• Secrets | BTS • ✔

• FOURTEEN •

Washing the dishes and listening to some slow music to take her mind off all the things that were happening in Y/n's life, she hears someone faintly humming to the song that she was listening to, just behind her. She stopped what she was doing and snapped her head around but she saw no one. The voice seemed very familiar to her. She again thought it was a hallucination caused due to the lack of rest and resumed her work. After she was done with her job in the kitchen, she checked if all the doors and the windows of the house were locked and then headed to her bedroom.

As she entered her room which was completely silent, she felt an abnormal aura inside it; something she has never felt in these eighteen years of her life. As it was not very late at night, she planned on opening the windows of her room to let some fresh air in. Standing in front of the window to stare out at the horizon and letting the fresh breeze blow through her silky hair, she closed her eyes and to her surprise, it did heal her mind and soul a bit. When she opened her eyes after some good minutes, she found her cheeks wet; she was crying again.

"Why did you have to leave me like this mom and dad? You know how much I miss you right?" Y/n spoke while looking at the sky and sobbing. She was lost, completely lost in this big wide world without her parents in it. She stood in front of the window for a while pouring her emotions out to the sky while letting the moon and the light breeze heal her a bit.

After a while she thought of getting ready for bed, so she went to the washroom for her 'before bed' routines. As she was standing in front of the mirror, she saw dark circles all around her eyes; she really did not sleep for days now, did she? Sadly chuckling to herself while looking at her condition she proceeds to wash her face. Although her head was bent low while she was washing her face, she still felt as if someone was watching her. As she looked up with water still dripping off her face, she saw him through the mirror; He was standing right behind her. But as usual, as she immediately turned around to face him, he was not there anymore. Y/n scanned the whole room but there was no trace of someone being present in there except but for her. She did not see his face as he was standing with his right index finger over his lips and the rest of his mouth was covered by the other fingers and his left hand was supporting his right hand from beneath, so it was pretty difficult for Y/n to see his face but this time she could have sworn on her life that she was not hallucinating anymore; he was there, he really was there. As she turned around to grab the towel and wipe her face, she heard him speak in between a small laugh.

"Were you just looking for me?" his voice can make anyone go weak on their knees; that is how deep and raspy it was.

Before Y/n could even turn and look at him, the lights went off and she panicked. Till when the lights were still on, she could at least see him and know where he was and what he was up to but now that there was no illumination in the room, she knew that her end was near. She even heard few things fall off the shelves in her washroom. As she heard the footsteps approach her, she dragged her feet backward until her back hit the wall. She heard the footsteps stop at a distance of some three to four feet away from her and then within a second it was standing just in front of her; she could feel his breath hit her forehead. Her body was completely stuck to the wall behind her while she put her hands in front of her chest to defend herself from any kind of possible attacks. She felt him gently hold both her hands and pin them on the wall just beside her head. To her surprise, he turned out to be very gentle with her; she thought as soon as he gets to her, he will rip the soul out of her body but the case here was the exact opposite.

The difference between their head was almost of twelve inches and therefore he had to bend down a lot to get to the level of her face. She could not see anything in the dark but she felt his face just in front of hers. She was heavily panting and almost on the verge of losing her shit when she felt his lips on hers. As soon as she experienced that, the lights turned on and there was no one in the room any longer. There was not even a single sign of his presence in the room. She looked for the few things that fell off the shelves and to her horror, they were all in place. Everything felt so real that this time she did not want to shrug it off saying it was just a hallucination due to lack of rest. She went outside her washroom and as her eyes landed on the windows, she saw that they were closed. She clearly remembered keeping the windows of her room open and the wind was not heavy that night so there was no chance that the windows would have closed because of it. Slowly walking towards the window and while trying to open them, she saw him again. But this time, it was more horrifying; he was not inside the house, rather he was outside the window while staring right through her soul through the glass. The thing that made Y/n stumble back and fall on the floor was that he was floating in the air and this time she saw his face; she was his eyes.

He was charming; almost godly features that can make anyone's heart flutter. He could be titled as the Goth King as he was dressed in all black from head to toe. He was wearing a trench coat that covered almost all of his body. He was tall; at least six feet tall and his body- damn; even the word strong and buff would not be enough to describe his physique. Now that she thought, she realized it was this same entity that had been stalking her because she could clearly tell by the way his arms felt, that it was him when he stopped her from falling down the other night in her grandma's house. He had a sinister smirk plastered on his lips and his eyes; oh god, let's not even talk about those dragon eyes that were so intimidating and could easily kill anyone with just a glare. She could see his eyes glowing; his eyes had this reddish-orange glow in them which indicated as if there was a fire burning within him which was reflected through his eyes. By glancing at him for even a few seconds, anyone would be able to tell that this man had the aura that no one else on this planet would have ever had. His looks, his physique, and his personality; everything screamed that this man right there was the Ruler of Hell.

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