The contract with Death! M.YG× Reader

THE DEAL PT.2

"I assure you, I'm quite serious about this," Death said, resting his chin on his clasped hands. "Now, would you mind sitting down so we can have a calm, rational discussion?"

I dropped into my chair, my legs unable to keep supporting me. Pinching myself seemed like a good idea, but I couldn't get my arm and hand to cooperate.

"How . . ." I swallowed again, trying to think of what to say.

"How do I stop time?" Death finished for me. "Well, that's just part of the job description." He shrugged, sipping at his coffee. "It's such a shame, isn't it? Yoongi was really a very good kid. Came from a nice family. Mama's boy. Loved his little sister. And you, Kang Y/N , don't want him dead."

"Of course I don't," I snapped.

"The gift of life is valuable, something to be treasured," Death continued. "And it's a travesty when something like that is snatched away too early. I've been around for thousands of years, seen thousands of things, but I have never seen something as terrible as a soul being taken away when it didn't need to be. So, tell me, Y/N. If you had the chance to prevent something bad from happening, despite everything you were afraid of and what might happen . . . would you do it?"

I thought of Yoongi and everything he'd lost. He was never going to get to go to prom or graduate high school or go to college, or to meet the love of his life, get married, maybe have kids, see the world or change the world.

I thought of Mrs.Min, Yoongi's mother, and his little sister Rosie and how she didn't yet understand her brother was gone. Just how badly he was going to be missed.

How could I not do this? Even if I was simply playing along with some madman who had the power to freeze time.

"Okay."

Death gave me a curious look. "Okay . . . what?"

"I'll . . . I'll do it. Whatever it is I need to do to . . . to save Yoongi."

"Is that right?"

I nodded, not trusting my ability to speak.

Death kept his eyes fixed on me for several moments as I simply sat there, trying to convince myself that this was real, and that maybe, just maybe, I really was being given the opportunity to save Yoongi.

"I'm not going to promise you this is going to be easy."

"I'm not stupid enough to think that."

"Smart girl."

He reached into his leather jacket and came up with a stack of tightly furled papers, which he dropped onto the table in front of me.

"A contract?" That small bit of movie cliché seemed so utterly ludicrous in the midst of this more-than-serious situation. "But I thought—"

"Humor me."

I slid the stack of papers toward me and glanced down at the first page. "Just how, exactly, am I supposed to read this contract if I can't even read what it's written in?" I pointed out, tapping my finger on the paper. "All these weird black symbols weren't something they taught us to read in kindergarten."

"English isn't the only language in the world. This whole contract is just a formality as it is," Death assured me. "Trust me."

"And why should I trust you?"

He reached a hand inside his jacket again and came up with a pen. he held it out for me to take. "Just another leap of faith."

I was beginning to get the feeling I would be doing a fair few leaps of faith if I signed my name on the contract Death was offering.

"My father is a lawyer, you know," I said. "I'm not stupid enough to just sign away on the dotted line without knowing what the catch is."

"There is no catch," Death said, eyebrows raised, a shocked expression on his face, like he couldn't believe I would even think about suggesting he was messing with me. "I would never lie."

That was obviously sarcasm, and I decided not to comment on it. And I knew nothing about Death, but it was obvious the man was anything but human. His attempt at trying to convince me he was one was laughable.

"The longer you drag this out, the more difficult it'll be to send you back. Yoongi's already been gone two days."

The mention of Yoongi was enough to make me snatch the pen and flip to the last page. I spent a tense moment of hesitation before I scribbled my name down on the appropriate line, then shoved the stack of papers back across the table at Death.

"Now what's supposed to happen?" I demanded. "And why do I only have twenty-seven days?"

Twenty-seven days didn't seem like it would be enough time to convince someone they didn't need to end their life. It didn't seem like there would ever be enough time in the world to convince someone they didn't need to end their life.

"The time allotted in each contract is never the same," Death told me as he reached over to grab the papers and shove them back into his jacket. "In this case, twenty-seven days is the amount of time it took Min Yoongi to first consider taking his own life and then to finally go through with it."

My heart lurched in my chest, and it took a moment of deep breathing to not feel like I was about to burst into tears again. I didn't want to think of what that must have felt like for Yoongi.

"But I should warn you," Death said, drawing me away from my painful thoughts.

Of course there had to be that little afterthought, something he'd failed to mention until after I'd already signed the contract.

"Warn me about what?" I asked hesitantly.

"There are things in this world that have a . . . set order," Death said carefully, as if choosing his words. "And sometimes there are . . . things that aren't too happy when that order is disrupted. Sometimes they don't like it."

It was obvious that Death was barely scratching the surface of his warning, and it was not comforting. If Death was one of those things out there in the world, what else might there be? "You could've mentioned that before I signed the contract, you know."

"Yes, well, I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it too much," Death answered. "Good luck, kid."

He snapped his fingers again before I could protest, and everything went black.

To be continued.......

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter ;)