Angel in the Centerfold

Mus(e)ic Lover

The loud thud did not wake the drunken man but it did draw his best friend's attention from down stairs. Seokjin flinched hard, dropping the knife he was using on the floor, carefully dancing his feet out of the way so as to not hurt himself. Cursing he bent down and picked up the knife holding it carefully he approached the stairs and looked up.

"Yoongi, are you okay up there?" He heard another thud like something running into a wall. But this time instead of doing the knife he gripped it tighter, cautiously taking a step up. Seokjin froze when he heard a grunt and pulled out his phone to text Hoseok, telling the other to text him in five minutes if he doesn't answer back to call the cops.

"Okay, Jin, if this was a horror movie, which you've acted in, right now you are either the final girl or the pretty bitch who gets murdered first. Be the final gir- guy. Think like the final guy," the actor mumbled to himself as he made it to the top of the stairs.

Holding his breath he pushed open the door to Yoongi's room. He cut the light on with a shaking hand then scanned the room. Both his hands gripped the knife as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Yoongi and the naked man, who was trying to wear a pair of Yoongi's pants, jumped and screamed back.

"Jin what the hel- ahhhh," Yoongi finally noticed the naked man at the foot of his bed. He quickly jumped off the bed and ran over to Jin like one of those cats frightened by a cucumber. The smaller man caught his breath while hiding behind the taller's rigid, wide shoulders. Seokjin was frozen staring at a face he never thought he would see again.

The naked man froze, pant's halfway up his thick thighs. His hooded eyes opened uncharacteristically wide at the screaming. Once everyone stopped and stared at him he proceeded to pull the pants up, struggling to hook the slightly narrower waisted jeans. After he got them up he pushed his dark hair out of his face, his plump lips spreading into a smile at the other too. "Hello."

Seokjin heard a thud directly behind him, he jumped a bit keeping the knife pointed at the man as he turned his head and stared at the unconscious Yoongi. Jin wanted to check on his fallen friend but he heard the other man moving, and turned his focus back to him. The smaller dark haired man looked at Seokjin with fear in his eyes when he saw Seokjin wasn't lowering the knife. He tilted his head like a confused puppy before looking worriedly at Yoongi. Jin blocked the other's way from Yoongi as they tried to take a step forward.

"I thought it would make him happy," The cherub's voice was haunting, bringing back memories, causing tears to stream down Seokjin's face.

"Ho- how are you here?" Seokjin questioned trying to keep a firm tone as he tried not to break down.

"He was so sad, I couldn't take it any longer, I love him, I had to help him be happy again." He bit one his lip worriedly as he tried to get his honey brown eyes back on Yoongi.

"Wha-," Seokjin froze and furrowed his brow as he stepped closer to the shorter. "You're not him are you?"

"No..." A pout formed on his lips as the half naked man answered Jin.

"Then why do you look like him? Why do you look like our Jiminie?" Seokjin finally lowered the knife since the man hadn't made any moves to disarm him. At this time Seokjin used one of his palms to wipe the tears streaming down from his face, the other still firmly gripping the knife.

"He loves him, I wanted to give him back to him. I had to look like him, I-" The not Jimin was cut off by the sounds of the front door slamming open and footsteps running up the stairs. He wanted to continue talking but Hoseok came bursting in through the door and looked around the room. Hoseok's eyes landed on Yoongi on the ground and he dropped down to help his hyung.