Eunha

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BREAKING NEWS

"Local police have discovered a body in the vicinity of the Yang's house. Eyewitnesses say that the culprit is a vanishing girl..."

And just like the sound of the TV was drowned by your thoughts, getting up from the couch as your legs took you kitchen, phone in hand as you had one thought only. Cereal and milk.

Placing your phone on the counter, you moved around, grabbing the cereal box from the pantry, the bowl from the cabinet, the milk from the fridge, and the spoon from the drawer.

You placed everything beside your phone, opening the cereal box and tilting it over the bowl, just as you were about to pour the cereal into the bowl, your phone buzzes, once, twice, and then continuously.

Putting the cereal down, a long sigh leaving your lips as you reached to pick up your phone.

INCOMING CALL... PARK JIHYO

Her name flashed brightly on the screen, along with a selfie you two took a few months ago. You swiped right to answer the call, putting her on speaker and your phone back on the counter.

"Girl!!! Did you see the news?!" her voice booms through the speaker louder than you anticipated, making you wince at the faint ringing in your ears.

You sighed, picking the box back up and pouring a generous amount of cereal in the bowl. "You mean about the murder? Yeah, I did." her laugh echoed through the phone, bringing a small smile to your lips.

"Aha! I knew you did!!" She sounded happy for a person who heard about a murder, like she was expecting something from you, and she was. You knew exactly what she was expecting.

The milk box tilted in your hands, a drop splashing into the cereal that quickly disappears, your hand freezing at her next words. "Do you think it was the Yang's daughter that killed them?"

Those words alone made you physically pause, a long and loud sigh leaving your lips, and you made sure to let Jihyo hear you.

"Ji... You know it's a lot more complicated than that. A spirit only kills with a reason." you continued pouring the milk on top the cereal, a silence filled the kitchen as you both stayed quiet after her reply.

You placed the spoon in the bowl, mixing the cereal around and waiting for at least some sort of reply from her, and when you heard her words after the silence you actually believe she might have gone crazy.

"Do you wanna go and-" "No! Are you crazy?!" you cut her off before any more nonsense spilled from her lips, that's it, she's actually gone insane.

Another loud sigh, this time laced with frustration and disbelief. You didn't care if you upset her by yelling at her, you just didn't like the idea of risking your lives at the Yang's house.

The spoon dipped into the cereal bowl and then back out, bringing it to your mouth and taking a bite, a low satisfied hum leaving your lips, this definitely relieved whatever kind of stress you were carrying.

But she didn't say anything further, and you knew she was sulking but she also knew you were right. You heard her clear her throat as you ate your cereal, catching your attention as you chewed.

"Right... That was a stupid idea."

An awkward laugh leaves you, trying to lighten up the tension that you've created. "Yeah, it was."

The following morning wasn't as pleasant as you expected it to be, you were late, overslept on your alarm, and missed the bus. You had no time to shower or even eat breakfast as you were running and praying you'd catch your lecture in time.

Phone in hand as you ran —Which was not the safest thing in the world— you opened Jihyo's contact, fingers hovering over the keyboard rapidly as you texted.

Jiji 💞

You: I'm literally running for my life rn 🙏🏻 You: Pls tell me the professor didn't start early???? Her: Girl you better start running faster You: WHAT.

Cursing under your breath, phone stuffed back into your pocket, the feeling of your legs picking up their pace and the air almost getting taken out of you burns a hole right through your lungs. You only had one thing on your mind, and that was to get to class on time.

So you ran, like your life depended on it—which it did— you ran until your legs gave out, which so happens to be at the front gate.

You heaved loudly and rapidly, crouching as one of your hands rested on you knee while raising the other to look at the watch on your wrist.

8:58 AM

Your eyes widened, dismissing the break you were taking as you ran inside. You had exactly two minutes until the lecture started, and it felt like running a marathon.

You felt like your legs were literally caught on fire, but you couldn't care any less, because if you were late then your professor would be targeting you the entire day, which is something you didn't want.

The cold air of the building smacked your body like a warning, you could hear your name being called out, and when you looked to see who it was you saw Jihyo, gesturing with her hands to hurry up, and you just knew that the professor was right behind you then.

But you managed to make it inside, panting as you stood and looked around. All the seats were taken, except for one, and it was the worst one. But you had no choice, dragging your body to the seat and slumping down on it, your bag placed next to you as you rested your head against the desk.

Your eyes immediately caught red hair, and you internally groaned as you finally looked at his face, you knew who he was, everyone did.

The campus frat boy, Choi Yeonjun.

And it didn't help that he was already looking at you, a mocking smile on his lips like he enjoyed seeing you suffer and pant. The lecture's door opened, the professor walking inside as she started talking loudly.

You paid no mind to her, just glaring at Yeonjun for a few more seconds before turning your head away, your chin resting on your arm as you stared at the professor and pretended you were listening.

You stared at the window next to you, looking out onto the training field just outside, your head now resting on your arm with a pen in hand, pretending to write so the professor doesn't call on you.

But your mind kept taking you back to last night, the news and your conversation with Jihyo, no matter how insane it sounded, you couldn't get the thought of the murder out of your head.

A Vanishing girl? Could it be a vengeful spirit? But that was impossible, because a spirit wouldn't willingly show itself to others for no reason, so this entire case was just confusing.

A quiet groan left you, finally raising your head, eyes closed as you rubbed your forehead to try and think of anything else.

Until you felt a nudge to your side, you ignored it, fixing your hair and going back to laying your head down on the desk, until...

Nudge.

Nudge.

Nudge.

Another frustrated groan left you, sitting upright and staring at Yeonjun with the most annoyed look you can muster, because who else would be nudging you nonstop if not him?

“What?” You hissed quietly, sending him a glare as you tilted your head, brow raised and waiting to hear his explanation—excuse. But when nothing left his lips? When he was just blankly staring at you? It irritated you even more.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and crossing your arms as your vision rested on the board, and the professor who was now seated at his desk, looking over papers as the rest of the students were working. You were confused.

A stifled giggle could be heard from right next to you, Yeonjun's hand curled into a fist as it rested over his lips, to stop himself from bursting out into laughter. “I've been trying to tell you. The professor wants us to work on the exercise in the book.”

It's not like he was doing what the professor instructed, but why the hell was he telling you? He could literally be doing anything else, and he chose to keep you updated so you wouldn't get caught while being distracted? It didn't make any sense.

So you shrugged, leaning down slightly to grab your book from your bag, setting it down on the desk and opening it to the necessary page. And instead of solving the exercise you just stared at the paper in front of you.

The words and letters blurring, almost floating and rearranging, forming new words, familiar ones.

Yang.

Girl.

Murder.

Supernatural.

Ghost.

Blood.

Your eyes widened, shaking your head and blinking to get rid of the words, but they were still there. Your eyes widened, breath getting heavier as the letters approached you, so you slammed the book shut, the loud noise gaining everyone's attention as they just stared at you.

The sound of silence was loud, the professor slowly staring up from his papers to you, you couldn't be more embarrassed, clearing your throat as you looked around one last time, everyone's eyes made you feel small, like the world was shrinking around you.

So you looked away, putting the book back in your bag as you zipped it closed, wishing you had a hat or a hood to hide your face from the world.

Your ears were ringing, a groan left your lips as your eyes tightened shut, your hands hovering to cover your ears, and before you knew it your body was shaking.

You could feel something heavy on your shoulders, a distant but familiar sound as your body kept shaking, and then a smack to your cheek. “Wake up!”

Eyes shot wide open, your body sitting upright with eyes enlarging as she looked around her, she could feel a faint sting on her cheek, the more she looked the more she figured out that the classroom was empty, until her eyes locked onto her best friend's face.

Her mouth was moving at a fast pace, but you couldn't hear a single word of what she was saying, you just stared at her for a few seconds longer before blinking and shaking your head, the sounds finally coming in.

You looked at her more clearly now, drowsiness written all of your face as you gently smacked your lips together, running your tongue over them as you nodded, pretending to listen.

“Are you even listening?!” There it is, caught red handed.

Shaking your head, a tight lipped smile spreads across your face, you reached for your bag, the chair screeching back as you stood up, a long sigh leaving you. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry... M'just.. Tired.”

Your voice was quieter than usual, bags under your eyes as your shoulders slouched, your walk was slower than usual, and above all else, you felt like you were floating.

“Okay, so, I know you said no on going to the haunted house-” The girl started rambling, and you were taken over by your own thoughts once again, it all made sense now, maybe your nightmare was a message.

And you could recall every second of it, every sound, and every faint feeling.

You opened your eyes to darkness, pitch black all around you, you called out and your voice echoed endlessly. And worst of all, your lungs felt trapped, you couldn't breathe. You felt helpless.

“Murder house- Whatever you wanna call it!” Her voice had turned a pitch louder than before, then looked around when everyone started staring, she hunched back and quietly apologized.

Jihyo placed her arm around your shoulders going back to talking your ear off.

You turned, a figure was standing in the distance. She was pale in contrast, almost white with long obsidian hair that reached her knees, it was unsettling, her face was blurred almost as if she didn't have one.

Now she was standing in front of you, you'd almost bumped into her if she wasn't holding onto your shoulders still, a wide smile on her lips, a joyful, excited expression taking over her. “That's why instead of actually going, we'll just watch the documentaries about it! What do you say?”

You were back now, focused on her and her words, but weirdly enough you weren't feeling up for it as usual. So you gently shook your head, an apologetic smile gracing your lips.

“Sorry, Jiji. I'm super tired and I barely slept last night-” You breathed in deeply, reaching to grab her hands and gently take them off of your shoulders. “Maybe next time.”

You knew she was understanding, because when she nodded and smiled you felt relieved and mostly happy that you had someone like her in your life. “Alright girly, but you better say yes next time!”

A forced chuckle escaped you, nodding your head and squeezing her wrists before letting go, waving goodbye as she turned around and walked away.

She was so still, almost like a mannequin, but you knew there was more to it than that, she looked terrifying, but that made her more interesting to you. So you stepped closer, being careful as you approached her.

But then you stopped, because something felt so wrong about this. You tried calling out to her, but nothing would leave your opened lips, you've lost your voice.

She finally moved, shoulders shaking rapidly. You didn't know if she was laughing or crying, but it unsettled you. And when her voice reached your ears it terrified you.

A loud shriek came from her, like an alarm blaring throughout an empty building, it hurt your ears and it made your heart race uncontrollably. You tried to get away, turning around and running for your life. But every time you turned? She was there, haunting you.

You felt something, or rather someone bump into you, finally snapping you out of your recollection. You didn't care to look at who it was, absentmindedly apologizing and walking away to not cause a scene.

You tried your best to not keep thinking about the nightmare, you didn't know why it came to you right after seeing news about the Yang's house, which naturally made you think that they were connected. And everything about it just unsettled you.

So you shook your head, breathing deeply like you've taught yourself before, flooding yourself with memories of your grandmother, because that's what she told you to do.

“My dearest... You hold great power within you. You may not see it, but it is there.” Was what she told you when you were little, huddled in her lap for a story time before bed.

“And if you see them, if they terrify you, always think of me... Even when I'm gone.” She said those words to you right before you lost her, among other incredibly sweet things. But you always knew she was right, that she connection you have with anything that relates to the supernatural world isn't an illusion.

You believe it's real, and that's enough for you.

Her words always echoed in your head like a reminder, to stay sane.

But it was different this time, you couldn't put your finger on it. The way she kept appearing at every turn in your dream, like she never wanted you to stop thinking about her.

And after one more turn, her color changed. Red seeping through her long, white dress as you heard a laugh in the distance, but she wasn't moving her head. Your eyes widened, head shaking as you stumbled, falling to the ground in horror.

You've had a lot of visions in your life, but they were never like this.

There was never any blood, never any sound, they were always just messages that helped you solve the case of every supernatural being you encountered. So when you saw the blood? You were terrified. Shaking your head as your breathing grew labored, your chest heavily rising and falling as you kept telling yourself that it was all a dream. Because it was.

And then the girl finally moved her body, raising her arm up at a terrifyingly slow pace, her hands moved to point at you. She didn't stay like that for long, because as soon as she acknowledged that you saw her actions? She was running straight for you.

And that's how you woke up with a yell and cold sweat, tears brimming the corner of your eyes.

But you haven't told anyone about the dream, not even your best friend because you're not sure what it meant, and you didn't want to risk anyone's safety.

You kept walking through the halls of your campus, making your way to the cafeteria wanting to grab lunch before your next lecture—which you're praying gets cancelled last minute so you can go home early.

The cafeteria was bustling with students as she stepped foot inside of it, your eyes wandered as you slowly walked to the queue in order to get your food, and now you just needed to wait for your turn.

Your eyes curiously looked around, and it was the same as always because he was always here. Choi Yeonjun.

He was sitting on a table—Quite literally— with his friends as they sat around him, though you doubted they were actually his friends since they didn't seem close to him at all, that they were all just there because he was popular and somewhat (too) rich.

And the tables around him? Full of nerds trying to study, or the girls that just come to the cafeteria to ogle at him, pretending to be on their phones and taking photos of themselves. But really, who knows who they were actually taking photos of?

Your gaze drifted back to his group, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, it's not like there was a murder yesterday, they didn't look shaken or even scared of what was happening around them.

A scoff left your lips, rolling your eyes as you watched them closely.

But you didn't expect this to happen.

Your eyes met, Yeonjun turning to look around as he caught you staring, he tilted his head as her brows lifted, a cocky smirk making its way onto his face.

Another scoff left you, shaking your head in annoyance as you turned to focus on the queue, not giving him the satisfaction that you were making eye contact even if it was accidental.

The person in front of you finally finished ordering, so you stepped up, offering the lady a smile as you placed your order.

“I'll just take the Spicy Soft Tofu Stew please, thank you.” The lady nodded, punching the order into the computer and holding out the credit card machine as you paid with your phone.

She gave you a receipt, the wide smile never leaving her face as she spoke. “Your order will be called out once it's done.” She gesture for you to wait with both hands stretching out, you nodded and thanked her again, bowing as you walked away to find an empty table.

And once your eyes caught one you hurried to claim it, walking as fast as you could so no one else approaches it before you.

You placed your bag on the table, sitting as you waited for your food. And within 20 minutes it was ready, and you could finally enjoy your food.

The walk home was quiet as usual, having your last lecture cancelled (which you were extremely giddy about), you could finally go home and rest with little worries.

It was nice to finally have some peace and quiet that wasn't the loud ruckus of your university, you breathed in the crisp air around you deeply, immediately feeling your tense muscles relax.

But you knew it wouldn't last for long, because at some point you were gonna pass bye that house, and all your panic and worry would just come flooding back. It didn't look the same as it did in the past, the once squatter-free home was now wrecked on the outside and probably the inside too, spray paint covered the walls like some loser's personalized canvas, and eggshell residue stuck on the wooden planks from being egged every halloween.

You tried to look for new routes, changing the roads you usually walked on to avoid it, but you always ended up getting lost, so you went back to the original route you always took.

Your steps slowed, as much as you wanted to hurry and walk past it, you always found yourself slowing down as you approached the house.

It gave off the eery feeling that would make goosebumps sprout from your skin, it had the same vibe of every haunted house you'd see in horror movies. And that unsettled you more than anything, because it was always reckless teenagers, university students, and frats that took this sign for granted.

But today was different, because for once you actually stopped right in front of the Yang house, just... Staring.

You could feel the weird aura that radiated from across the street, almost like it was dragging you in, or anyone as curious as a cat.

You shouldn't go, is what you told yourself, even when you quickly refused Jihyo's request to go together, but it suddenly felt like your mind was changing along with your decision. And despite that something felt off, which is why you convinced yourself it was a good reason to go inside.

Hence why your feet carried you across, regardless of your mind complaining and trying to pull you back.

The porch's floorboards touched the soles of your shoes, an unwanted welcome as you stared at the door in front of you warily reaching out for the doorknob, hesitation was clear in your actions.

So you forced your confidence to surface, grabbing the doorknob and twisting the door open in one go, taking a deep breath before going in.

The house was cold, colder than an abandoned one should be. It was one of the signs, but you needed more just to be sure.

You walked forward, your legs carrying you through the house as you looked around and reached the living room, and surprisingly enough it was untouched on the inside.

The legend was always the same: Yang's house. Where all the college kids are afraid to even be near it, only because of the unfortunate incident that happened a year ago. It was the biggest fire in the area, the aftermath of it killing the entire family.

And until this day the cause of it remains unknown.

There were many stories about this legend, this house. But the same fact remains in every version of it, that the family members haunt whoever dares to step inside, sometimes the victims of the hauntings end up dead or on the brink of insanity.

And the remnants of their memories left behind for the public who dared to approach.

A loud thud stole your attention, you flinched, hurriedly crouching down and hiding behind a fallen down cabinet. The shuffling of approaching footsteps could be heard, and you guessed it was more than one person.

But it was creepily quiet, the footsteps stopped in the living room, you tried to calm down your racing heartbeat, but getting caught right now was out of the question as you tried your best to keep quiet.

Your hand clasped over your mouth, preventing any noise from leaving you and revealing your location. You closed your eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath as you moved slowly and leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse behind the cabinet.

The sight was more confusing than shocking. A bunch of people huddled in a circle, wearing religious habits (nun robes) that covered them from head to toe, successfully hiding their identities. But they were definitely cultists.

You hated how quiet it was and yet you forced yourself to keep watching, waiting to see what happens.

The cultists stayed still, motionless until one of them finally stepped forward with their arms out and what looked liked to be a bible in one hand and a knife in the other. Your breath hitched at the sight, the cultist on their left stepping forward now, crowing down to place a bowl on the ground, a candlestick, and a mysterious pouch that crackled when it was shaken.

The cultist stepped back, the leader—which you guess was the one standing up— crouched down to sit on their knees, placing the bible down in front of them as they opened it to a certain page.

The knife was raised, bringing the sharp blade to their open palm that hovered over the bowl, and then they sliced, the sound of blood squelching as it exited the wound and dripped straight into the bowl.

You were both terrified and disgusted, as a grimace made its way onto your face. The leader's hand clenched into a fist, bring out as much blood as possible while someone else moved, crouching down to light the candle and then stepping back to their original spot.

They dropped the knife down, grabbing and opening the pouch as they emptied its contents in the bowl of blood. Your eyes widened, finally realizing what this was as you looked away, bones, actual bones that belonged to some kind of animal. Your back pressed against the cold wood of the cabinet.

This was a ritual, whatever they were doing whether it was fake or not, they were serious about it, and that rose the fear in you beyond its limit.

You finally heard them speak, voices synced in unison as they started chanting in what you guessed was latin.

Your hand left your mouth, shaking as it fell to the ground beside you.

You needed to leave, because who knew what they'd do to you if they found out you were here. You looked around you before your eyes settled on an open door, the same one you came through.

You didn't think. You moved.

Staying in your crouching position as you slowly crawled to the door, trying to make as less noise as possible. Your heart hammered in your chest like a storm, you tried to be careful in where you'd step, but because this was an old house it was bound to have some defects.

Like sneaking out of your room to make food at 2AM, the plank underneath you creaked loudly, so loudly that your heart dropped to your chest as your entire body locked up, cussing under your breath at how stupid you were to get caught.

And you ran like hell, without a thought as you finally stood up and moved like your life depended on it—which it did in this situation. Your legs carried you as you pushed your way through the door and out inti the street, you didn't dare to look back until-

“Yo! What the hell are you doing?” Yeonjun. Choi fucking Yeonjun was calling out your name and waving to you like you were old friends, but he made you stop running and you looked around, panting with absolute fear in your eyes as your chest rose and dropped heavily.

And the next thing you knew he was approaching you, with a big-stupid smile on his mouth that only added to his annoying face.

He was in front of you now, tilting his head in confusion and almost mockery, he looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh as he stared you up and down, acknowledging the state you were in.

You didn't spare a glance at him, you just looked around and behind him, full of weary until you finally saw one of them, walking with their head down and straight to you as your eyes widened, you quickly turned around to keep running, but his hand caught your arm before you could move a second step. “Oi! I'm talking to you!”

You groaned in frustration, turning your head to face him and shrugging his hand off of your arm; you didn't have any time to explain yourself. “Just run dumbass!!” A loud shout left you at your exclamation, taking his wrist and sprinting down the street as you dragged him along with you.

Yeonjun was more confused now, running after you as you held onto his wrist. And seeing the look of fear in your eyes? He knew you weren't joking around. So, his curiosity took over him and he looked behind him, his eyes widened at the sight of a person wearing a nun outfit, chasing them down at full speed with what looked like to be a knife in their hand.

He moved instantly at that, looking back in front of him as he shook your hand off his wrist, he moved faster now, running in front of you as he grabbed onto your hand, being the one dragging you now as you both ran for your life.

The pavement screeched under the both of you from how fast you were running, until Yeonjun decided you were at a safe distance and steered left, going straight into an alleyway and dragging you to crouch behind a trashbin. Your lungs and legs ached as you breathed heavily, resting your back against the wall as Yeonjun crouched down next to you, slightly leaning out to check if the cultist had followed them, when he saw them run past the alley, a loud, relieved sigh left his lips, slumping back against the wall.

“Are you gonna explain what that was?”

“Would you believe me?” You were quick to retort with your own question, eyes stayed in front of you as you stared at the graffiti on the wall, you didn't even know why he stayed since you expected him to shrug you off and leave you running for your life.

He shrugged as he brought his knees to his chest, resting his arms on them as he turned to look at you, nodding with a shrug. “Depends on how convincing you are.”

A snort left your lips, shaking your head as it quicikly died down.You knew he wouldn't believe you, so you told him anyway.

“I was just looking inside the Yang how. I got curious after I heard about the murder,” He must think you were crazy, you thought to yourself, a long sigh escaped you. “And then they came- The cultists, so I hid. They were doing this crazy ritual, spell casting and all. I tried sneaking away, but the stupid old house had creaky floorboards and they heard me.”

He stayed silent after that, taking in your words with a nod, he looked dazed, almost as if he actually believed you.

Your lips tightened into a thin line, finally looking at him with a look that said 'I know you don't believe me'. So you stood up, dusting the dirt from your butt and then your hands. He just stared at you, tilting his head as he then stood up too. “Where are you going?”

“Home. Why are you asking? Don't you have girls to get back to or something?” You furrowed your brows, like his questions was absurd (it was to you).

“Oh yeah, right.” And with that you nodded and walked away.

But the boy had a slightly hurt expression on his face.

 a/n: decided to make this story two parts cause i kept y'all waiting on it for like a year 😭😭😭🙏🙏 (i'm sorry) part two will be posted either tomorrow or after!! (fr this time)

This wasn't what you saw yourself doing in the past, your high school self wouldn't expect you to be in a flower shop, let alone owning one.

But some circumstances happen, especially when you moved out of your family house.

"I need a new life. A fresh start." is what you told them, your mother tearing up while nodding, and your father's face was as stoic as always, although you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You were glad they were both understanding, even if you were all crying by the end of it.

And despite having a job that you didn't want, you were happy.

Except for that night, the night when the antique store in front of your shop got broken into, robbed and left the owner with minor casualties.

That's when you met him, Lee Minho. He had come to you to take your statement, and you told him where you were, what you were doing, you gave him timestamps and exact locations.

Since that encounter, you've seen him everywhere, watching you through the windows of the shop. Sometimes he was in his car, and other times he leaned against the wall. He never interacted with you; he was just there.

"Thought you only stuck to watching?"

A stifled smile, "Something changed, I'm still looking out."

You nod. "You mean watching?"

It all happened too fast, the shaking, the whimpering and the sweating. Turning around uncomfortably, your body never found any comfort, no matter how much you moved.

You tried to force yourself to wake up, even in this dream- no, nightmare. Even in this nightmare, you didn't know how to escape it. There were no doors, no rooms, no hallways, nothing. Just a forest where every turn looked the same, like you were running in circles.

Panting.

Heavy Breathing.

Looking Back.

And it was right there, the silhouette you dreaded to see, chasing you and sending shivers up your spine, making your blood run cold, and making you lose all your nerves.

Looking away and running, that was your goal every time, every night. It's always the same: finding an exit, failing, and then trying all over again.

But this time was different, but still the same, the only thing that changed was the outcome.

Running. Panting. Sweating. It reaches out, trying to take hold of you, to grab you. And then you feel it, grazing over your skin, making you jolt from your slumber.

You looked around, the room was still pitch black, but you could see him just fine. Your boyfriend.

His hand lingered on your arm as you sat up, making eye contact with him, and you see it, the worry on his face, and his furrowed brows. He doesn't say anything, knowing the first moments of silence are your comfort.

But he knows, he sees the sweat on your body, the way you breathe in an unfamiliar pattern, something he wasn't used to.

When he shifts closer, you break, body trembling and tears running down your cheeks like a waterfall. Your trying to sob quietly, not wanting him to find you annoying, even if he never did.

Minho froze, a split second of his brain freezing, but his instincts took over instead.

He immediately reached out, shifting to close the distance between you and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. A hand rested on the back of your head, gently stroking it for comfort, his head slightly dipped down, voice barely above a whisper.

"It's okay.

"You're okay."

'You're safe."

"I'm real, I promise."

I'm real. It hit you harder than it should've, arms around his waist, and your grip on him tightening, like he would disappear into thin air if let go or loosen your grip just a bit.

You sobbed, he shushed, holding onto you tighter.

He started rocking your bodies slowly, it had a calming rhythm. And it helped, but slowly.

And he wasn't impatient, he waited with you, holding you.

Almost an hour, and then it was just pure silence.

Until you sniffled, slowly leaning back just a bit so you could look up at him, and he didn't hesitate to meet your eyes, but he wandered.

Your damp lashes, your tear-stained cheeks, and your chapped lips. His hand trailed from the back of your head to cup your cheek, gently, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

It was soft, secure.

He tilted his head, as if silently asking if you wanted to talk about it. You shook yours, and he understood, moving you both to lie down on the bed.

And you stayed like that, in his arms and listening to the beat of his heart until your eyes felt heavy, eventually dragging you into a deep sleep.

He's insane.

You don't even know how he wasn't expelled yet, but he probably blackmailed the principal for cheating on her husband, which everyone knew about thanks to him.

Park Jay, the boy who set fire to a teacher's car, who broke a boy's nose because he was 'breathing too close to him'. He was insane and dangerous.

Everyone was afraid of him: students, teachers, the principal, and even the janitor. He gets to choose his own partner for projects every time, and you were thankful he didn't pick you, because he torments his partner, threatening them to do all the work and write his name as if he had taken part in the project too.

But you heard it, your name from his familiar voice sending shivers down your spine, you froze, looking up from your seat with wide eyes to find him already looking at you, smirking with a dark intent.

The teacher looked at you, asking if you were okay with him being your partner, but her voice was muffled, you nodded without understanding the words coming out of her lips, knowing you had no choice but to agree.

You had formulated a plan in your mind ever since that morning, to be fearless, to not let him get to your head, and to actually let him work with you.

"You're insufferable, annoying, and a complete asshole!" You're pushing him by his shoulder, he's letting you, stumbling back ever so slightly, and that infuriates you even more.

Instead, he's smiling, teasingly, but it's the first time you've ever seen it. "An attractive one. You're so into me you just can't keep your hands-"

You cut him off, loudly at that. "Oh my god, just shut up!"

"Kicked out of the library, because you can't keep your thoughts to yourself." You can't tell if he's teasing you or mocking you, or doing both. But you're so past the point of calming down, you don't even notice your own actions.

Tightly grabbing him by the collar of his uniform, and sending him a glare full of daggers, you're so close that you barely even recognise how much the space between you has closed.

And he's tilting his head, still smiling, he's still fucking smiling, and it makes your heart leap. You hate it.

The legend was always the same: Yang's house. Where all the college kids are afraid to even be near it, only because of the unfortunate incident that happened a year ago. It was the biggest fire in the area, the aftermath of it killing the entire family.

And until this day the cause of it remains unknown.

There were many stories about this legend, this house. But the same fact remains in every version of it, that the family members haunt whoever dares to step inside, sometimes the victims of the hauntings end up dead or on the brink of insanity.

But of course, these were just stories

Stories that you were obsessed with, because you liked the mystery of it and the thrill of figuring out the unknown. It always sent shivers down your spine whenever someone mentions it, and you almost feel connected to it, like the house itself was drawing you in.

You don't even know how you ended up here, and with him out of all people, but despite that, you were both holding onto each other for dear life, flashlights flickering throughout the haunted house that lit up every dark corner around you.

Once you looked up at him, you saw it, the flicker in his eyes and the tremble in his lips. "Are you scared..?" you tease quietly, not helping the situation you were in as a small smirk crept on your lips. He was just as scared as you were.

It's not like he'd admit it, which is why he scoffed lightly; the expression on his face was pure disbelief. "I'm not.." his voice wandered, definitely thinking of an excuse.

"I'm just worried we'll get lost." That's when he finally turned to you, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes when he stares into yours.

Not a single sound escapes you, not even a response, because your brain was frozen, short-circuiting as you just studied his face and tried to calm down the loud beating of your heart that reached your ears.

And he slowly leans in, eyes flickering to your lips and you notice it.

You stiffen, leaning back. "Were you gonna kiss me..? In a haunted house...?"

His eyes widen slightly, quickly clearing his throat and turning away. "What? No." his ears turning red and his neck warming up.