Flower Boys By Day and Thieves By Night ✿ BTS FANFIC #WATTYS2017

T H R E E 🕯

"Don't ever come here."

*RINGGGGGGGGGGGG*

"ASDFGHJKL; SDKKSLDJ>" I plopped out of the bed and landed butt straight on the floor. Wincing from pain, I attempted to turn off the alarm that had scared me to death. "Oh god....." I felt as drowsy as ever and sore from head to toe.

However.... I didn't remember a thing from yesterday.

I remember coming here with Darren, ordering fried chicken but after that--it's as if---as if I died for many hours and now I'm suddenly awake.

"Maybe I ate too many fried chicken last night and got knocked out." I mumbled to myself and went into the bathroom to freshen up. When I was about to take off my shirt, I noticed a small red dot on my arm.

"Huh?" Upon close inspection, it looked like a small hole pricked where a sparse amount of blood had gushed out. Thinking I might have scratched myself somewhere, I opened the tap and went on about my morning business.

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"Uhh, Beige?" I felt a soft tap on my shoulder.

"Bae Jaemin?"

The tall guy in front of me zestfully nodded.

Darren had found someone who knew this area good and had told me to meet them up here. Jaemin was tall, skinny, wore fake glasses, and had his brown hair silken back. He had a nerd kinda vibe going on which I guess I dig.

"Thank you for coming! Now let's just hope I don't annoy you and make you leave."

He chuckled. "Where should we start?" I looked around trying to eye a place that would interest me. "Hey what about this thrift shop down the road? It's the oldest thing here and quite popular."

I nodded.

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A single lightbulb shone the windowless room, it's glow illumining the entire thrift store. Every antique here had some kind of the late 20s English feels. A chair was near the door, splintered and chipped, with an old CD album lying on top of it. Everything was lined up perfectly against the wall. Jaime pointed at a necklace and I went closer to it to examine. "Did you know that this necklace apparently used to belong to Mary of Scots?"

I shook my head. How was I supposed to know? Who is even Mary?

The only Mary I know of is Bloody Mary.

His voice turned into a low whisper. "Apparently after Mary was thrown in the cell, Queen Elisabeth threw all her ornaments and a farmer found it and passed it down to his family."

"Cooollll."

(A/N: I just only realized that you can't read at the same time as playing this video so when and only when you come to this part, please go up and play this video from up in the media section so you can experience better reading!~ sorry for the inconvenience ><)

While Jaemin went on with his story, the door to the shop opened and there were sounds of heavy footsteps. After few minutes, a sweet melody started entertaining the room. The soft mesmerizing sound caused my body to halt and listen.

La foule.

My eyes slowly shut, a sudden image entering my mind.

"Beige!" Her voice echoed through the hall.

"Yes, mommy!" Springing, I found my way towards the seat of the grand piano where her soft beautiful hands rested.

"Mommy has a song for you today? You want to listen?"

I looked up to her sparkly eyes and nodded my head provocatively.

A soft yet impressive melody started playing and I found myself swaying my head back and forth. "What song is this mommy?" I looked up to her.

She chuckled while ruffling my hair. "It's La Foule by  Edith Piaf honey. Beautiful isn't it?"

I nodded my head wholeheartedly and started at her hands moving with the beat of the music.

"Is this piano for sale?" As the music stopped, a low voice made me come back to my sense.

"Beige? You alright? Wanna drop in that Bbq restaurant I was talking about?" Jaemin smiled.

"Huh? Y-Yeah sure." I waited for him to put the necklace back. Looking around, I took few steps towards a painting hung up on the wall.

"Hey, granny! Don't sell this to anyone alright?" The same low voice echoed through the room again which made me stop from my tracks.

That voice.

"Don't ever come here."

*TUNNNNNNNN*

I felt a little pang on my head.

My week wiggling had no chance against his strong grip. His face was right next to mine and I couldn't help but look in his eyes directly. He let out a low chuckle and hauled next to my ears. His hot breath tickling my skin caused goosebumps to spread over my body rapidly. Unable to move, my mind was completely blank.

*TUNNNNNNNN*

"Don't ever come here."

"Beige? You alright?"

His hot breath tickling my skin caused goosebumps to spread over my body rapidly.

"Arghhh."

"Don't ever come here."

"Beige?"

His face was right next to mine and I couldn't help but look in his eyes directly.

"Earth to Beige."

"I-I...." Without realizing, my foot scrambled out the door while pacing around.

That voice....

Confusedness and curiosity took the best of me as I tried to grip on the situation. Why did the voice sound so familiar? As if I've heard it before. And what was the imagine playing on my mind?

Squinting my eyes with all my might, I tried to remember but the broken pieces were turning my wish away to reattach.

"Beige!" Jaemin's voice echoed in the crowd. "What was that? You alright ??"

"Y-Yeah no I..."

His eyes traveled around my face. I replied with a quick smile and shook my head. "I'm fine. It's....nothing."

What just came to my mind, it was definitely my memory. But I don't remember anything like that ever happening.

Does this have to do with yesterday? Could it really be coincidental that I suddenly forget everything that happened yesterday night but get sudden flashes now?

I ran back to the thrift shop and smacked the crumpled front desk. "Excuse me," I huffed as I tried to talk to the owner of the shop, "who was the man that just played the piano?"

Following the path of my hands pointing, she scrunched her eyebrows. "Was it Min....Min Yoongi?