Aғᴛᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ || Jɪᴋᴏᴏᴋ & Sᴏᴘᴇ

Chapter thirteen

A/N :- Not at me switching back to some P.O.V's also.

Not at me writing with exams next week and I haven't even started studying. I can't control myself whatsover (;'༎ຶٹ༎ຶ')

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Hoseok's P.O.V

" All because I'm the grim reaper. "

' What an actual freak. ' I don't even know what that guy is talking about. Did he say what ? Grim what ?

" Grim raper ? ", I widen my eyes at him. " That seems accurate. But what's it with that weird prefix ? "

He rolls his eyes and sighs like he's so done with me. I mean come on, I know he's already pissed off at me. I talked too much. It's just a habit of mine- like when I'm nervous or afraid I start to say useless things to get it out of me. I really hope I didn't offend him with some things I said. But who cares ?!

There's just something off in him. Maybe he's a celebrity or a model ? I mean, his clothes don't seem to be any cheap and seems like this guy has some rich taste in fashion. And he's actually handsome- and his eyes though. I- I don't think they are lenses. And I'm pretty sure I'm not hallucinating. The black smog, it is- receding. The atmosphere in the room seems to be calming down itself. Like this man has an impact on everything.

There's just something about him.

" It's not raper- is it even a word ?! Raping is a sin to get tormented in hell for centuries. I said reaper. "

" Wow what words. Are you a pastor ? " I huff along with a chuckle when I finally ease my self. Suddenly- he seems to be less intimidating. Yet he didn't bother to answer my question.

' But this dude's actually funny. '

That's when I hear Jungkook's footsteps before he appear through the door.

" Who's this man Jungkook ? " I ask him the moment he looks at me. " He says he's a raper. What kind of creepy fetishes you have to get raped? "

And his smile is completely wept out of his face when I mention about the guy in the room. Jungkook seems hesitant when he exchanges looks between me and the raper and the bed. I don't know why the bed, though.

" Yoongi ?! " He goes up to the man when the man sits down on the bed. I also follow him in to the room and decides to take a seat in the chair near the table. " how- how is it possible ? " Jungkook stops in front of that man and points his finger at me as he speaks.

' Yoongi ? ' I've never heard of someone like that.

" Tsk ", the man shrugs- with that same empty look in his face. " Apparently he is- ", he pauses for a moment and turns his gaze on me.

For some reason, that stare tickles something in me. I don't know what's so unique about this guy, but even though he looks dead or just empty from his expressions- there's something mysterious about in that look behind those sapphire eyes. I know I just met this weirdo, but he sure do have an impact on the others around him.

Because I know me. I'm the kind of guy where nothing could have an impact on me. The kind of guys who's never serious about anything. Let's say " the class clown ".

But right now- this man has caught me off guard. Just by a single glance. And I'm freaking out.

" - he is my wife. "

I nearly chocked. My eyes widening, still locked in his gaze. ' What- WHAT ? '

There is an awkward silence heaving the atmosphere before Jungkook suddenly breaks out into a fit of laugh. That alone manages to tear me away from the effect that man has on me. ' What's his name again ?, aah- right. Yoongi. '