spoke to.
“nothing mom, just the wind. . .” he signed as he spoke before running after you.
you were about to slam the door shut behind you before a large sneaker stopped the door from closing. huffing out, you opened the door to see hoseok.
“sorry-” you both said simultaneously, causing a fit of laughter to fill the room.
“you first--” you both said again.
“you first.” you finally said, a smile covering your face.
“i-i’m sorry for yelling at you and not wanting you in the house . . i should’ve told you about my mom, and why i don’t let people in. i took you to the basement . . cause i just- i was embarrassed, i guess? . .” he sighed.
“it’s okay, i think it’s cool that you know sign language and stuff . .”
“maybe i could teach you!”
“i’d like that. .” you nodded happily.
“alright . . . your turn.”
“i just wanted to say i’m sorry for thinking you were a ghost, but i found this story off the internet, about our street . . about the housefire . . i just thought you were dead.” you handed him the story you printed out, huffing a bit.
“oh- that’s okay. i’ve never been called a ghost before. . .” hoseok laughed, and you couldn’t help but admire the smile that came onto his face.
“it won’t happen again, i promise-! it’s been a weird summer- i’ll be a normal person from now on, i swear.”
“really? swear?”
“yes.” you laughed, scrunching up your nose a bit.
hoseok grinned in response, only to frown upon reading the story. “w-wait . . the story mentions your address . . you said you live next door, right? that means . . your house was the one that burned down three years ago.”
“no, look out the window, my house is right there! . .” you trailed off, looking outside to see your house in shambles, vines covering the entire building. you ran outside and headed to the house, but hoseok stood in your way to stop you.
“it’s not safe-! don’t g-” he stopped, noticing you had walked right through him.
“you’re right . . there is a ghost around here- and it’s you!” he yelled, stepping away from you timidly.
“i-i don’t know what’s going on around here, but i know i live in that house!” you cried out, even stomping on the ground in frustration. you ran up the front steps, turning around to face hoseok.
“hoseok, are you coming?” you frowned, but he stepped away once again before sprinting off, leaving you alone at your burned down house. letting out an upset sigh, you stepped inside, slamming the door closed behind you.
the same shadow you’d seen for days now stood in the hallway, the same irritating laughter filling the house. “now he knows, and so do you.”
“how’d this happen? my house was normal just hours ago-!”
“you’ve been living your days on repeat for three years. you never truly noticed your world had changed, little one.”
you felt like crying, tears stinging your eyes as you stood there, truly feeling alone.
“you and i can haunt this world forever, all you have to do is let go.”
“how come he’s the only one that can see me? where is my family-?”
silence filled the room before the shadow responded. “all you have to do is save hoseok, tonight. those two friends of his, jimin and taehyung, they’re going to prank him tonight; they pranked you three years ago as well, with the same house fire. they’re going to do that to hoseok as well. save him at midnight tonight. if you don’t, you two will haunt this neighbourhood together, forever.”
you gasped; those two idiots killed you? this was so unfair. glancing at the clock, you noticed it was already eleven o’clock. but . . you couldn’t talk to him now, and nobody else could see you. you reached out for the fire extinguisher, but you went right through it as well.
“your energy is slowly fading, as the hour strikes closer. i can no longer help you, for i disappear at midnight as well. be successful, for not only hoseok counts on you. you and i depend on it as well.”
“w-wait! what’s your name-?”
“namjoon. i tried to save you in this house, which is why i can no longer leave it. . good luck, young ghost.”
before you could ask anymore questions, he was already gone, leaving your house empty once again.
you stood outside hoseok’s house, pacing back and forth in thought. glancing at your watch, you gasped; only ten minutes until midnight. this was awful. you spotted taehyung and jimin biking down the street, with a book bag filled with fireworks.
“tae- we shouldn’t do this . . remember what happened last time . . with- y’know.” he motioned to the house; your house, and frowned.
“shut it jimin- it was so much fun last time, you’re just a pussy. and we never got caught because i’m a genius.”
“oh god. .” you heard jimin murmur, toying with his large sweatshirt before getting off of his bike.
“c’mon, we’re gonna scare the living shit out of that hoseok kid. if he survives, he can be one in our crew; the coolest kids in town.” taehyung laughed, causing your blood to boil; you stomped over to the two, reaching for the bag, but your hand passed right through it. you were even starting to become transparent.
“stop-! please!” you cried out, but they didn’t even notice.
“let’s go . .” jimin sighed, the duo heading to the backyard. letting out a gasp, you ran up to the front door, going to knock, but just decided to walk through it.
“woah . . cool- shit, where’s hoseok?” you whispered, heading to the kitchen.
‘out for the night, gone bowling! xoxo, mom’
he’s home alone? even worse! you ran down the hallway and to his room, taking all your energy to focus and knock on the door.
“hoseok-? please come out, you’re in serious danger here.”
“yeah, from you, get out of my hou-” he was cut off, a loud bang filling his room, only slightly muffled by the door, and soon multiple others filled the room.
“hoseok!” you screamed, and when you passed through his bedroom door, he was coughing on the floor, before passing out from smoke.
“oh shit, tae we started another fucking fire!” jimin yelled from outside, and you looked up to see the pair leaning over the window.
“let’s get the fuck outta here-” taehyung yelled back, throwing one last firework before the two booked it.
you would’ve been terrified for your life, but nothing could hurt you now.
“hoseok- wake up- please-!” you tried to lift him up, but you were too much of a ghost to touch him. you looked up and saw namjoon through the smoke, squinting a bit.
“namjoon-! do something!” you pleaded, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“i cannot, for i would be changing fate.” he sighed, flickering a bit.
“fuck- wait-!” you jumped up, running to the front room. you spotted the piano and began to play, already noticing people outside who had seen the fire through the window.
“you guys hear that?” “oh my god, there’s still somebody inside!” you heard people murmur, and you continued to focus on playing.
“i’m going inside-” one voice spoke up, before you heard the door slam open and somebody run down the hall. it only took a few moments before the stranger hauled hoseok’s limp body outside, his face stained with ash and smoke.
you stopped playing and ran outside, spotting hoseok begin to regain consciousness.
“h-hoseok! you’re okay!” you smiled, noticing you yourself began to flicker.
“i can’t see you, where are you?” he whispered, and you looked down to see yourself begin to quickly fade away.
“i’m right here hoseok, i always will be.” you smiled, using the last of your energy to kiss his cheek, before you were completely gone, finally at peace.
“who are you talking to?” his mom signed, a bit worried.
hoseok smiled, staring at where you just were. “just a friend mom, just a friend.”
##. A/N it’s been awhile since i’ve written! i hope you enjoyed it :)
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summary: love comes in many forms. most times than not, it isn’t the form we want it.
word count: 580
tears. one of the many things included in your weekends. crying was the only ways you knew could get you through tough situations.
youngjae always called you a cry baby. you knew that he didn’t mean it, but anytime something came up you couldn’t handle, you would cry.
he would even tease you about it when he held you in his arms, trying to cheer you up.
“come on you crybaby, it could be worse.”
he always said that. he always tried to be positive of anything. you hated that about him. how could somebody be so optimistic when it came to anything? even in the apocalypse, he’d look on the bright side. what a sadist.
you couldn’t afford to go to college and support yourself in your own home, so you had to live with your parents. you’d lived in that house since you were seven.
youngjae lived directly across the street, and he was one of the first people you met when you moved there.
he was two grades ahead of you, and he always demanded respect from you because of that. but since he was older, he would fend off any bullies that would try and pick on you and your shyness. that’s how the two of you grew so close.
it was sunday evening, and you were crying yet again. your parents were fed up with you living in the same home they did, constantly picking and picking at the last of your confidence and sanity. they were kicking you out. where would you go?
you only left your house to go to school, unless youngjae forced you out.
youngjae. your thoughts always seemed to find their way back to him. he was your safe place, your sanctuary.
you heard conversation downstairs, shuffling, then silence. moments later steps on the stairs followed, hurried ones. a knock on your bedroom door made you turn your attention away from your tear stained pillow.
“hey— are you crying again?”
he laughed, listening to your sniffling from outside the door. he paused before speaking again.
“can... can i come in?”
no response. you couldn’t respond. you cried again instead, planting your face right back into your pillow.
you heard the door knob turn, and the door opened and shut in seconds. the mattress beside you dipped, and youngjae laid down next to you, you immediately, began crying into his shirt instead.
he sighed, gently wrapping his oddly long arms around you.
“what’s upset you this time? do i need to beat anybody up?”
he did his best to joke, not enjoying the sight of you in tears.
“my—“
you hiccuped, trying again.
“my parents are kicking.. me out of the house. they said it’s too much for them, that i’m a burden.”
at first he didn’t respond, but he started laughing instead. what was so funny?
“oh- man. why didn’t you say so sooner? you do know that my door is always open for you. haven’t i always taken good care of you?”
you sniffled, looking up at him to check for any humour in his sentence. he was being serious.
“y-you really mean it? i wouldn’t want to burden you either...”
he slid off the bed, standing and pulling you off with him.
“you? burden me? no. i wouldn’t joke about this.”
you smiled, hugging him.
“i love you so much.”
he half smiled, disappointed you would never mean it in the way he did.
summary: we live in a world with demons... and one is tired of constantly watching you.
word count: 592
autumn. dead leaves constantly falling, brisk winds blow. it’s your least favourite season. it reminds you of death, and bitterness.
it’s baekhyun’s favourite season though. you two seem to be opposites when it comes to just about everything.
you can’t quite remember when you first met, but he’s been a big part of your life.
you two have done just about everything together, walk home together, sleep in the same bed, watch movies together. he would even make meals for you, and shop with you. he always knew what was best for you.
to be honest, you don’t know a time you two haven’t been together. he even purchased an apartment for the two of you and would go to work with you.
he didn’t like leaving your side. even during school, or when you went out with friends. it upset him, and you never quite understood why.
you’ve been told that he’s a demon, and that he stays with you just for your soul. you never believed that though. baekhyun would never hurt you. he always took care of you.
whenever you asked your parents about him as a child, they said you were being funny, and that you were seeing things.
they didn’t believe baekhyun. they didn’t believe he was there. he chose to not show himself to them.
“baekhyun?” you asked quietly.
he glanced up from a book he was reading, his chain earring wavering. “yes? what is it?”
“what... what are you?”
he blinked, any motion he was making ceasing on the spot. he then smiled, setting the book down in front of him.
“why do you ask?”
you swallowed, subconsciously playing with your own fingers.
“i... i don’t know. i was just curious...”
he hummed, standing up before he sat in front of you, causing you to look down at him.
“let me ask you a question. what do you think i am?”
baekhyun always did this, turning the question on you and making you think. you sighed, looking back at your hands.
“i- i was told you’re a demon... but that wouldn’t make sense. why would you stay with me this long and take care of me like this? making sure i know right from wrong, putting bandaids over my papercuts when i stay up working too late, making sure i eat enough... why would you do all of that then?”
he couldn’t help but smile more at this, holding your hands in his. it wasn’t one of his normal smiles... it looked more like a smirk.
“i never expected you to be so funny, you should’ve believed them when they said that.”
you were extremely confused.
“what? what are you talking about?..”
he stood up, pulling your hands so you stood in front of him.
“they were right. i am a demon. and a very powerful one at that. i’ve stayed around for so long because i love you... but i can’t share you anymore. you’ll never leave my side, ever, i’ll make sure of it. i’ll take good care of you, i promise.”
before you could respond, he pulled you into his chest, and your vision went black.
you awoke in a cold sweat, eyes taking over your room frantically. just a nightmare... you squinted, feeling a slight pain in your wrist.
you looked down. some sort of black writing was written there. you rubbed at it. it stubbornly stayed. a voice immediately took you from your findings. baekhyun.
“it wasn’t a nightmare. i hope you don’t mind me keeping you with me forever.”
A/N: i would really like to start making series!! feel free to leave a comment xoxo.
summary: you live in a town trapped in a bubble... one day, curiousity takes over.
word count: 888
you knew fairies existed. after all, you had seen one before with your very own eyes. fairies aren’t as people make them out to be. sure, they have glittery wings and can fly, but they aren’t as small as a thumb. they’re regular sized and very breathtaking.
the first time you had seen one was when you were seven. the town you inhabit has picked up the belief that fairies are horrific creatures, that they steal hearts and are soulless. you never believed that though.
min yoongi. that’s what his name is. he lives in the woods outside of your town. when the two of you first met you had been picking flowers on the very edge of the bubble, as that’s where the prettiest ones grew.
he watched you there, and for a while you didn’t even notice him. the first time he saw you, he knew he wanted you to be with him forever.
when you saw him you gasped, so shocked you landed right on your bum. he didn’t react, his gaze not faltering. after a moment you labeled him as non threatening and you giggled, crossing your legs. you held a flower out to him, your hand passing through the barrier.
“here— it’s pretty, just like you!”
you chirped with a smile.
slowly, oh so slowly, the small boy approached you and you took him in. he had messy black hair and wide, jet black translucent wings. they shone like a million stars. you were in awe.
the air outside the bubble was crisp and cold. his hand brushed against yours and you shuddered, his touch was cold as well.
“...thank you.”
his voice was soft, like silk, and it only made you smile more.
“of course-!”
a silence settled after that moment and you huffed, cheeks puffing with a pout.
he parted his lips to respond, but another voice interrupted him.
“sweetie~! dinner time!”
your attention had only turned to your mothers calling for a moment, but when you turned back to the boy was walking away.
“wait! what’s your name?..”
at that, he had turned around with a smile.
“min yoongi.”
you smiled, looking down at your flowers and muttered the name to yourself. when you looked back up he had vanished, the only sign he had ever been there was the smile on your face.
that was eleven years ago. everyday you returned to that same spot by the bubble, your relationship with the fairy only growing closer. on some days he would sit so close that the only thing holding you two from touching was the bubble.
you could pass through the barrier, but yoongi could not. he said it was a magical barrier, and that fairies couldn’t pass through. whenever you asked why he always shot the question down, saying something about fairies being dangerous.
this never scared you, though. yoongi never scared you. even when he told you stories of fairies taking the hearts of others and threatening to do the same to you when you refused to share your flowers, you never got scared.
it’s been three years since you two last spoke. your parents started to get nervous about your trips out and kept you inside, only letting you go to school. you never made friends, despite their efforts to persuade you.
you only needed one friend, yoongi. some nights you could see him from the window of your room, sitting outside and waiting for you. everytime you looked, he was there. sometimes you wondered what he did, when you two weren’t with each other.
he was always waiting for you.
it’s been three years since you two last spoke, and tonight, you would change that. you looked outside, and there he was. sitting outside the bubble and looking up at your window.
you decided you would see him tonight. you picked up one end of the rope you had been plotting to use and tied it to your bed post, and threw the other end out your window. oh so carefully, you slid down the side of your house, landing on the ground with a quiet thud.
turning around, you saw yoongi, still outside the bubble. you snuck toward the edge and held your hand out, it passing through the barrier. he shuffled toward you and took your hand in his, cold digits wrapping around your hand.
“come with me.”
you shuddered at his words, looking up at him, only to find his gaze serious, yet gentle.
“but.. once you leave your bubble, you will never be able to go back. you will be mine.”
you knew exactly what he was talking about. once a fairy lead a human away from their home, they could never return. they belonged to their fairy. that’s how the myth of fairies being soulless heart stealers originated, as humans would never be seen again once running away. he seemed to have picked up on your thoughts.
“this is your choice... are you sure you’re ready?”
his fingers linked with yours, his gaze hopeful.
“yes. i’m ready.”
yoongi’s face immediately lit up, and he smiled. you stepped out of the bubble, falling into his chest from the pull you now felt toward him. he held you securely for the first time, and definitely not the last.
summary: you develop a crush on somebody unexpected... too bad you’ll never tell him.
word count: 435
it was raining, big surprise. it always rained where you reside. droplets landed upon the windowpane you watched through, people doing their best to escape the torrential weather.
a familiar voice then called from the kitchen, interrupting your thoughts.
“whiskers~! dinner time!”
it was jaebum. you had discovered his name after a few weeks of living with the owner, seeing as he always had friends over, either playing games or running out to do other things. he, unfortunately, picked a rather childish name for you. you hated it.
you were now on week five of living with the human. he had found you, curled up in a tight ball trying to keep warm on the sidewalk, on a day just like this.
to put it simply, you seemed to be stuck in this form. feline. no matter your efforts, it looked like you’d never be able to escape this reality. so, you were stuck with it, stuck with being a hopeless romantic you would never change.
pushing away the thoughts of a hopeless love life you sat yourself up and ran into the kitchen.
“here... i know you hate the brand, but rent’s due this week. please forgive me?”
if a cat could pout, that’s exactly what you’d be doing. you stared at the bowl of lumpy fish he had set down for you, scowling. this seemed to be the funniest thing he’d ever seen, as he began to cackle relentlessly.
“okay— i get it. i’ll see if we have something better for you.”
with that he hurried off to the pantry of the small, yet cozy kitchen. you sat in front of the bowl, pushing it away quickly.
when jaebum returned he blinked, looking between you and the bowl. he cleared his throat and spoke again.
“all we have is sardines... i promise it’ll be better next week, okay?”
this is how everyday seemed to go, he’d speak, wait for a response, and frown when he didn’t get one. you wish you could respond. you longed for it.
sometimes, he acted like he knew. like he could tell you were a human trapped in a cat. he made you both happy and sad. happy because you got to be with him, but sad because you couldn’t be with him.
you suddenly found yourself in his arms, incoherent words falling from his lips. some you could understand, some you couldn’t.
“it’ll be okay...” “forever..” “don’t leave me.”
all you could respond with was a small mewl, but seemed sufficient enough for him. he smiled, tears trickling down his perfectly sculpted cheeks.
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summary: college can feel pretty empty when you’re in it alone. who knew a dog could change that?
everyday after school you walk home. it gives you time to think, to admire your surroundings. you’re practically stuck inside for the entirety of your day, cramming your head full of dense information. it’s a nice break. and everyday you pass by the same houses, but there’s one in particular that always manages to make you smile.
there’s nothing special about the seemingly vacant building, with it’s light blue exterior and eggshell white shutters. but everyday, you always see a small white and black spotted puppy outside alone, watching people and cars pass by for hours. everyday he greets you, running to the fence and whining due to the large amount of space between the two of you.
he makes you smile, that black and white spotted puppy, and there isn’t a day that goes by where you don’t get to see him.
it’s december now, cold winds briskly sweeping to and fro, and the occasional day of snow will occur. for the semester long classes you take, exams started to creep up like snakes, constricting you and your sleep. basically, you looked like death, hair sticking in whichever way and dark circles settling in comfortably under your eyes.
you were on your same route home again, hot chocolate in your grasp. you had doubted the power of winter, and it had decided to laugh in your face, the temperature in the quite intolerable forties. you were only dressed in ripped jeans and a light sweatshirt.
the cold cut right through you, and it almost caused you to frown, but a familiar sound had hit your ears; barking. you sped up your pace, a wide smile spreading across your face. you heard light scratches at the fence and bent down, slipping your fingers through the upsetting barrier. you were immediately met with small licks, your smile only growing wider. you stayed there for five or so minutes, but little did you know that another figure had been there with you.
the effects of exams had worn off, stress no longer drowning you up to your ears. you looked much healthier, and despite winter coming to a close, you still enjoyed your hot chocolate. which brings you to where you are, on your trek home, hot chocolate in hand yet again.
you neared the house you adored so much, but it was rather quiet. too quiet. you were now outside the fence, looking around. empty. the only thing that caught your eye was an envelope. your gaze narrowed and you picked it up. ‘to my mystery puppy lover.’ you took another look around, even behind you, but nobody was there.
turning your attention back to the envelope, you cautiously opened it and peaked inside. a letter. you unfolded the paper, greeted by beautiful handwriting, but it was quite short.
‘meet me back here at nine pm, sharp. not a minute later.’
it looked very suspicious, but at the same time, if you had seen a stranger hang around your house everyday, you’d probably want to speak to them as well. checking your phone, it read 5:04 pm. you inhaled, finishing the rest of your chocolate beverage. at least you had time to finish any homework you had.
you left your house, letter in hand, at 8:55, seeing the house was only minutes away. you loved the neighbourhood you lived in. it was cozy, inexpensive, and colourful. trees reached over to one another, covering the streets and providing plenty of shade and beauty.
you hadn’t realized how long you’d been thinking about the area you inhabited, as you had already arrived at the house.
your gaze landed upon a tall boy sitting on the steps of his apparent house, the same dog you had grown to love settled between his long legs. he had almost white hair, more of a silver, loose strands of it falling over his eyes.
the canine suddenly turned to you and you smiled, watching him and his small legs scurried himself towards you. the male looked up and smiled as well, his beautifully dark eyes meeting yours.
a mellifluous and deep voice broke the silence.
“you came,”
you merely nodded in response, his dog whining for more attention.
“that’s georgie, my best and only friend. he seems to like you a lot, from what i’ve seen.”
you swallowed, the tips of your ears flushing red.
“have you been watching me?”
that seemed to be the funniest thing he’d ever heard, as he began to laugh and grin like a child. this only caused you to flush up more.
“it’s hard to miss somebody as cute as you pass by everyday and pet my dog. you can come in, if you’d like, seeing as to how you’re always outside of that fence.”
you nodded and looked down, georgie wagging his tail with excitement. you carefully opened the gate and closed it behind you. you looked back up, making eye contact with the boy once again. he made a notion for you to sit next to him on his steps and you complied, situating yourself next to him. it was getting darker now, stars making appearances in the sky. the two of you sat in comforting silence, georgie curling up between his owners legs.
after a few moments, he finally spoke up, breaking the silence.
“i’m taehyung, by the way.”
“i’m y/n.”
he smiled, nodding before standing and yawning.
“...would you like to stay the night? i know.. that we just met, but i don’t quite want to send you on your way just yet. please?”
you could see how him and his dog were best friends, both pleading with puppy dog eyes. you smiled, giving him a friendly nod in response.
“i’d love to.”
A/N: aaa D: ! this is my first time writing a fic :D i hope u enjoy !!
