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summary: tiny bit of the backstory âš
word count: 2k
note: haven't posted in forever. uploaded this chapter to ao3 almost a year ago but forgot to post it here lol. âš
chapter one
âWhereâs Taehyung?â
It takes a second for Hobiâs question to settle, then Namjoon realizes that question perfectly sums up his intuition's itchy nagging of the past ten minutes. It's the silence. The drowning absence of Taehyung and Jungkookâs usual playfulness (aka bothering their tired hyungs with their typical maknae-like overflow of energy) and the lack of warnings towards Jimin with his endless attempts to rehearse the choreography one more time. Itâs strange, almost suspicious that Namjoon hasnât seen or heard of them for the last hour.
He looks around the crowded changing room thatâs too small like all changing rooms for BTS are, messy with both the members' and staffs' haphazardly thrown jackets, the piles of makeup boxes and the promise of food just behind the next door. Jungkook is napping next to Yoongi, Jin is talking to the costume noonas. Hoseok is sitting on that one squeaky chair next to Namjoon himself, scrolling through their group chat a little too quickly.
âThey didnât come back from the last rehearsal run. Or did I just miss them?"
âI donât know, hyung,â Namjoon shrugs, âI didnât see them either.â
âShould I go check the bathrooms? I mean, they know to tell us if they feel sick, but maybeâŠâ
âOkay. Iâll ask staff if theyâve seen them. Donât worry too much, Hobi. Weâll find them. They probably just got lost. These broadcasting stations are like a mazeâŠâ
Hoseokâs face is awfully devoid of his usual sunshine smile as he stands up and looks at Namjoon, maybe trying to find something in his gaze, maybe just expressing his worries silently.
âYeah,â he nods, âbut I have a weird feeling, Namjoon.â
A shiver runs over Namjoonâs neck.
âI know. Me too.â
With the help of the stage crew, who bring long flashlights and additional eyes, they find Taehyung and Jimin, who are huddled together like frightened animals in some corner of the darkest parts under the stage. At first, they only see Jimin. Sat with his back towards them, Jimin is holding up Taehyung. His back and head are trembling even with another body in his arms and Namjoonâs heart goes into shock when they get closer and discover blood. Blood everywhere but especially on Jiminâs neck, the collar of his white shirt and smeared all over his back. They walk closer with careful steps, not sure what to expect, what they can expect from the blood-covered idol that everyone loves so much.
âJimin-ah?â
At the sound of his name, Jimin seems to wake up from his swaying stupor over Taehyungâs body. He turns around. If Namjoon wasnât scared before, his heart is clenching now.
Jiminâs eyes are glowing red. Thereâs more blood, smeared all across Jiminâs thick lips and his chin, even across his nose. Tears over tears flow down his cheeks, dropping down onto poor Taehyung, who seems to be unconscious. Namjoonâs heart skips a beat at the horrifying sight.
âJiminie, are you okay? What happened?â
The young boy trembles, apparently on the verge of erupting in tears again.
âHyung. Youâre here. You found us.â
âOf course, Jiminie. Iâll never leave you behind. Is Taehyung okay?â
âI donât- I donât think soâŠâ
Jiminâs eyes still glow red as he looks down. Namjoon isnât sure what he thinks might happen but when Jimin awkwardly scoops his too lanky soulmate up into his arms, diligently bulked up upper arms bulging, some members of the stage crew behind Namjoon become fidgety. There are hushed murmurs of âvampireâ going around but he doesnât let himself be deterred by that kind of fearful talk and carefully walks towards Jimin.
âJiminie, can I come closer?â
âYes, hyung.â
He almost chokes when he sees Taehyung - hair mussed, bandana hanging off the little fixing clips in tatters, collar of his shirt ripped and covered in even more blood than Jimin. His throat looks⊠not like a throat should look, covered in bites. Jimin whimpers when Namjoon gasps.
âHyung, there was a w-woman,â he starts weakly, voice trembling. âShe told Tae to follow so she could give him some stage instructions a-and I thought she was strange s-so I followed them and when she pushed him, I-I just, I- I thought I could help and maybe save Tae but she- she bit me too.â
Namjoon sees the misery in front of him and knows that this is exactly where he should be, as the leader of the band. This is where he was needed, his guidance, his comfort. This is what Pdnim had made him a leader for. Namjoonâs bursting heart tells him that these boys are who he will fight for always. Jimin is crying, so Namjoon hugs him gently, ignoring how he has to stand uncomfortably because of the low ceiling and how the dust in this remote part of backstage tickles his nose.
âCâmon, Jiminie, we need to get you out of here. Can you walk?â
âI donât know. My legs are really shaky.â
âItâs okay, if you canât, weâll carry you.â
âWhat about Tae? He hasnât woken upâŠâ
Namjoon isnât a man of affectionate gestures, but he manages to give Jimin a good pat on the back and prays to heaven that it will be enough for now. The news that Tae hasnât woken up are bad and it makes his own heart clench with worry but thereâs no sense in panicking before theyâve reached qualified medical staff that can take care of him.
âWeâll carry him too, donât worry, Jimin-ah.â
He calls for staff to help them but suddenly, when they get close enough to take Taehyung, Jimin starts hissing wildly. Itâs a sound that Namjoonâs never heard before. Itâs eerie, here in the dark of backstage, with Jiminâs red eyes glowing harshly into the direction of staff and his mouth drawn into an absolutely animalistic snarl.
âJimin!â
Even in the low, shaky lights of the staffâs flashlights, Namjoon catches a glimpse of fangs. Fangs. Namjoonâs blood turns cold. The word vampire makes an ugly reappearance and he swallows heavily. Jimin is a vampire. Namjoon quickly pushes the thought away before it can do too much damage, sensing that it will distract him too much from his ability to make rational decisions now.
âJimin-ah,â he says gently, heart pounding when his hand settles on Jiminâs arm and the vampireâs eyes snap back to focus on him, âI canât carry both of you. Let them help.â
Jimin gives him a very long look that has every hair on Namjoonâs body stand up. The sharp red eyes make his already intimidating gaze so much more intense. He wonders whether Jimin could really control someoneâs mind through simple eye contact like some vampires in films and tv shows could.
âOkay,â Jimin finally relents, shrinking back to a less intimidating posture, âbut Iâll hold Taetaeâs hand. I tired to shake off the woman but I couldnât and she bit him for so long⊠he needs me.â
Itâs a good compromise, so Namjoon nods gratefully and motions for the staff to come closer. Jimin watches them anxiously, almost as if he doesnât recognize them. Does getting turned into a vampire mess with your head?
âCome on,â he says as the stage crew member has carefully hoisted Taehyungâs limp body up.
Jimin, sliding his hand into Taehyungâs, doesnât complain against Namjoonâs strong arm around his waist. Together, they make it out of the dark and into the warmth of the changing rooms, where everyoneâs eyes snap up to the commotion. People rush in and out of the doors, stage crew members whispering stuff to the BigHit staff, jackets rustling, partitions and even a sofa being drawn and carried a little closer for some privacy. Namjoon lets Jimin down, aware of the baby vampireâs grip tightening around his shoulders.
âJiminie?â
On his neck, he feels Jiminâs unbleached and somewhat sticky hair give way to his little button nose. From the staffâs frightened expressions, Namjoonâs mind quickly finds the path to a rather unpleasant image - a pair of fangs digging into his throat. He swallows, hand wandering to the small of Jiminâs back (he really feels like heâs holding a baby on his hip right now) and reminds himself that Jimin is way too traumatized to think about anything other than Taehyung right now - even if heâs a vampire. He gives the staff member behind him who is still carrying an unconscious Taehyung a nod and gently peels Jiminâs tight fist out of his shirt. Luckily, itâs just one. Jimin is still holding Taehyungâs hand in his other one.
âJiminie, Iâm gonna set you down now, okay?â
The vampire doesnât respond and for the first time that theyâve gotten to the changing room, Namjoon feels a string of dread in his gut. He draws back a bit, takes the time to turn his head in a way so he can look Jimin in the eyes. They are still red, but big and watery and quickly jumping around the room, not really focusing well as they look from one spot to the next. Heâs tense, the small body strung tightly around Namjoonâs chest and shoulder and Namjoon doesnât like the way Jiminâs breath puffs against the shell of his ear in such an erratic rhythm.
Jimin is usually not a person who is disturbed so deeply by things, but right now, he seems somewhat out of the situation.
âHey,â Namjoon says again, trusting Jimin to hold on by himself when he loosens his grip on Jiminâs hip. He cups Jiminâs cheek, making the younger, clearly shaken boy focus on just him. As if woken from a small slumber, Jimin whines quietly, his red eyes pressing closed as he tries to nudge his way back into Namjoonâs neck.
âNo, no, no,â Namjoon shushes, still standing but slowly coming to feel the strain of the weight heâs carrying, âJiminie, whatâs wrong? Talk to hyung, yeah?â
âLoud,â Jimin whines, almost inaudibly, and as soon as Namjoonâs brain has unscrambled the word, itâs liek the noise from all around comes crashing back into him. Of course, it must be terribly loud in here, especially for a vampire.
âTae,â is the next word that bubbles out between Jiminâs lips that are pressed against Namjoonâs skin. The vibrations and the warm breath make a little shiver run over his back. Donât think about it, Namjoon.
âGive me a second,â Namjoon whispers and motions for the next BigHit staff member thatâs available to instruct them to get Sejin and also to clear the room. When thatâs done, and a blessed silence falls over the room, he feels Jimin release a deep breath of relief.
âIs that better?â
âYeah,â Jimin shyly twists a few strands of Namjoonâs hair between his fingers and Namjoon wonders whether the younger boy is slowly coming back to his mind. âI can hear Taehyungieâs heart beating.â
That makes sense. Jimin was so tense because all the noise drowned out Taehyung. Why didnât I think of that? It wasnât a secret that these two boys were close and generally considered inseparable but apparently, even being hurt himself couldnât deter Jimin from worrying first about his best friend.
âThatâs good, Jiminie,â he tries to encourage, grateful when he watches Yoongi and Sejin round the corner, âIâll set you down now, yeah? You can stay here with Taehyung and Iâll talk to manager-hyung, okay?â
âOkay,â Jimin says, fresh tears in the corner of his eyes that he wipes off quickly. Namjoonâs shoulder curses him when he sets Jimin down but his heart warms when he watches the way Jimin curls around Taehyung, who lies on the sofa, until they are close as can be, breathing against each other softly, like two beautiful kittens from the same litter.
Namjoon feels his own body relax at the sight, grateful that thereâs some peace that heâs managed to bring into the situation. He turns to Sejin and Yoongi, who are both looking at him with varying degrees of alarm and worry in their faces.
âSo, vampires,â is the awkwardly pressed out question - statement? - Yoongi dares to ask.
Namjoon cards a hand trough his hair, managing a garbled laugh because of the sheer absurdity of his day.
âYeah. Vampires.â
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Welcome to Tarot!Vamp!Tae ft. brief history; akaâI couldnât resist (aka pt.2; I had so much homework and I was doing everything to avoid it.) Also Iâm feeding into my own desires because why not indulge fully? This was quickly written but miley wuz good.
Warnings: Strong language(?), Magical themes, mentions of death
Word Count:Â 2.2k lmao I said âshortâ drabbles.
Theme: Supernatural!BTS, Vampire!Tae.
Vamp!Tae Drabble: 2 of ?
A/N: this takes place in and around the supernatural!au.
A/N: Link to Part 1 in the main introduction series, which has the links to the rest of the series as well. Itâs better to read them all in order to understand whatâs going on to help you understand whatâs going on here.)
[Chicago, 1927.]
âAnd you learned to do this where?â The woman sitting to his left asked. âIn London, a while back,â Taeâs lips curled at the corners as he shuffled the deck of tarot cards in his hands. âAnd how exactly does it work?â She leans in closer to watch as Tae spreads the cards out along the table in an arch. Tae inhaled through his nose as he ran his fingers along the backs of the cards, breathing in the scent of her perfume and the rush of red beneath her skin.
A knowing smile accompanied his words, âYou ask a question, I ask the cards, and the cards provide an answer.â âI heard itâs all fake!â The woman gives a teasing smile, and Tae raises an eyebrow at her, âThen ask a question, and we will seeâŠâ Though he could already guess what her question would beâthey all asked something similar.
âHmmâŠâ The woman shifts to lean on Tae as she thinks, reaching out to run her fingers down his arm, âAsk them about my love life.â She coos, resting her chin on Taeâs shoulder, and he grins to himselfâreceiving exactly what he was expecting.
âAnything youâre expecting to hear?â He asks, raising an eyebrow as he mindlessly glides his fingers over the cards. âWeâll see,â She grins.
He clears his throat, bringing his attention to the cards spread over the table, âWhat should Ally know about her love life?â He repeats the question a second time before one pulls, and he slips it from the spread and flips it over to look at it. He swallowed upon seeing the face, betrayal, âTen of Swords,â He said, switching to a smile; he had worked with this deck for a long time and became quite familiar with the cards. âThat doesnât lookâŠgood,â Ally says as she looks at the card; the face of the card depicting a man lying face down on the ground with ten swords sticking out of his back. âWell, it depends on the context,â He said, and that was true, âIn this instance, it doesnât mean anything bad,â He added, and the lie tasted strange on his tongue. She wouldnât like the truth.
âIt indicates that the end of a painful cycle is approachingâso youâll find the love of your life soon enough,â He teases, slipping the card back into the arch.
Ignorance is bliss.
[London, 1846.]
âAnd you think you can teach me this?â Tae asks, tilting his head to the side as he stares at the young woman; her face illuminated by an oil lamp as they sat on the floor of the parlor. âYes, I might not be able to read you, but certainly you can read.â She spoke in a whisper, a faint smile on her lips as she pulled a silk pouch from the pocket of her nightgown. Tae watches her fondly as she sets the deck on the ground, washing the cards before gathering them in a pile and shuffling them by hand.
She spreads them out in two rows and then sits back on her heels, a sigh leaving her lips as she looks down at the spread, âOkay, now, when it comes to asking questionâuse the personâs name when asking, let the cards know you are asking about someone else.â Tae nods, he knows this, he has observed her do readings many times now.
âIâll read you then,â Tae grins as he shifts to sit next to her, facing the spread along the floor. âMe?â She breathed, âIâve never had anyone else read for me.â âThen I will be the first, and youâll tell me if itâs right,â He smiled as he spoke, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
âPay attention to the cards!â She says, but she smiles at the action. âThe cards, yes,â Tae turns his attention to the cards, reaching both hands out to hover them over the spread. âNot like that, thatâs unnatural looking, be relaxedârun your fingers over the back like this, softly, to not disturb the spread.â She instructs, demonstrating the action and Tae follows.
âAsk them something I know the answer toâŠâ She trails off as she thinks, âAsk themâŠwhat my relationship with my mother is like,â She whisperers, shifting away from the cards to let Tae have full access to the spread. He wished she didnât move away; he held out his hand, silently asking her to take hisâand she did, so he turned back to the cards, âWhat is Alexandraâs relationship with her mother like?â Tae asks, voice hushed but clear, as he glides the fingers of his free hand along the backs of the cards.
âFocus, not too hard on the cards themselves, but the feeling you getâwhich card do you want to pull?â She says, giving Taeâs hand a light squeeze as he scans the spread, running his fingers along the bottom row, then the topâstopping on a card. He turned to look at her and she nodded, âYou can pull itâflip it as it is, donât turn it around, donât change the direction of the face.â Her voice is soft as she scoots closer, sitting next to Tae and leaning into his side, anxiously squeezing his hand.
He flips the card and looks at the face, then at the number and name, âFive of wands.â Alexandra releases a breath, âYesâŠthatâs accurate.â âWhat does it mean?â Tae asks, looking to her as she speaks, âFive of wandsâconflict, disagreement, tension.â She takes the card, smoothing her thumb over the edge as she looks at it, âGood first try.â
âIâm sorry,â Tae blurts, his eyebrows dipping into a doleful expressionâhe didnât want her to get upset. âYou have nothing to be sorry about, love.â She says with a faint smile, shifting her gaze to the cards as she gathered the rest. âAre we done?â Tae asked, flexing his hand at the loss of hers, âNo, you are going to shuffle them this time, and weâll try againâ She handed him the cards.
âShould I ask them how much you love me or is that not a question for the higher powers?â Tae teases, a sly smile working it way to his lips as he shuffled the cards in his hands. She smacks his arm, a grin replacing the shocked âoâ of her mouth, âYou are not allowed to ask those types of questions!â âAnd why not?â He asks, biting back a smile. âBecause you already know that I love you, you shouldnât have to ask the cards.â She dares, a challenging glint in her eyes.
âYes, I suppose thatâs true,â He looks at the cards in his hands, then to her, âAnd I love you, always.â âYou love me now, while Iâm young,â She says despite the glow to her face. Those same feelings of admiration reflected in Taeâs eyes as he said, âIâll love you until the day you die.â
And he did.
Tae fled to Paris with Yoongi eight months later, after getting bloody revenge for her death; he left with an embroidered silk pouch of cards, and he carried them with him always.
[Chicago, 1927.]
âHmmâŠI hope so,â Ally says, a smug smile replacing her previously displeased expression. âWhat else can they tell me?â She asks, eyes scanning the spread. âWhatever you like,â Tae purrs. âCan they tell me about you?â She asks, reaching out to swipe a card from the spread, but he stopped her, giving her a playful grin as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. âThey donât read for me, doll, thatâs not how this works.â
Later, a sharp sting to the shoulder is the last thing Ally feels before it fades to shadows and vague dreams, when she wakes up the next morning, she remembers nothing of the night before and sheâs left puzzled over a hand drawn copy of the Ten of Swords.
[Yoongiâs cottage, Present day]
âIsnât this somethingâŠJimin should be doing?â I ask, arching my eyebrow at Tae as he kneels on the other side of the coffee table. âNot at all, I can do it,â He smiles, a devious glint in his eyes, âI can do it better.â I shake my head as I watch him spread the cards out across the table in two rows. âThis is how I was taught,â Tae says, a fond smile on his face though his eyes were distant. âParlor floor, late one eveningâexcept we had oil lamps instead of fancy overhead lights,â He winks as he straightens the spread of cards.
âThey lookâŠolder than Jiminâs cards.â I say as lean forward to look at the cards; the backs were faded, and they were worn along the edges. âThey are old,â He chuckled, âThese are the cards that I learned with, in 1847.â âAnd you still have them?â I ask, now fully intrigued, he has original cards.
âWhat does the front look like?â I reached for a card and he stopped me. âPlease,â He sucked in a breath before speaking, âIâve been the only person to touch these cards for the last hundred and seventy yearsâŠIâd,â He paused, eyebrows furrowing as he plays with the words in his mouth, âIâd like to keep it that way, please, Iâm sorry.â
âYeah, totally, Iâm sorryâI forgot about the whole energy attachment thing.â I breathed an awkward laugh, pulling my hand away before folding them in my lap. âI should know better, Jimin and Yoongi have both told me.â âItâs okay,â He sits back on his heels, nervously straightening a few cards. âWhat should I ask?â I break the silence, squint at the spread as I think and Tae chuckles, âWhatever you want.â
âIs thereâŠanything I should know right now? Advice from the universe or my subconscious?â I shrug and Tae smiles, âI can do that.â He straightens his back and hovers his fingers over the cards, âIs there a message for Y/N? From the universe or her subconsciousâanything she should know, any message at all?â He hovers from left to right over the rows, swiping a card from the bottom row and flipping it, âThe Hanged Manâreversed.â He raises an eyebrow, âWhat are you avoiding, Y/N?â He gives a teasing grin as he turns the face of the card towards me.
âHow about you and your deck mind your business.â I cross my arms and purse my lips to force away a grin.
âCâmon, itâs just a wakeup callâtelling you to stop avoiding the thing and get it over with, youâre delaying growth and progression.â He sets the card aside and rests his elbow on his knee, âAnything else?â He grins and I shake my head, âNo, youâre nosy.â
I scan the deck on the table, âWho taught you how to read, anyway?â âAnd Iâm nosy?â Tae laughs, reaching out to tweak the cards once again. âYou donât have to tell me,â âThanks for giving me permission to deny an answer.â He smiles as he gathers the cards and absentmindedly shuffles them, âOne of my past lovers.â âDuring theâŠVictorian era, if I got my dates right?â I asked, shifting so I was hugging my knees. âYes, in that time.â
âWhat were they like?â He tilts his head as he thinks, that absent look back in his eyes, âShe was radiant, headstrong, smartâshe challenged the norm of that era, and that made her a bit of a curiosity to the locals, and naturally an outcastâŠshe was also a witch, and we lived in London.â
âIâm sure if you liked her, she was someone worth knowing,â I smiled softly at him. âYes, she was a gift,â He looked at the cards, fanning them out in his hands. âHow did you end up with her deck?â I asked as he slipped the cards back into the pouch. âI took them with me when she died.â âOh, thatâs sweetâŠIâm sorry thoughâŠâ Yikes. âIt happens, people die, Y/N.â He mumbled, brushing off the knees of his slacks as he stood. âI mean, thatâs true, but itâs still unfortunateâŠâ Stop talking.
âIt wasâŠunjustâit wasnât her time.â He looked down at me, âBut people die, and we just hope to find them again in our next life, no?â He gave a soft smile, extending his hand to help me up. âI suppose,â I mumbled, âYou believe in reincarnation?â I ask and he smiles, âI donât know what I believe in, but I have certainly lived many lifetimes, and in each eraâI find my favorite people, and that era of myself dies with them, and I start over.â Â
âBut something tells me you never really start over, itâs always Tae in there,â I smile as I poke his chest. âYes, itâs still me, just a different life.â The corners of his mouth pull into a soft smile, âI do have Yoongi, he sticks with me through the erasâthough I suppose we both just cling to what we knowâŠand when we run out of people, we always have each other.â âOkay, wow, that was sappy and sad, and it hurt my heart.â I place my hand over my heart, and he laughs, âItâs true though!â
âFind your people, they are important,â He smiles fondly as he looks around the room. âI think I have.â I look around too, taking in the sight of Yoongiâs parlor before looking back to Tae, and heâs smilingâitâs the most genuine smile that Iâve seen on his face.
And I love it.
âYouâll stick around until I die, right?â I ask, and the words feel strange as they come out, feeling as if each emotion weighed on them differently.
âAlways, and then I will visit your grave and relive these days.â
~~ Omgggg I know right I was basically self-inserting and combining like 8 billion different side stories in my brain because I constantly fantasize about vamp!tae like damn,,, @ me about it nfdslfidsjÂ
AnYwAy; this some some splurge of backstory and angsty, loverboy vamp!tarot!tae. I wanted to bring him to life [waKE ME UP] Necromancer!hoseok is the one who screams that part btw. So here he is, voila, ignore me feeding my own imagination. Â
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second part to my first au series â„ its been a long while and i apologize.
the parts to this series will be short up until the 5th chapter. please forgive međâ€
i will be putting out a oneshot, so be prepared for that :)
*still and forever dedicated to @btsmutnsfw , ily.
warnings: eventual smut, angst, no fluff lol :D
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I shoot up out of my bed, panting for air. I glance around my dark room as I take deep, shaky breaths. I feel around on my nightstand for my phone. I felt the hard surface of it and turn it on to flick on the flashlight.
What just happened? I use the flashlight to shine the light through my room. The house atmosphere felt so unsettling and the dream I just had felt so uncomfortably real.
Rivada.
I jump out of my bed and I jog over to her room and I knock. "Rivada.. hey are you okay?" I get no answer, and I want to assume that she's sleeping, but out of every dream that I had, this one seemed way too real and I had to know if she was okay.
I continue knocking. I hear a bed creak and the doorknob twist. The door swings open revealing a very tired and annoyed Rivada. "What the fuck do you want Liz."
She rubs her eyes, her voice rough and throaty. "I was in the middle of sleeping."
My heart fills with relief. "Oh thank God you're okay."
"What are you talking about?, " she glances at her clock. "Liz, it's 4 in the morning, go back to sleep. I'm fine." She slowly closes her door. "Psycho.."
Okay. So it was just a dream. Just a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. I take a deep breath and turn around to walk back.
"It's just getting started darling.." I heard a rough, low whisper in my ear and twist my head. Nothing is there.
"Stop messing with me." I rub my head. I shake it off and walk to my room and climb into my bed. There is no way I'm going back to sleep after that.
I lay in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. Why do I get these nightmares? I look over and lay on my side. 4:46 A.M. I have work in 2 hours.
"Welp.." I whispered to myself. "Might as well just stay up." I grab my laptop from underneath one of my pillows and I turn it on.
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After an hour, I start to get sleepy. And maybe it's just my eyes playing tricks on me, but I swear I just saw a tall, slim man looking at me through my window.
I rub my eyes and blink. It's gone.
Since living with Rivada, we moved 4 times because of me seeing things.
I try to get the thought out of my head and continue to work on a video I'm creating for a new game coming out. I let out a long yawn before I decide that I should get the extra 30 minutes of sleep.
As soon as I get comfortable and lay my head down on a pillow, I feel fingers wrap around my neck. "Good morning, princess. Time to wake up."
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My eyes shoot open and it's morning. I look around, confused. What time is it? I grab my phone and attempt to turn it on. It's dead. I look next to my bed to see my charger disconnected from the outlet.
I sigh. Great. I leave my phone and look at the clock instead. 8:00 A.M.
I facepalm. Joon is going to kill me.
**please do not ask when i am going to post, i dont have a schedule for my tumblr yet and i will post when i am free â€Â