The contract with Death! M.YG× Reader

LOOK FOR YOONGI

Even if this was all a dream—and I suddenly hoped it wasn't and Yoongi was alive—I had to find him. Before I could really organize my thoughts into actions, I took off walking down the hallway, around a few corners, until I was breezing through into the library. Google had been invented for a reason, and I was going to take advantage of it.

I found an empty computer at one of the stations near the Nonfiction section and took a seat, using my school ID to log in.

Pulling up Google, I did a cursory glance to make sure no one was really paying attention to me, then typed in Seoul, Min Yoongi, obituary.

Hundreds of results popped up.

I scrolled through the first few links, but none of the articles or obituaries had any information I was looking for. No headlines saying Tragic Story of Local Teenager's Suicide or Funeral Service Held for Young High School Student or anything. I spent a good ten minutes searching for any scrap of information that might prove useful, and when it turned out to be pointless, I logged off the computer.

What next, then? Wander the halls and peek into every classroom in the hope Yoongi might be in one of them? The bell rang loudly overhead, signaling the end of the class period. I checked the time on the wall clock beside me and realized that my lunch hour had just begun.

I left the library and followed the throng of students filing down the staircase and into the cafeteria. I jumped in the food line behind a gaggle of freshmen girls and snatched at the first batch of fries I could get my hands on.

"Y/N! There you are!"

I turned at the voice and saw Chaeyoung barreling her way through the line to my side.

"Where were you last night?" Chaeyoung demanded, eyes narrowed at me. "I called your phone and texted you, like, a hundred times, and you didn't answer! Did you forget we were supposed to go hang out at the Javabean?"

"You did?" I slipped my phone out of my pocket and checked my messages. I had three missed phone calls and nineteen unread text messages. "Oh. Sorry. I got caught up with my homework and I fell asleep early."

Chaeyoung 's eyebrows shot up her forehead. "What's up with you? You didn't even ride the bus this morning."

"Err . . . yeah. I woke up late and had to take a cab. I missed first period."

I was such a pitiful liar. I was surprised Chaeyoung hadn't called me out on it.

"Uh-huh." Chaeyoung grabbed a salad and followed me as I made for the cash register. "Because you wake up late so often."

"Look, it was an accident," I said. "I promise, everything is okay. I'm fine."

It would be a relief to blurt out the truth to Chaeyoung and tell her everything that just occurred, but there was no way on earth she'd ever believe me. Nobody would ever believe a story as crazy as mine. I wasn't even sure I believed it entirely myself. I needed to see Yoongi with my own eyes, see for myself that he was alive and breathing, before I could consider this my newly altered reality.

Chaeyoung stared me down for another moment with a perplexed look before she finally relented, giving a heavy sigh. "Fine."

She then launched into a story about her current beau, a football player named Noah Park, as I handed some change to the lady at the cash register and went to scope out a table to sit at. Everything was back to normal for Chaeyoung . Too bad I couldn't say the same.

Lunch passed in a blur spent tuning out Chaeyoung and the rest of the girls as I scarfed down my french fries. I discreetly tried to examine every person who strolled by the table, and those sitting around me, hoping I would be lucky enough to catch sight of a pair of hazel eyes or dark hair belonging to Yoongi. No such luck.

As soon as lunch ended, I dashed off to my locker to swap books for my next class. Continuing on like everything was normal and nothing completely life altering had just happened was the last thing I wanted to do, but my best chance at finding even a small glimpse of Yoongi was by staying at school. So I made it through the day, and by that I really meant I managed to behave normally enough for people not to notice that there was something seriously wrong with me.

To be continued......

Yoongi is gon' enter the story in the next chap ;)

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